I am the Biggest Loser

I think I lost 5% of my body weight in 4 days.

For those waiting for emails from me, I'm sorry. I'm behind. My body decided to shut down for 3 days death almost became me. And then my stomach decided to get rid of its lining since I hadn't put food in it for a few days. It tried that for 24 hours.

I even went to the in-laws so that my kids could get fed and washed and stuff.

But today is a better day. My parents are coming tonight. My house is starting to resemble the place we usually reside and hopefully by the time the parents role in all will be better.

Sadly the kids are showing signs of said vicious flu and so is Cster but I have faith that their bodies will FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT and not give in like me.

Merry Christmas to All

As we were leaving church last night somebody said good bye to us. We all said good bye as we walked out the door. Mster shouted, "MERRY CHRISTMAS. FELIS SLAPIDAH"

Mean Girls

The other day Mster was going to have a friend come over. The friend is the same age. She spent 1/2 hour on a card for her friend. She wrote her name, her friends name and part of her friend's dad's name on the card. Then she filled it full with "mster writing" which is pretty much just what she thinks looks like writing. She was excited to share it with the girl.

So the girl comes over and Mster races to get the card and presents is to her like she's offering her gold and the little girl looks at it and says "those are scribbles" and doesn't even take it from her.

A few mornings later I saw Mster cutting the card up in tiny peices with her scissors. She told me "big girls don't like scribbles and I'm a big girl".

The whole experience broke my heart.

Christmas Tree Extravaganza

Yesterday we went and got our Christmas Tree. Mster made a song about it.

Cster arrived and we met David. He works at the tree lot and told us he would gladly take our money for a tree. We found one.

David trimmed it for us.

It now sits in our living room eagerly anticipating our decorating Extravaganza. I will post pictures when its not so naked (its a bashful tree). But I have to say that it is hte awesomest tree ever. Its perfect.

Oh and the sky was awsome. My camera didn't do it justice.

Smart Alec

Me: What in the world makes you think what you are doing right now is smart?
Mster: My brain.

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...

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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.

3 Years of Sorrow

A few months ago, Mster was standing up in the cart and fell out head first onto the hard store floor. Today the kids and I went to the store to buy mass quanities of meat for Csters bday. As we were going into the store Mster said:

"Remember when I was little and I fell on my head and cried for 3 years."

Take that you Witch!

Mster and I were playing witches this morning. Sadly, Mster couldn't find her magic wand so she kept having to borrow my pretend magic wand. Why she couldn't pretend herself up a wand I don't know. So we made up a spell to get the bad witch to go away. It goes...

"Witch...Witch...Witch (spinning your wand in big circles)...BE GONE!(pointing our wands in the witches direction)

Mster: Is the witch dead
Me: (trying not to be morbid or muster up issues of killing things) No, she just went away to another place.
Mster: Oh...let me get my sword...there now she's dead.
Me: Well, alright then.

The Circle of Life

The Circle of Life according to Mster

Caterpillars start out as an egg. Then they hatch and eat fruit, picnic food, and leaves. They then wrap themselves into a racoon (sic) where struggle to get out into a beautiful butterfly.

We need to plant the peanut butter seed, and then give it water and then it will grow and we can pick the peanut butter.

New word of the day

Mster - I just gave you a slobber kiss
Me: You just gave me a booger kiss.

Boogerkiss...just wait...10 years and I know Websters will pick it up.

Top 10 Guys

I opened my library book to find a notebook sheet of paper fall into my lap. It was titled "Top 10 Guys". There were 2 side by side lists.

1. Justin G Brady H (with hearts all around it)
2. Jonathon Jonathon
3. Cody Garrett
4. Garrett Alex C
5. Austin M Trevor
6. Alex C Justin
7. Austin C Austin M
8. Eric Austin C
9. Brady Hayden
10. Trevor Eric

There you have it.

The Pantry

Both my kids like to play in the pantry.

