Ah, the sacrifices we make for our children...

Well, we ran out of the "grown-up" hand soap in the guest bathroom upstairs, which also serves as James' bathroom. When Sterling told me this, I informed him that we actually had a backup soap right there on the counter which James had been using for a while, Kandoo Jungle Fruit-scented kid's soap. He said, "don't we have anything stronger? I need something with lye..". I pointed out that the prior soap wasn't exactly the toughest guy soap on the block.. it's all-natural, but I guess it smelled a little more, uh.. neutral?
He stooped to using it, but pointed out that he was going to have a long road ahead of him, as his next stop was Harbor Freight (Man Land if you're unfamiliar with it), and you don't walk in there smelling like bubble gum and asking for an impact wrench and welding supplies... the guys there would probably point him to the craft department. *sigh*

Pics from Safari....

Goin' on Three and Paci-Free!

Well! What we thought would be a huge ordeal ended up barely being a blip on the radar. We've been telling James for a few months now that as he chews holes in his pacis (as he is wont to do), he has to throw them out.. and when they're gone, they're gone. So... they're gone. He chewed through the last one yesterday, I made him throw it out, and he slept last night like a.. baby / exhausted toddler. No real issues, no nothing. He asked for it, I reminded him where it was, and that was that! He's napping right now, also sans paci. That's it. Sorry, I just really thought this was going to be a bigger deal and it's a total non-issue. :-)

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEATON! Keatey turned three today and an awesome time was had by all at his Jungle-themed party. Pics to come...

It's not the same....

James is getting very wordy.. he says some pretty precocious stuff that just slays us sometimes. While Sterling was driving him to daycare today, James pointed out a truck that looked a bit like Daddy's truck, and he said as much. Sterling said, "no, James, that's not like Daddy's truck..it's the same color, but it's bigger / smaller / whatever (I wasn't there)". James said, "it's similar." He's used that quite a few times since, too, always in the right context. What a hoot.

Nice grammar

Here it is, afternoon, and James is fighting his nap tooth and nail. Sterling said, "Jaaames.. I think you're sleepy".
James: "no, I not sleepy"
Daddy: "Oh, yes you are"
James: "no, I not am"
Daddy: "yes, you are"
James: "NO, I NOT am!"

Mommy's little monkey

Well, I'm back from San Fransisco, and we drove to the rapids today to pick up the boy. While we were there, James spied a banana that must have appealed to him (pardon the pun!) and asked, "mommy, may I have that banana, please? may I eat the banana, like a monkey?". Not paraphrasing here, those were his exact words. He really cracks me up sometimes.

Tiiiiiny buubblesss.... in my tub.

The boy does love himself a bath. He typically gets a small amount of bubbles for starters, we do a quick top to toes washdown, and then he can play as long as he wants or until I get tired of sitting in our little bathroom with him. Last night he played and played... and then discovered how to make his *own* bubbles.
It clearly started as an accident. My gaseous little guy let one rip, realized that it made bubbles, and decided this was the coolest thing ever. So then he lay there on his back, looking down between his legs and GRUNTING to push out more so he could watch the bubbles come up. I'd hear "mmmmhh" followed by "blurpblurblurpb", and then maniacal laughter. I can't believe he had that much in him, but he entertained himself for about a good 5 - 10 minutes. So classy, it makes a mom proud.