A very full moon

On the way to a birthday party with Parker tonight, he noticed the full moon and said, "Look Mommy! It's a full moon!" I acknowledged it and he said, "It must have a lot of stuff...a lot of stuff in his belly."

I said, "Why? Because it's a 'full' moon?"

"Yes Mommy, it has a lot of stuff in there."

And I should admit that Parker still can't say two consonants together at the beginning of a word and anything that starts with "th" comes out as starting with a "d." For example, that last sentence actually sounded like, "Yes Mommy, it has a lot of 'tuff in dair." :-)

I love the way toddlers talk, and I love the way they think. Too cute.

My mommy...

I had a great Mother's Day this year. Here's a picture of Thomas on that day:

I'm totally stealing this idea from my friend Nancy because Thomas didn't do anything like this in his class. I thought her son's answers were cute, so I thought I'd see what Thomas would say. Here was the survey and his answers:

Mommy's favorite color: pink
Mommy's favorite restaurant: Chick-Fil-A
Mommy's favorite thing to eat: Salad
My favorite thing that Mommy cooks: Spaghetti & pizza
My Mommy's best friend: I don't know
Mommy's Job: To stay here (home)
Mommy is married to: I don't know.
Mommy's favorite thing to do: Stay home and love me
Mommy's favorite TV show: commercials
What does Mommy look like: a grown up
Why do you love Mommy: because she loves me
My favorite thing to do with Mommy: play with her

I can't say he answered them all "correctly" but I love the way he thinks. :)

Fried okra and other ways Thomas makes me laugh

I have a few stories to share about Thomas. They made me laugh and I want to remember them. And now that he is officially 3 1/2, I'll have to come back soon with a more complete update. Until then, a few funny Thomas stories...


Fried Okra
Last week, while visiting my parents, Mom, the boys and I went to lunch at "Bubba's." Not the actual name of the restaurant, but those who know my family will know that Bubba is the owner and a dear family friend. We actually went into town on a different mission, but the shop was closed, so Mom instead suggested we go to Bubba's for lunch...particularly because Thomas could get his favorite...fried okra.

When the waitress came around to take our order, Thomas informed her that he wanted fried okra. Then I started to tell her what the boys would have and I when I said "Fried okra" (not even noticing if it was actually on the menu because it always is on Sundays when we usually go there), she said, "I'm sorry. We don't have fried okra. That's only on Sundays and occasionally as the vegetable of the day." Thomas looked puzzled. Then I told him they didn't have it and we'd have to get something else. Well, you would have thought that I had told him I was sending him away forever to work in a labor camp or something. His face went blank, his lips quivered, his bottom lip came out and then he started BAWLING. I mean, totally bawling.

The waitress looked panicked (and slightly shocked) and said, "I'll be right back!" and she ran away. We tried our best to calm Thomas but he was inconsolable. The waitress returned a few moments later to tell us that Bubba said he had a little bit of okra and he was more than happy to fry some up for Thomas. It still took Thomas a few minutes to fully recover, but by the time his okra arrived, he ate every last piece with no problem. Though when it arrived, I guess it was a little less breaded than usual and he said, "Hey, this okra is green!" Ha ha.

Thank goodness Bubba looks out for us as this is the second time he's had to cook up a batch just for Thomas! Bubba has always had a special spot for Thomas, so lucky us!

Now the next funny story...

Half-naked truck driver
This afternoon the boys and I were playing out in the front yard. Thomas has this large dump truck that he was pushing around the yard (he was pushing it so fast that he was running). His new pants are a tad large in the waist and I had not yet tightened the adjustable waistband (even though I had been asking him all day to let me do this). So as he was running, his pants kept sliding down to reveal the top of his underwear in the back. He'd pull them up and keep running.

Well, I guess at some point he was having too much fun running that he didn't notice his pants were down to his knees. He laughed about it and told me his pants were falling down. Then he proceeded to take them off. So there he is, running around our front yard, pushing his truck with nothing but a long sleeved shirt and his Lightning McQueen underwear. Noticing how funny I thought he was (even though I was pleading with him to put his pants back on), he decided to be really funny and announced he was taking his underwear off too. And he did. Then he continued to run all around the front yard in nothing but his long-sleeved t-shirt pushing that big ol' dump truck.

I was laughing so hard I was nearly crying...all the while pleading with him to put his clothes back on. I was practically laying on the ground laughing (I was on my knees but kept putting my head down on the ground to laugh), and Parker came over to me. He thought I was crying and got this very concerned look on his face and started crying.