At any given moment one of them has probably found there way in. They both like to shut the door and have you open it. Mster requests you knock first, ask for something and then she will give it to you. Repeating often is a good thing. Lster likes to swing the door open and shut and when the door actually shuts breaks out into bursts of giggles when you open the door for him.

Sleep Trainging Update

Well...lets see.

Lster is still not sleeping well. How is this possible. After a horrible friday night wherein he decided to cry, scream or bang his crib from 12-5:30AM, I decided to go and sleep on the couch. Last night was better, but still not great but I made him stay in there until 6AM and he probably cried off and on from 3:40 till then.

He is taking much better naps. YEAH Lster for napping. Napping is good.

Perma's Birthday

Happy Birthday.

I hope your day was filled with lots of cake and Harry paraphernalia.

Sleep Training - Day 3

Lster slept only a 1/2 hour for the first 3 naps (morn, aft, morn) and then cried for 1 hour. I got him at this point and waited until the next nap time to try and put him down again. Oh he was so sad and clung to me like I had left him forever. BUT...on the 4th nap (aft) he slept 40 min, cried for 5 minutes and went back to sleep a total of 1 1/2 hours. yippee.

Today Lster slept 2 - 50 minute naps. Still not great but a whole bunch better than before.

Sorry for the boring post but I gotta write it down somewhere.

thanks mster

If you search for poopboogers on Google, I'm the first on the list.

Word Definition and Expoloration

Word Definition by Mster

"Dragoner" - one who takes care of dragons

And Lster found his diaper today. (the diaper he was wearing) I remember the day that Mster found her diaper although she was entertained much longer than him.

And...Lster is sleep training. Slightly frustrating times in the Burrito household. With the chaos of our lives I just haven't been able to allot a time to truly train him. But with the in-laws out of town and the Burrito family flying solo for a few days, it was time. (also the fact that I've had a 5 hour stretch of sleep maybe 2-3 times since the big guy was born). So last night he finally slept through the night. 6pm to 5am with only a few squaks in the night. No real cries. Now, if only we can get him to sleep till 6am (he used to before) and he needs to master the naps. 1/2 hour naps just aren't good enough. Oh the crying. I feel so bad for him. I'm trying to remember that I did it with Mster and how it went. I wish I would have journalled the experience.

Tofu and Recalls

1. I've always been a pretty trusting person but these days I just want to dump all the toys into the trash can and give my kids paperbags and socks to play with. Erg!!!!!

2. Lster loves tofu as much as Mster did (emphasis on 'did'). We are not a vegetarian family. And those that really know us can just stop laughing. :) In fact, we don't eat tofu ourselves but I find that it is the perfect food to give a baby who's learning to eat for themselves. Its pretty bland. Its easy to pick up. Its easy to swallow and it has protein in it. Tonight I gave some to Lster for the first time and he inhaled it. Mster picked up her piece (since she HAD to have what Lster was having), felt the squishy weirdness and didn't even try it.

3. Mster is really liking the 'funder"

Mster could be your penpal

Mster got an email from one of her friends and she thinks typing letters is cool.

If you want a letter from her drop her a note by my email.

Lster is a genius

Lster can sign 3 words

more
food
water

and today he crawled to the bathroom (door was shut), turned around to my mom who was behind him and signed "water". His sister had just had a bath and he wanted one too.

AMAZING!!!! I love communicating with a 9 month old.

Word of the Day...Thanks Mster

Poopbooger

Lster is doomed

Mster is really into being Cinderella. When she is 'in character' you must refer to her as 'Cinderella'. Today she wanted to dance with Prince Charming who I thought was Lster but later found out it was me. I asked Mster who Lster was and she said "the Godmother".

I guess sex isn't an issue when playing pretend.

Although she has informed me that all the boys at her birthday will eat a 'Boots' cake because they are boys and all the girls will eat a "Dora" cake because they are girls. For the record there will be only one cake. All the boys will have to deal with it. I hope Mster can.

