Archive for November, 2011

protesting too much

I just went upstairs to see what Wesley was doing that was making a thumping noise.

When I opened the door, he was standing at the end of the crib with a plastic bird in one hand and a spoon in the other. He said urgently, “Mama, I didn’t!”

Mary’s Christmas present

My parents gave Mary her own camera for Christmas–so exciting. Here’s a selection of the first pictures she took.

Grandma and Mama:

The last flower of the year:

Squishy pumpkins (ew):

Grandma and Mama (Mary’s vantage point makes us look very tall!):

quack

Earlier tonight, I gave Wesley a bath and then he wrapped up in a hooded towel that is supposed to make the kid look like a butterfly.

Wesley: Quack!

Me: Are you a butterfly quacking?

Wesley: No, I’m a duck! A duck wrapped in a towel.

Me: Oh, I see.

Wesley: Quack, quack. Look at my butterfly towel. Quack, quack, quack. I want some bacon. Quack, quack, quack.

Mary: Why would a duck want bacon?

Wesley: Because he’s really me in a butterfly towel. Quack, quack.

The more articulate he gets, the weirder I realize he is.

twenty questions

So, I taught Mary to play 20 Questions in the car tonight. She caught on pretty quickly and did a surprisingly good job guessing and answering my questions when I was guessing. It is sort of like playing with an alien, though…

Mary: Okay, I’m thinking of something!
Me: Is it in the car?
Mary: No.
Wesley: Is it my potty?
Mary: No!
Me: Is it alive?
Mary: Ummm….
Wesley: Is it my potty?
Mary: It’s not your potty!
Me: So is it alive?
M: Sort of. It’s like it’s in between.
Me: Is it George Washington?
M: Yes!
Me: What? Really?
Wesley: Are you sure it’s not my potty?