I'm Doomed

WeeBee isn't even two and he's already figured out that if Daddy says no, go ask Mommy.

This evening I had gone upstairs for five minutes of peace and quiet, when WeeBee came crashing through the bedroom door.  Picking himself up, he announced, "I'm so sorry!" and then started tugging on my hand, asking "Cheese?  Cheese?"

I wasn't sure whether the "I'm so sorry" was for coming into the room like the end of the world was upon us, or because he wanted cheese...in which case, the apology didn't make sense.  After confirming that he was, in fact, asking for cheese (cheese, Cheerios, and juice can sometimes sound the same when he's worked up), I agreed, and we headed back downstairs.

Daddy was in the kitchen, making a sandwich and laughing to himself.  It turns out that WeeBee had asked for cheese, and had been told no, because Daddy was busy slicing ham.  Not one to waste any time, WeeBee then ran upstairs and cornered Mommy, who was completely oblivious to what had just gone on, and said yes.

Sometimes I wonder if he stays up at night plotting this stuff...

In Case You Were Wondering

I have no intention of getting up at 4am to watch the royal wedding.  I wish them well and all, but unless you are my blood relative, there is no way in heck I am passing up on sleep at that time to watch something that will be covered by every news outlet for the rest of the day.  Quite honestly, the only thing I am even vaguely interested in is what Kate's dress will look like, and I'm perfectly content to wait until 7am to find that out.

WeeBee: 1, Mommy: 0

The following took place at 8am this morning.  WeeBee is far more awake than Mommy, because Mommy still hasn't had her cup of tea that she's been trying to make for the last 20 minutes...

WeeBee is standing on a kitchen chair, surveying the dining room and commenting on sippy cups of milk and raisins...


Mommy:  WeeBee, sit down on the chair nicely.
WeeBee grins at Mommy, but doesn't move.
Mommy:  Do you see anyone else in this house standing on chairs?
WeeBee cocks his head to the side, but keeps grinning.
Mommy:  Does Daddy stand on kitchen chairs?
WeeBee:  Nooo.
Mommy:  Does Mommy stand on chairs?
WeeBee:  Nooo.
Mommy:  Then why is WeeBee standing on a chair?
WeeBee:  (grins again and holds his arms out)  Huuuuugggggg?

You win, kid.

I Believe It's Time for Our Weekly Crazy News Article

Technically, this news is from a few weeks back, but I came across it yesterday.

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704630004576249013084603344.html

I've got to give the woman credit - there are plenty of dictators out there right now wishing they could knock out their country's internet access with a shovel...

I've also got to question the security of a country where people digging for potatoes can repeatedly knock out everyone's internet...I'm no farmer, but I don't think potatoes grow that far underground.  Is this cable under six inches of dirt or what?

Happy Easter!

Hope everyone had a great day!  The weather here was gorgeous - definitely the nicest Easter Sunday we've had in a long time.  WeeBee looked very cute in his outfit until he decided to sit down in a left-over mud puddle on our front steps.  I give up.

Ohhhh, How Naughty!

WeeBee loves to climb.  Unfortunately he has also inherited Mommy's total lack of eye/foot coordination, and it usually ends badly.  His climbing spot of choice this week happens to be the stools we have at our kitchen counter, which, while quite sturdy, were not made for a 25 lb toddler to swing on.

Anyway, I have spent most of the last week dragging him off these stools.  As soon as I take him off one, he climbs up on the other.  Sometimes he just wants to sit, (especially if Daddy is sitting on the other one) but he also likes to stand on them.  Last night he decided that the next logical step was climbing up onto the counter itself, and attempting to crawl across it.  He's been put in timeout and probably hasn't gotten a sticker for being good in a week - none of which seems to perturb him in the least.  The little stinker knows exactly what he is doing, and yesterday I got proof.  I came out of the bathroom to find him scrambling up to the counter, saying in his best horrified Mommy voice, "Ohhhh, how naughty!  How naughty!"  Then he stood up on top of the stool and grinned at me.

Yeah, I had to turn around so he wouldn't see me laughing at that one...

Nope, Not A Dog

Sometimes WeeBee is so similar to Daddy that it makes me laugh until I'm ready to cry.

My husband insists that any dog the size of your shoe is "not a real dog."  This evening we were all sitting on the couch watching some dog trivia show, during most of which WeeBee kept calling out "Doggie!  Woof!  Doggie!" and waving at the tv.  About 20 minutes into the show they focused on some ridiculously small creature you could put in a tissue box.  (Unfortunately I forget the breed, as I was more interested in keeping my cup of tea from splashing all over the couch.)  Suddenly I heard a little voice at my elbow say, "Nope!  Not a dog!"

I looked down, and WeeBee had his head cocked to the side, staring at the little ball of fluff on tv, and repeated in a very serious voice, "Nope, not a dog!"

That's when I cracked up and gave up caring what happened to my cup of tea.