I was offended

In the elevator today in the library a man was wearing a shirt that said something about killing all lawyers would make a better place. It had a source. I think Henry IV - Shakespeare or something like that.

I know that the world has this hatred for lawyers and I've heard all the jokes but I just don't think its right that people can wear stuff like that. I mean its ignorant and judgemental and classing groups of people in a heirarchal manner. This man felt he was better than all the lawyers in the world.

Well one of my friends (who may even read this) prosecutes child abusers in a really poor county with not a lot of hope. Is she scum?

I guess the ironic thing about it all is that all the lawyers out there would probably argue that the shirt was a freedom of speech and a right and he should be able to wear it if he wants. I mean I'm not saying we should censure t-shirts but I jsut wish people wouldn't be so stupid.

Oops...silly mommy!

Mster: Look at the Cinderella I drew.
Me: I like it. That 's a great Cinderella.
Mster: No, that's a spider.

Bad or Good

Mster: Do you need to pee badly?
Me: Yes
Mster: You should pee goodly mommy.

Bone Hoses and Green Horses

Mster: What colour is the hose in my body?
Me: Uh...I don't know...What colour is the hose in your body?
Mster: pink...and purple...with Dora and Boots on it.
Me: Really?
Mster: Yep
Me: What does the hose do?
Mster: It waters my bones.
Me: Do you have any other hoses?
Mster: Nope, just that one.


Mster: What colour of horse do you like Mommy?
Me: I like brown horses.
Mster: What colour of horse do you like Lster?
Me: What did he say?
Mster: He said 'green'.
Me: Wow...have you ever seen a green horse? I don;t think I've seen one before.
Mster: Yes, when I was in California. Not when I was in Calgary. I was only a wee tiny baby and I didn't see a green horse there.

I think my brain is missing,,.or did she put it back

Today was a slightly rough day both physically and mentally. At one point I fell backwards onto the floor and decided to never get off my back again. Shortly thereafter my hair was pulled numerous times by 2 kids who thought my act of despair was a welcome invitation to crawl all over me. After a couple of elbowings and few kicks I finally got up to a seated position and told Mster that I was not well. She then proceeded to poke me with her finger into numerous locations asking "does that hurt". I finally admitted it was my stomach and my head to which the real story lies...

Mster quickly found her plastic play fork and announced that she would find my missing brain.

Mster: Is your brain lost?
Me: No
Mster: Is your brain lost yet?
Me: No
Mster: Is your brain lost yet?
Me: I guess so...I'm feeling my mind going.
Mster: I'm going to find it for you.

At this point she raised her plastic utensil to my forehead...

Me: WAIT...you are only allowed to preten put my brain back. You are not allowed to actually touch my head with that fork.

Mster to my amazement did it. She worked fast and quick. I didn't feel a thing and moments later proclaimed me fixed. I'm ready to send her off to mutant school.

Some people might be a little worried that their 2 year old is performing surgery on them with plastic forks but I for one don't have a problem. I hope the AMA doesn't have a problem with Mster's medical feat or with the fact that she performed it repeatedly over a 15 minute period.

Oh Mster

Mster has figured out that others don't look like her.

Mster: "Why does Dora have darker hair than me?"

Mster: (to the Tongan sister missionaries in our car) "Your skin is different than mine."

I have not done anything to talk about differences with her...she just came to that conclusion this week I guess.

And a classic line to go down in Mster history books.

Me: "What are you doing?"
MSter: "Um...I just want you to stay right there so you won't say no."

I got compared to Britney.

I got compared to Britney in my lack of posts lately.

Thanks Aunty Mav.

Mav: You aren't posting any pictures or anything these days.
Me: My stupid battery charger got packed and your mom's cam doesn't have video
Mav: That's like Brittany Spears telling her biggest fan that she hasn't come out with a good record in a long time. I know that no videos are being produced, I check everyday. Spears, you have no news for me. I RUN the fan club.
Me: I just got compared to Brit.
Mav: Brit in an unproductive period.
Me: That might just make the blog.

