i was in sc for a week without my husb. here's the kind of convos i missed whilst away:
me: mmm. i love this pizza because the crust is so crispy-crunchy.
bry: that's the only thing i don't like about it.
me: ohhhh yummy! it's like eating a cracker pizza!
*i make ridiculous kissy faces and noises at my pizza
bry: ok, you're, like, making out with your pizza...don't lick it! you'll burn your tongue! that stuff is like molten lava until it cools.
*despite his warning, i proceed to lick the pizza
me: ahhhhh! *sputters pieces of lava pizza back onto my plate
bry: i told you...molten.
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me: i missed you, husb.
bry: i missed you too.
me: there's just no one as funny as you and no one understands me like you do...
bry: ...and you don't like to aggravate anyone else to death like you do me.
me: yeah! it's just not as fun aggravating the crap out of anyone else! i missed you.
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me: i thought you might clean up after yourself a little bit better while i was gone...
bry: i did! kind of...but honestly, it was tough while y'all were away. i just felt like there was no reason to do much of anything without you and the boys.
me: no reason to even wash your dirty pizza pan that you left in the sink...
bry: yeah, but then you came home and i remembered why i do things again...
me: aw, yeah.
bry: ...because my wife is a straight up butts to me if i don't!
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hahahaha! i seriously love that husb o' mine. i sure did miss him!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
papa and gangee's house
papa: ready to eat breakfast, asher?
asher: no!
papa: wanna eat a waffle?
asher: no!
papa: want an eggy? or cereal?
asher: no, papa!
papa: well, what are you gonna eat then?
asher: no, papa! wanna play choo-choo trains!
papa has a cool train table at his house that asher is mildly obsessed with. it's the first thing he goes to in the mornings and the last thing he asks about before bed. it is difficult to pull his attention away from it even at meal times.
asher: no!
papa: wanna eat a waffle?
asher: no!
papa: want an eggy? or cereal?
asher: no, papa!
papa: well, what are you gonna eat then?
asher: no, papa! wanna play choo-choo trains!
papa has a cool train table at his house that asher is mildly obsessed with. it's the first thing he goes to in the mornings and the last thing he asks about before bed. it is difficult to pull his attention away from it even at meal times.
Friday, March 4, 2011
heavy metal nator
bryan: me and the nator were listening to skillet and he liked it. he was kind of smiling.
me: oh, cool.
bryan: yeah, and then i put on that new rocketeer song and he didn't like it so much.
me: oh, ok.
bryan: so that means he's probably gonna like heavy metal too! just like his dad!
me: yeah! he's a baby after his daddy's own heart, husb.
i'm gonna miss my silly husb this week. i don't think we've been apart for a whole week since we've been married.
asher will miss his tackle buddy daddy.
and nate will miss his music buddy daddy.
and mama will miss her sweet refuge of a husb.
but we can do it if we can just find our inner strengfff cause we got tiger blood and adonis DNA and we are winning! duh. (that was for you, husb.)
me: oh, cool.
bryan: yeah, and then i put on that new rocketeer song and he didn't like it so much.
me: oh, ok.
bryan: so that means he's probably gonna like heavy metal too! just like his dad!
me: yeah! he's a baby after his daddy's own heart, husb.
i'm gonna miss my silly husb this week. i don't think we've been apart for a whole week since we've been married.
asher will miss his tackle buddy daddy.
and nate will miss his music buddy daddy.
and mama will miss her sweet refuge of a husb.
but we can do it if we can just find our inner strengfff cause we got tiger blood and adonis DNA and we are winning! duh. (that was for you, husb.)
he's too little to be talking so big
*asher rummaging around in the pantry
asher: oh!! look at dat! awesome!
me: what'd you find?
asher: asher find oranges, mommy!
me: oh, wow!
asher: yeah...oranges...awesome.
isn't the adjective "awesome" reserved for cool dudes over the age of 6?? i just feel like it sounds so old coming out of my baby's mouth. here's another one:
*after i accidentally bump asher
me: oh! i'm sorry, bud.
asher: yeah. dat's cool, mommy. dat's ok.
me: ok, bud.
ok, i KNOW "that's cool" used as an acceptance of apology is reserved for ages 6 and up, right? where did he even learn that? why is this so perplexingly adorable (because it sounds so sweet coming from his little toddler mouth) and heart-wrenchingly tragic (because he's still my baby and he CANNOT grow up yet) at the same time?
