And someone...

...has discovered how to climb in to the baby swing. Andy and I tried to contain our laughter while explaining to AG that the swing was for babies...and he's a big boy...hence, the reason why he had on big boy underwear. 

Life with little boys is never, ever dull. Ha. :)

What do you get...

...when you combine the Imagination Movers and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?

AG's favorite new phrase, "Think Big! Hot Dog! Have Fun!" Complete with hand motions that get get higher with each phrase and with more excitement/emphasis in his voice. He usually breaks this out when he's excited about something. I'm sure we'll hear it several times while we are Disney. I need to get Andy to record it on his iPhone 4...add that to the To Do list.

I laugh every time he does this which happens to be on a daily basis. It always makes me chuckle. Think big and have fun both come from Imagination Movers and the hot dog comes from Mickey Mouse...for those that are not versed in Disney Junior shows. :) Both of which are a common occurrence around here on a daily basis.

So, here's to thinking big, hot dogs, and having fun in the days to come!

The comedy of errors...

...that was my Tuesday. Last Tuesday. (It's been that crazy and I'm just now getting around to posting.)

Andy left for his business trip to Cali bright and early Tuesday morning. Before the sun came up. He kissed my head as he left and I slept till AG got up after 8. AG and I snuggled...I worked on some Disney plans while we watched Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. We had breakfast.

After breakfast I needed to get a shower. AG insisted he needed to shower with me. Sure. Whatever works since we are flying solo till the weekend. Well, I finished and got out to dry off. I left AG in to play a minute more while I got dressed. I turned off the shower and asked AG if he was ready to get out...typical toddler he responded with a very sweet, 'no' and a shake of his wet head. Well, I gave him a minute more and started doing my hair. I look over and he is squatting. He then gets up and moves a few steps and squats again. This goes on for a minute or so...well moments later he poops in the shower. For which I couldn't get mad because we are starting to explore the world of potty training and this was the first time he's pooped for either of us. I laughed. Dried him off and stuck him on his potty to finish up. He peed and we did his potty dance. At this point I'm laughing and ready for whatever gets thrown at me next.

The next would be my partner for mentoring canceling an hour before we have to teach at Model High School. Okay, I'm an educator and I can handle two high school 101 classes on my own...no biggie. And then it dawns on me 30 minutes before I leave the house that I don't have my wallet. Yep. No wallet. No money, no license, no insurance cards, no cash, etc. And I know exactly where it is. I left it in Andy's truck which is not in Rome but in Adairsville. Thank heavens he didn't leave it all the way at the airport BUT the downside is that I don't know where it is in Adairsville. When this light bulb goes off Andy is somewhere over the mid-West and not reachable by cell.

I laughed, again. Left Andy a message to call me ASAP and prayed that God would let me get safely to and from Model without my license. Thankfully, I made it there and Andy called during my lunch break. I filled him in and got directions to the house where he had left his truck. I then called my sister, Misty, to see what time she was planning to come up. I filled her in and told her that we'd be off on an adventure once she arrived to retrieve my wallet.

I finished teaching, made it home, tutored for an hour and a half, and Misty arrived. We did dinner at the mall with our college crew like normal and Andy called to say he made it to Modesto safely. I had to tell my other sister, Caroline, that we wouldn't be able to make it to her wedding shower that her bible study girls were throwing her since we needed to go find my wallet.

We plugged in the address to OnStar and put in AG's Kindermusik CD and set out for Adairsville. We thankfully made it there and were able to get my wallet! Which was essential since I needed my insurance card for my OB appointment the next day...in addition to my license and money. :) After a long day we made it back and put AG to bed after he needed an extra 30 minutes of snuggling time.

I'm grateful for seeing the humor in all of it and thankful for the help of family. Never a dull moment, right?

The nativity with a gently used Virgin Mary...

So last week I promised a post about our nativity...for those of you who've been waiting patiently here it is.

The first week of November AG was recovering from surgery and had a virus so we spent a week inside cooped up. That Tuesday he discovered a box under his bed that contained hisLittle People Nativity Set. Since he found it I thought we might as well go ahead and open it. I set it up in the den where we keep all of his toys...he enjoyed looking at and holding each of the pieces he also enjoyed making the angel play "Away in a Manger". After two days I noticed that AG had singled out one piece in particular...the Virgin Mary. He carried her all over the den and kitchen. So I commented to Andy as he got ready for soccer about my observation. Off he went to soccer and dinner from Moe's arrived via Jess and Aunt Caro. (They brought it to us since AG was sick and we couldn't go to college night.) As we were sitting down to eat in the dining room I notice Samson chewing vigorously on something...now knowing good and well that he is out of bones (because I hadn't made it to Sam's that week to pick up a new bag due to my sick child) I knew he had something he shouldn't. So I grabbed his collar and pried opened his mouth with one hand to reveal a slobbery, half eaten Virgin Mary!

I'm not going to lie...I was pissed. Really, there is no other word to use there. When Andy came home I showed him what was left of Mary...despite having no hands and half a head she was still smiling...bless her heart she couldn't help it. My husband, always finding humor in my frustration, informed me that now it was even more of an immaculate conception. Ha. I went on and on for the last month about how mad I was because it was a gift from some dear friends. And because you can't call Fisher Price and request a replacement Virgin. Or so I thought.

This past week I came home from our last college night at Moe's of the semester to find sitting on the window in the kitchen a "gently used" Virgin Mary...right alongside the half eaten one that I hadn't brought myself to throw away. I did a double take when I saw it and looked at Andy and said where in the world did this come from. My amazing husband spent quite a bit of time scouring eBay for a replacement. He finally found one and bought her. She's slightly smaller than the current model and shows she's been played with. I could care less about either of those points. I'm just happy that we have a new, gently used, Virgin Mary for AG to play with.

The lessons I have learned from this humorous little story are...1) I need my husband. Simply put. He is my other half. He finds humor in my frustration and he goes the extra mile to serve me. AG wouldn't have noticed much less known what was missing from his nativity but I knew and it bothered me...Andy found a way to fix it for me. So thank you Andy for all you do for our family. I couldn't do it without you. 2)Even when I'm frustrated I need to laugh. Our life is only going to become more wild and wooly as the years pass...laughter is a great way to let off steam and realize this moment is not what defines us. It's just a moment to laugh at and retell years from now when our kids are older. 3) You can buy pretty much anything on eBay...even a gently used Virgin Mary. :)

Ps-On Samson's behalf I will say that this episode was totally out of character for him. He has only chewed up a hand full of items since we've had him. I think he was frustrated at his lack of exercise, being cooped up, and not having plenty of bones to chew that week.