Don't call DFS

Mster: (Running up the stairs in front of her Grandpa) Don't worry Grandpa...I'm going so fast so my mommy doesn't beat me.

Lster is crawling.

I got High School Musical for my bday and Settlers of Catan. I rock.

The bestest bday present ever!!!

Me: (to Mster) Thanks for making birthday crowns with me today
Mster: Your welcome
Mster: (hugging me) I love you.

Random Ramblings

At church...
Mster: (while prancing an animal cracker on top of Lster's head) The animal is pooping on you.

Getting ready to go for the pool...
Cster: I'll only go to the pool if you want me to. Do you want me to go?
Mster: Definately (remember she's 2)

Etc...
Mster: Can I give Lster some milk from my nipples?

Introducing...

I'd like to formally introduce everybody to Lsters first tooth and to our new dog "Woohoo*". One of them is pretend.

*I'm not sure of the spelling. Is it just one name like Madonna, or Cher or is it Woo Hoo as in Mrs. Hoo, first name Woo.

You can't really see this but this was where I had to get my official "don't park in front of our house or else" signs.

I almost died laughing when I read the police stations slogan.

For those that can't see it says:

St Louis Police Department - the "Real Police"

Congratulations Doo Doo...I think

A few weeks ago Mster informed me that Doo Doo had a baby in her tummy. I told Cster and he brought it up at dinner time.

Cster: So I hear Doo Doo has a baby in her tummy.
Mster: Uh Huh
Cster: When is it coming out?
Mster: In about a half of an hour. She's going to the hospital.
Cster: Wow. How is she going to get to the hospital?
Me: Maybe Bah Bah could take her.
Mster: No. She's going to take herself.

There have been no other mentions of Doo Doo's baby. So I'm not sure how it all went. Doo Doo has come with us to some outdoor activities so its nice to know she's up and able to do some stuff.

Just when you think she gets the world

Me: Mster, Grandma said that she asked 2 girls at church if she could take them and us to the park when we move there.
Mster: (very excited) What are their names?
Me: I don't know. I'm sorry.
Mster: I know their names.
Me: Really, What are they?
Mster: Amy and the Kindergarden girl
Me: Huh
Mster: Do you know the Kindergarden girls name?
Me: No, Do you?
Mster: yes
Me: What is it?
Mster: the kindergarden girl (exasperated as if we've already gone through this already)
Me: Well, where does she live (trying to get a little more info to see who she's thinking of)
Mster: in the Hundred Acre Woods with the 3 bears.

Cute vs. Annoying

Cute: Mster telling me she wants a "smackeral of something"* yesterday morning
Annoying: Mster telling me she wants a "smackeral of something" 20 times yesterday morning and afternoon.

*"Smackeral of something" is from a Winnie the Pooh book that refers to having a snack...for those thinking why don't you just give her something, snacktime has cutoffs or else dinner/lunch won't be eaten. We aren't a free for all eating in this house.

Aspirations

Today as we left a friends house we saw a man mowing a lawn.

Later on during the drive home:

Mster: When I grow up I'm going to be a man so that I can lawnmower.
Me: Mster, Ladies can mow lawns too. Ladies can do anything they want to do.
Mster: (silence)

To Bah Bah, Doo Doo and Baby Jack

To Bah Bah, Doo Doo and Baby Jack*:
I can't see you yet you seem to be an important part of the Burrito life. I'm just writing to let you know it would be of great help if you could help out around here.

Bah Bah, you're in elementary school, you should be able to play with Mster a little bit. Don't always be conveniently gone when Mster wants you to play.

Doo Doo, you may love pre-school, but it doesn't' mean you have to be there all day. Come home and amuse Mster while I get some dishes done.

Baby Jack, you are Mster's baby. You are not my baby. For that reason I refuse to change you, carry you, feed you or any other task Mster tells me you want me to do. Mster's a big girl. She can help you. I will however reprimand you when you take Lster's toys. That is unacceptable behaviour, even for a baby I can't see.