So there we were, half-naked boy running rampant around the front yard while his mother is doubled over in laughter and his brother is sobbing. Oh the fun.

Yummy candy corn
Thomas' Nana gave him a Halloween present a few weeks ago that included a little plastic pumpkin with some candy corn in it. He ate a few here and there for a few days. Then he kind of forgot about it and it ended up on top of our dresser. I must confess I dipped in it a few times and there were only a few more left in there.

The other night I was bathing Parker and Thomas had not quite joined him. When he finally came in, I asked him what he had been doing he muttered something about candy corn. I asked him what he was talking about and he said he ate the candy corn. I asked him how he got to them and he said, "I pulled out the drawer and I climbed up there and I got 'em!" The thought of him standing there trying to figure out how to get up to the little pumpkin cracks me up. Though of course I told him that he should not be climbing on drawers or anything of that sort.

Anyway, and then he said, "There weren't many left, but they sure were yummy!"

Aspirations

Thomas told me the other day what he wants to be when he grows up.
He said, "Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a doctor, a race car driver, a cooker, a hugger, a kisser, a fireman and a policeman. That's what I want to do."

Out of the mouth of babes...

Picking out the bacon

As people who know us well know, Trey travels a little bit for work sometimes. When he has to go, Thomas frequently asks why his daddy has to go to work (because he has to ask "why?" about everything!). We sometimes say "Because Daddy has to bring home the bacon." Lately though, this has led to some interesting and comical commentary from Thomas.

When he left one day recently Thomas said, "Daddy has to go get some bacon because we don't have anymore and we need some."

Tonight he has been fighting bedtime. We are potty training and he has already called me up there twice to potty (even though he wears diapers at nighttime). When I went to get him the second time (he can get out of his bed, but he's actually pretty good about staying in it!), he asked me if his Daddy was home. I told him "Not yet!" and he said, "Oh. Because he is still trying to pick out the right bacon?"

As a side note, we've been potty training seriously since Thursday and it's going remarkably well! I'm so proud of Thomas!

From the mouths of babes

This evening while I was making dinner, Thomas was riding around on his little car (powered by his feet) all about the house. He stopped at the refrigerator and was mumbling something. I decided to listen more carefully and thought he was saying something about "a number two combo." I said, "Did you say something about a number two combo?" And he said, "Yes Mommy, I'm going to get a number two combo from 'Chick-a-Lay.'" That's what Thomas calls the place we all call...



Apparently, he has been present for one too many stops at the Chick-Fil-A drive thru with his mom (who always orders at #2). In my defense (and good for him, too!), the #2 is the chargrilled chicken sandwich. :) Hey, what can I say...the cows made me do it...


That little boy (Thomas)...he's 35 months old today and he never stops making me smile.

Toddler life

We might be moving Thomas out of the crib soon. Not because he has learned to climb out of it though...instead it's because he has figured out how to climb INTO it. :) Granted, the risk of injury is much less, but I suppose it's only a matter of time before he figures out he can go both ways.

Thomas says the funniest things; I wish I was better about writing them all down.

Yesterday he was looking at a Babies R' Us coupon book in my car. He noted a play vaccuum cleaner and pointed it out to me. This conversation followed:
Me: "You don't have a vaccuum cleaner, do you?"
Thomas: "Yes, I do. It's a Lily's house." (this is his good friend Lily, where he goes for a playdate most Tuesdays)
Me: "I thought that was Lily's vaccuum."
Thomas: "No, it's mine."
Me: "If it's yours, why is it at Lily's house?"
Thomas: "Because it belongs there."

He's been enjoying his brother's little Richard Scarry's Cars & Trucks A to Z book filled with a different vehicle for each letter of the alphabet (not your average vehicles; things like hot dog cars and the like). A couple weeks ago we were riding to dinner and Trey & I were talking to Thomas about boys and girls ("Is Lily a boy or a girl?") and we asked him if Mommy and Daddy were boys or girls. He said, without hesitation:
"Mommy is a girl and Daddy is a pencil car."

Not sure what that was all about, but it makes me laugh everytime I just think about it. Kids do say the funniest things!

The things he says

Thomas makes me laugh so much these days with the funny little things he says. I need to make sure I write them down.

The other day he was eating a popscicle after lunch (he had been a particularly good boy that day). After eating enough of the popscicle to slightly expose the stick, he looked down at it and said, "Hey there sticker! How are you doing? Are you stuck in there?" I had to giggle. He has quite a sense of humor.