No? Me neither.
I wish I had a cool excuse for not posting for eighty seven years but I don't. It's just me and my increasing number of black yoga pants being lazy and watching tivo'ed episodes of Happy Endings.
(it's the funniest show you aren't watching, trust me)
Things are just busy here at casa de Beanie!
Mr. T is a traveling fool - going to places that he really should take along compression socks and a broad spectrum antibiotic. Instead he takes some power bars and his
Token is, well...I think we've covered him.
Kiwi is awesome. He totally understands what we say and actually does it! (most times)
If I tell him to put his blue truck into his wagon, he will. If I tell him to put the pink block on top of the red block, he will. If I tell him to stop touching the dog's penis, he will.
He loves water, my kid. He loves to put his whole face in the bathwater and take big swig. And then choke for five minutes. He has a toy in there, we call him Scuba Steve, who spits out water in a stream and Kiwi loves it.
In fact, if he hears water running anywhere in the house, he's on a freaking mission...his little feet slapping the hardwood trying to find it.
Which, as it turns out, may not have been the best behavior to encourage.
Mr. T was using the facilities yesterday morning and didn't quite have the door closed all the way.
This is what I heard:
tinkle tinkle tinkle
Slap slap slap slap slap
"Oh, shit...Kiwi. No."
the sink turning on
slap slap slap slap slap
"I don't want to talk about it."
I guess when your hands are full, trying to prevent an excited toddler from sticking his hands in your pee stream is kinda hard.
Welcome to my world.