he's definitely too little to be talking so big. get outta here with your 6 year old talk, dude.
asher: oh!! look at dat! awesome!
me: what'd you find?
asher: asher find oranges, mommy!
me: oh, wow!
asher: yeah...oranges...awesome.
isn't the adjective "awesome" reserved for cool dudes over the age of 6?? i just feel like it sounds so old coming out of my baby's mouth. here's another one:
*after i accidentally bump asher
me: oh! i'm sorry, bud.
asher: yeah. dat's cool, mommy. dat's ok.
me: ok, bud.
ok, i KNOW "that's cool" used as an acceptance of apology is reserved for ages 6 and up, right? where did he even learn that? why is this so perplexingly adorable (because it sounds so sweet coming from his little toddler mouth) and heart-wrenchingly tragic (because he's still my baby and he CANNOT grow up yet) at the same time?
he's definitely too little to be talking so big. get outta here with your 6 year old talk, dude.
brothers
*as i was in asher's bedroom trying to pack for SC trip, asher comes running in the bedroom
asher: mama! mama! baby nate crying for me.
me: he's crying for you?
asher: yeah, he cry for asher. but...but i no pick him up. (he shrugs his precious, little shoulders)
me: you can't pick him up?
asher: yep, mama. no pick him up. he crying for me.
nate was sleeping in his bouncy, but he wiggled around and whimpered for a minute before he settled down. asher thought that the whimpering meant that nate just needed his big brother. he was probably right. sometimes sweet, little buddy baby brothers just need their sweet, little stinker big brothers.
asher: mama! mama! baby nate crying for me.
me: he's crying for you?
asher: yeah, he cry for asher. but...but i no pick him up. (he shrugs his precious, little shoulders)
me: you can't pick him up?
asher: yep, mama. no pick him up. he crying for me.
nate was sleeping in his bouncy, but he wiggled around and whimpered for a minute before he settled down. asher thought that the whimpering meant that nate just needed his big brother. he was probably right. sometimes sweet, little buddy baby brothers just need their sweet, little stinker big brothers.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
peanut, peanut butter and cookies!
i know that's not how the song goes. even asher knows you have to say "and jelly!!" but i needed a clever title to talk about making peanut butter cookies today, so BOOYAH jelly. get outta here.
so asher and i tried to make peanut butter cookies today. i'm not sure why i keep trying to make them because they always turn out too gooey and pasty and just wrong. like maybe-they-need-to-cook-a-little-longer-because-they're-still-globs-of-goo-except-the-bottoms-are-already-burning-so-i-have-to-take-them-out-but-maybe-once-they-cool-they'll-look-like-cookies-but-they-never-do wrong. did you get all that? this happens every time i attempt pb cookies. i long for chewy, slightly crispy edged goodness and get blobs. regardless, i have an insatiable cookie tooth (it's kinda like a sweet tooth) and since i only had the ingredients to make peanut butter cookies, i hoped for better results. alas, i was once again disappointed (and a little nauseous from eating too much cookie dough). however, my sweet boy did not disappoint with his ridiculousness...
*i turn around from washing up some used baking utensils to find asher has ever so sneakily gotten ahold of the dough bowl and is trying to eat from it
me: hey! what are you doing?
asher: (i startle him and he jumps. a good sign he's up to no good) asher need it, mommy. i eatin'.
me: no, sir. you can't eat that. we have to cook it. (i take the bowl away)
asher: noooooooooo, mama! stop it!!!!! (he uses his whiniest whiner baby voice and swats his little cookie dough covered hand in my general direction)
me: no, YOU, stop it!! goofball!! (bryan makes fun of me because i use the line "YOU, no!" or "YOU stop it!" with asher a lot. just fightin' fire with fire, baby.)
asher: noooooo, mama! i neeeeeeeeeed it! (did i mention he's whiner babying?)
me: sorry, bud.
asher: mama! mama! i neeeeeeed it! (by this point he's boohooing and doing a dance)
i'm debating about whether or not to admit that i gave him a taste after all this settled down. would you think me a bad parent if i did? because i did. just a little one. it was just because he neeeeeeeeded it. he told me so.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
mommy to the rescue
*asher falls down (or more likely takes a tumble on purpose from the couch or coffee table or any other surface he deems suitable for acrobatic tricks)
asher: woah! what happened, mommy!
me: you fell down, bud.
asher: yeah! asher fall down, mommy!
me: yep.
asher: get hand, mommy! get asher's hand!
