Who You Gonna Call?

This morning...

J: I want to be a ghostbuster for Halloween.  Will you please make me a ghostbuster costume?

Me: I don't know how to make a ghostbuster costume.

Minutes later I was handed a piece of paper with blue marker scribbles.

J: Here are the instructions for you to make me a ghostbuster costume. I will help you.  It will be easy if you follow my instructions.

Where did this come from? Solution...print out the logo onto a sheet of paper and tape it to a shirt.  Happy boy!

Halloween Fun

J wanted mustaches with his costume so we bought the jumbo 36 pack.  Thank goodness, since he would wear one for about 10 minutes and then declare, "Mommy, I think I need to shave."  As he ripped off the mustache and threw it away.

Happy Halloween!

Pretty Please with Candy on Top

So my Spanish speaking child still will not speak English.  I was trying to bribe her this evening with a piece of candy pumpkin.  "Say please," I repeated over and over as she grunted and reached for the candy.  "Say please and you can have it."  So she leans forward, smiles, and gives me a big hug while patting me on the back.

Guess who got a piece of candy.

Reign of the Formidable Fours - Part II

After J has been particularly unruly...

Me: You can't have birthday cake at your aunt's house tonight unless you listen and go do what I asked.


J: That's okay. It's a long drive out to Aunt Mel's house so you guys will forget by then.

Reign of the Formidable Fours - Part I

Just to set up the next few posts....They say to watch out for the terrible twos, but the formidable fours have just crept in to rock our household. This week has been fraught with whining, yelling, tears, and J has done his fare share of the aforementioned as well.  As my mother reminded me, be sure to remember these stories when he is at his worst.  Fortunately for me, he still manages to say the funniest things when he's at his worst.

In the middle of an hour long battle on cleaning up his toys, J takes a deep breath and shows a moment of calm.

J: Mom, I've had such a hard day today.  I think its making me have a hard attack.

Me: You mean a heart attack, like your heart hurts cause you've not been very nice?

J: No, a HARD attack, cause its hard to stop.

Mint and Me

J: Mommy, you know what the thing is about mint and me? The mint juice floats up my nose and makes me sneeze.