What are you reading?

Msters favourite book right now is David and Goliath. She requests that I read every 2 hours. For those that are unfamiliar with the David and Goliath story. Goliath is a giant Philistine who challenges any Israelite to fight him. David says he will and proceeds to knock Goliath over with a rock and a slingshot. Then he takes Goliaths sword and cuts off his head and takes the head to King Saul.

Sweet dreams my little one.

Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Me: Do you want to help me pick out wrapping paper?
Mster: YES!!
Me: Do you like this kind. It has snowman and santas and rainbow colours.
Mster: No...I want ALL pink wrapping paper.

When you gotta go...

Life's a little stressful around here. We think the Lster is teething again and sadly he just can't take it like a man. Teething for Lster involves lots of screaming, lots of neediness and lots of frustration on all family members. If you think that pacifiers muffle the screams you would be sadly mistaken because one of Lster's favorite things to scream for is a pacifier. Regardless of whether he has one in his mouth or not, he will scream bloody murder until he gets it and then give a snort of glee at the ability to hold a pacifier in one hand and munch on the other in his mouth.

I was trying to make dinner last night which was a feat in itself as Lster doesn't like to be put down at all while he's teething. Not put down for anything and I must be walking. I can't sit and hold him or sit and rock him. I must stand and pace the house while holding him. But I digress. While cooking dinner (holding Lster), Mster runs into the room performing the classic "pee pee dance". This involves holding oneself while dancing around spastically and yelling pee pee. I told her to go to the bathroom not 15 feet away from the dance but she adament that she HAD to go outside like the animals do. Needless to say I marched her 15 feet away from the front door into our indoor bathroom to go like a 3 year old.

Roofless Cars

Mster: MOMMY that car doesn't have a roof on
Me: you're right
Mster: Why doesn't it have a roof on
Me: I don't know. What do you think?
Mster: Well, sometimes you just don't have a roof. And when it rains he will have to pull out his umbrella from his pocket.

And Lster is Walking

Look out world...he's on the move.

Monsters are Delicious

Mster: Where can we find monsters?
Me: In your imagination
Mster: What if Monsters were real?
Me: I don't know. What would we do if monsters were real?
Mster: We would kill them, and eat them and slurp them up with water.

Said Mommy

Mster has gone beyond the world of imagination. Its too much for me to handle. We play imagination all day, every day.

Lately she's been saying "said (add the subject that is talking)" Sometimes she'll even add an adjective so it will be "said Mommy quitely" It cracks me up. She can't just say "where is my food". She has to say "'Where is my food?', says baby bird softly"

Rocket Man aka Baby Elton

When Jokes go Wrong

I thought it would be funny to play the joke on Mster where you make her hit herself and then repeatedly say "stop hitting yourself". It was funny while I was doing it, until, she just kept doing it and thought the game was her hitting herself without me and me saying "stop hitting yourself".

We're keeping it all in the family

Mster: When I get older, Mommy and I are going to get married.
Cster: But I'm married to Mommy. Who would I be married to then?
Mster: You can find another girl.
Cster: I think you should go tell that to Mommy.
Mster: I don't want to.

Chocolate Chip Cookies

Mster: Can I have a cookie?
Me: No, they just came out of the oven and need to cool off a bit. They are too hot.
Mster: I like it when they are hot.
Me: I like warm cookies but hot cookies burn your mouth and that's not good.
Mster: I like cookies that burn my mouth.

And then there was...

MORE

Playdates

Mster's on a playdate as I type. Her friend is over and I am amazed at their play ideas. I just turned around to find the friend taking off her pants and underwear.

Me: Woh...what's going on. Lets keep the clothes on.
Friend and Mster: We're going potty.
Me: huh?
Me: you mean pretend potty, right?
Friend and Mster: yep
Me: (phew)
Mster: Its your turn (to friend as she hopes off the kids table that they are calling their potty)
Friend: Its your turn now (After she does on for 10 seconds)
Friend: are you done yet (after Msters been on for more than a minute)

Other games played

Princess and Prince
Mster: How are you Prince?
Friend: No I'm the Princess
Mster: Uhhhhh...I'm the Princess
Mster:...How are you Princess?