Sincerely, Squishy

*Names have NOT been changed for anonymity. I don't think their are any imaginary friend stalkers out there and if there are, by all means, take them.

Who's Nina?

Mster made a new friend today.

With temperatures well in the 70's we were in no way going to miss out on some outside playtime. Outdoors we met a neighbour with a 5 year old girl also playing outside. The 2 girls became fast friends. The only issue was that Mster refused to call her by her real name. She would only refer to her as "Nina". I told her over and over again her name. I used her name in numerous sentences. Mster conversed with "Nina" that entire time and "Nina" understood what she was saying. And yet the poor girl was Nina.

Even as we were heading into our house you could hear the yells of the two of them.

"Bye Mster"

"Bye Nina"

Potty Humour

Mster sitting on the toilet...

Mster: What noise is coming?
Me: Uh...I don't know.
Mster: Its yucky and you can't eat it.
Me: (thinking) oh no
Mster: PEE!!! (followed by her body producing appropriate sound effects)

Our Snowman

Check out our bathtub snowman.

This is what happens when it is too cold to play outside but Mster really really really wants to play in the snow. So much fun...

Hurray!!!

This will not mean much to some of you but we are 100%potty trained house for 3/4 of our family. Oh the excitement!!!!!

Memoirs of a 3/4 Potty Trained House

I find it slightly ironic that the day after the M&M's ran out there were 2 accidents.

Its a Surprise!!!

Mster came into our room this morning from waking up to this question:

Mster: Guess what's in my diaper?
Me: I don't know. What's in your diaper?
Mster: Its brown and BIG!
Me: Mmm...does it smell bad
Mster: It smells YUCKY!!
Mster: ITS A SURPRISE!

It made me wonder if anybody else woke up to such a wonderfully yucky surprise this morning.

Crap, Dang, Erg...

Today while on the phone with another "the man", Cster taught Mster "fo'shizzle". I heard it while I was on hold, being rerouted and pleading with stupid insurance people for over an hour and there was nothing I could do but give Cster evil death stares from across the room.

His response as we discussed it over dinner was that I have to stop saying "crap", "dang", and any other noncuss cuss words around her first. To this I reply...fo'shizzle.

Disgusting

Seen earlier today...

Mster picking at her toes and eating the findings.

and then later on...

Mster: Daddy you want my nail cut?
Cster: Uh...
Me: What would he do with them?
Mster: eat them.

Back Seat Drive

On the way home from Church. Cster driving. Important to note is that there were no trees in any different places than on any other drive home from church.

Mster: LOOK OUT FOR THAT TREE!!!!!
Cster: I'll do my best not to hit it.
Mster: DONT hit it Daddy
Cster: Okay, I won't hit it.
Mster: LOOK OUT for that Church!

Play toys...

Driving home from dropping Cster off at his clerkship:

Mster: I want to go back downtown
Me: No, we have to go home
Mster: I don't want to go home. I want to go back downtown
Me: What are you going to do there?
Mster: Play toys.

Same drive home:

Mster: I want to ride in the back
Me: You are in the back
Mster: No, that back (meaning trunk)
Me: hmmm...well what would you do back there
Mster: Play toys.
Me: What kind of toys?
Mster: Wah Wahs and Poh pohs (I'm glad she cleared that up for me)

I dropped

With the return to the normal life (hahaha) from Christmas vacation we decided to let Mster sleep in her big girl bed (aka a toddler bed). Oh the excitement to be had by all. Oh the excitement not had at 3:47AM when I woke up to the wails and crying of a 2 year old who "dropped" from her bed.

Thankfully last night (night #2) was dropfree.

I also find it humourous that Mster sits on her bed until we come get her. She hasn't quite figured out that she doesn't have to scream at the top of her lungs for us to come get her when she wakes up. She can just crawl off the bed and come find us.