*he holds out his hand to me
me: ok!
*i help him up
asher: oh, thank you, mama!!
me: you're welcome, stinker.
we have this conversation multiple times a day. "mommy to the rescue" is one of his new favorite games.
asher: woah! what happened, mommy!
me: you fell down, bud.
asher: yeah! asher fall down, mommy!
me: yep.
asher: get hand, mommy! get asher's hand!
*he holds out his hand to me
me: ok!
*i help him up
asher: oh, thank you, mama!!
me: you're welcome, stinker.
we have this conversation multiple times a day. "mommy to the rescue" is one of his new favorite games.
where does he get this stuff?
*bry walks in from class
asher: daddy! daddy! how's it going, daddy?
bryan: it's going good, bud.
*asher gets off the couch and goes to his daddy
bryan: oh, do i get a hug?
*he gives bry a hug
asher: how's it going, daddy?
*he shakes bryan's hand
bryan: did you just see that?
me: yep.
bryan: he shook my hand. where did he even learn that?
me: i have no idea!
what can i say? our stinker is so amusing. speaking of things that he's learned and we have no idea from whence they came...
asher: HAAAAAAAAA-YAH!
*super duper karate kick to whatever is within range of his foot
we're not sure where that came from either, but it happens quite often these days.
asher: daddy! daddy! how's it going, daddy?
bryan: it's going good, bud.
*asher gets off the couch and goes to his daddy
bryan: oh, do i get a hug?
*he gives bry a hug
asher: how's it going, daddy?
*he shakes bryan's hand
bryan: did you just see that?
me: yep.
bryan: he shook my hand. where did he even learn that?
me: i have no idea!
what can i say? our stinker is so amusing. speaking of things that he's learned and we have no idea from whence they came...
asher: HAAAAAAAAA-YAH!
*super duper karate kick to whatever is within range of his foot
we're not sure where that came from either, but it happens quite often these days.
where's mommy?
*i hear asher's door slam
asher: mommy? where you at?
*silence
asher: i find mommy!
me: (i hear his sweet,little, socky feet running down the hall to the living room. just so you know, there's nothing more adorable than the sound of my baby's sweet, little, socky feet pattering around the house.)
asher: mommy? where are you, mommy?
*silence
me: (i get out of the bed to see what he's up to)
asher: (quietly playing with his trucks in the floor) OH! DER YOU ARE, MOMMY!!
most mornings, i can hear asher coming. he usually slams his bedroom door, comes into our room, and then slams ours. this morning, he woke up a little later than normal so the sun was actually up (usually he is a pre-dawn waker). i think he saw the light coming in through the sliding glass door and assumed i was already awake and in the living room.
asher: mommy? where you at?
*silence
asher: i find mommy!
me: (i hear his sweet,little, socky feet running down the hall to the living room. just so you know, there's nothing more adorable than the sound of my baby's sweet, little, socky feet pattering around the house.)
asher: mommy? where are you, mommy?
*silence
me: (i get out of the bed to see what he's up to)
asher: (quietly playing with his trucks in the floor) OH! DER YOU ARE, MOMMY!!
most mornings, i can hear asher coming. he usually slams his bedroom door, comes into our room, and then slams ours. this morning, he woke up a little later than normal so the sun was actually up (usually he is a pre-dawn waker). i think he saw the light coming in through the sliding glass door and assumed i was already awake and in the living room.
asher's skills
asher: gonna watch back 'ardigans, mommy.
me: ok.
asher: WAIT!!!
me: what's wrong??!
asher: gotta get trucks first, mama.
asher has taught himself how to turn on the DVD player, take out the old DVD, put in the new one, close the player, and then push the play button. all by himself. i'm both amused and disturbed by this. i mean, he's only two and already his technological skills are better than my mom's.
p.s. i love you, mom.
me: ok.
asher: WAIT!!!
me: what's wrong??!
asher: gotta get trucks first, mama.
asher has taught himself how to turn on the DVD player, take out the old DVD, put in the new one, close the player, and then push the play button. all by himself. i'm both amused and disturbed by this. i mean, he's only two and already his technological skills are better than my mom's.
p.s. i love you, mom.
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