Friend: I CAN SEE YOUR BOOTY!!!
Mster: hahahahahahaha
Friend: Pull up your pants...I can see your booty
Mster: hahahahahahaha

Its been a long time coming...

Summer was too stressful to do anything Valentineknitswise but I've been thinking I should post some of the stuff I've done lately. I've got more to post later but for now just go check it out.

Lster, your almost there.

Lster has had the muscle strength and probably balance for months now to be able to stand on his own. He just hasn't quite connected his body to his brain to tell it that he doesn't need to hold on.

Today, that all changed. He made leaps and bounds. He's not standing for hours on end but he's got a good 10 seconds down if he's in the right mood. Your on you way Lster...

Trick or Treat

Fall Festival Extravaganza

Our church is having a Fall Festival (aka Halloween party, I have no idea why its called that) tonight and Mster is so beyond excited that I think she might explode in anticipation. She was all set to be a princess. She HAD to be a princess but after I procrastinated buying her a costume I soon realized that the princess costumes that were left SUCKED!!! And I refused to spend 23.50 (w/o tax) for them. Luckily, much to Msters wildest dreams, Mster found a MUST HAVE butterfly/fairy accessories. We've got wings. We've got a head band. We've got a wand and most importantly we've got face glitter. I may just have to post pictures of this.

Lster EAT

My darling little Lster turned 1 last week. A whole year old. Unfortunately I'm afraid that he won't make it to his 2nd big birthday bash. He wont eat. He's on a hunger strike unless you feed him shredded cheese. He's even refusing crackers unless he's ABSOLUTELY hungry. I'm not sure what to do. Clearly he's hungry. Clearly I can't just feed him cheese. But I guess that's what I'm going to do. Unless I get earplugs to cover up the insanely loud shreaks of holy murder if I even think about putting something other than a milk product on his tray.

Moving and Death`

We've moved. I've been sans internet for almost 2 weeks but I survived. And now, after a lovely visit from 2 burly internet guys who waved their magic cyberspace wands, I'm connected. Expect more posts. Maybe.

Mster is FASCINATED with death and killing. She's constantly talking about killing things and about death.

Mster: Mom, do you want me to die?

Mster: Where did Jesus go?
Me: He died. He's in Heaven with Heavenly Father?
Mster: How did he die?
Me: (ugh)...some bad guys killed him
Mster: Are some bad guys going to kill us?
Me: Probably not. That doesn't happen very often. We'll probably die cause we get sick. Not cold sick but old sick. When you get really old, your body gets sick and you die.
Mster: Is Aunt N* going to die soon cause she's really old?

*Aunt N just turned 50 (and not in the least bit old or sick) :)

Lster

So I realized that Lster is not getting a lot of airtime in the blog world.

Lster is a carboholic. Its all he eats and if I dare to offer him anything but bread, crackers, or noodles he will shreak at the top of his lungs no matter how hungry is until I put carbs on the tray. He will still eat' tofu and yogurt but that is it.

Lster is a tank. Thats what we call him. He's the fastest crawler I've ever seen and he just plows thru whatever he wants to get to. He can walk too if holding onto something or someone.

He LOVEs to climb. He really enjoys climbing and then shreaking yet again until somebody gets him down. I've taken the cushions off the couches to use as barriers in other parts of the living room. So, that leaves the sofa pretty low to climb up. I've also put one cushion on the floor so he can use it as a step to get down. Lster likes to climb up and yell until you move the cushion to the exact location where he wants to go down. I've been thinking about calling him your highness.

It isn't all shreaks and carbs...Lster loves to make you laugh and he loves to laugh. Hide around the corner and he is in hysterics. Throw a wash cloth on his face and he luaghs and laughs.