Pjs

Sam: I look awesome in these fancy striped pyjamas.

He's not wrong.

Sweet dreams

I was having a bedtime snuggle with Sam. The lights were off and I whispered in his ear "you're one of my favourite things in the whole world." I kissed him on the nose and told him to have sweet dreams. The I asked him what he wanted to dream about.

Sam: I'm gonna dream about when you made a fart.

It's moments like this that just melt a mama's heart. 

Such a gentleman

D: "Mom, where's my grilled cheese? I had to ask you two times!"

I didn't bury him in the backyard. Partly because the ground is frozen and it would take me too long to dig a proper hole. And partly because...

Captain America

I will often put letters on the boys drinks so we can tell them apart (we dose Sam's drinks with meds that he needs to take daily). Sam was pretending to be Captain America.

Sam: Can you please put A on it?

Me: For Captain America?

Sam: No, for Sam. Captain America starts with C. 

Me: Sam doesn't start with A. 

Sam: It starts with A after the S. 

Me: Yes it does. 

I wanted to tell him Captain America starts with A after the C but I didn't think it would do much good.

Me: Can I take a picture of your face or just the shield?

Sam: Just the shield. 

Button

Sam woke up at 3 am last week crying. I went into his room.

Me: What's wrong?

Sam: I need a button, mommy. 

Me: What?

Sam: I need a button for my pajama shirt. (He was wearing a stretchy cotton pullover with no buttons.)

Me: Well we can't do that right now.

Sam: Will you cuddle with me?

Me: Fine, but just for a few minutes. 

And that is how I, once again, got conned into snuggling in the middle of the night. 

My artist

"Look what I wrote on the wall! It says S-A-M."

Toilet trouble

We had just got out of the pool and were about to get changed when Daniel had to go pee, so he ran off to the bathroom. When he got back he couldn't get his swimsuit off. Danny had let him wear a ridiculously small swimsuit, size 12-18 months. I'm surprised he could even get it on. Once it was wet he couldn't get it off. I asked him how he got it off to go pee.

D: Sometimes, when I wait too long to go, it kind of runs down my leg and I have to hold my foot up over the toilet to get it in.

I asked him to show me how he did it. This is the world I live in. 

Daniels plans for the future terrify me.

http://youtu.be/Mer-ngZQSZw

My children give me far too much material for this blog!

Daniel came in from outside with a sore lip today. 

D: I accidentally put some cold metal on the inside of my lip.

Me: Why?

D: I don't know

Me: What was it?

D: Your little garden shovel.

He proceeded to ask me tell his uncles and grandma what happened (his lip was too sore to talk but not to sore to ask me to tell them) and mumble and/or use "sign language" off and on for most of the morning. 

Poor Woody

"Woody went to a war and died."