Quote of the Day

While changing Littleman's diaper and his second set of clothes for the day, we had the following conversation -

Me: Littleman do you want a baby sister or a baby brother?

LM: Baby?  (at this point he is all smiles - too cute)

Me: Yes mommy is having a baby, do you want a baby sister or baby brother?

LM: (Smiles BIG like he understands and exclaims) Grandpa!!

Think we still have some work to do on this whole big brother thing.  Wonder if grandpa means "brother" hahaha

Breath Easy

All was to quiet in the house as I went downstairs to refill our coffee mugs.  As I descend the steps littleman pops his head around the corner and I catch a full blown whiff of Vicks.  I wasn't sure where it was coming from but I could see that he was covered in it.  Quickly I gathered him up so he couldn't rub his eyes and headed towards the bathroom.  After running him a bath and wiping as much of the stuff off him before settling him into the water I went back to his playroom and found the half empty bottle of Vicks.  My nose has been stuffed up for days because I have a cold and I can now say I can breath a little easier.

For real!??

Could it be for real this time?  Could I really start blogging about my life, my husband and my son again for the enjoyment of my family and friends?  The simple answer is don't believe it.....  I can not promise updates will be frequent, however I do plan on getting a few of my stories up and hey I manged a new blog look isn't that enough?  Littleman is a turkey as daddy calls him.  Not sure why, but he is into everything and anything.  He loves to help me cook, clean and all the things he will despise and refuse to do as  he gets older.  It's keeping him from doing them when I am not around is the challenge at hand. He'll start the coffee pot, at least the new one I bought won't actually start, it just beeps that is has no water.  He'll start the microwave, luckily he hasn't placed anything metal in it yet, but it was a turn knob style and now needs to be replaced, but still works. 
When he's really in my hair, I just say "outside?" and he screams, "Yeah!" and runs for the front door.  This child really really loves the outdoors.  Outside though we deal with him pulling up the tomatoes and digging up the flower beds or now that they are blooming, pulling the roses off their stems.  That wouldn't be so bad if I could still put them in a vase....no he brings me petals.

Everyday is something new with him.  So maybe now with morning coffee I can start reminising about this littleman's first three years.