I can literally feel time moving by much too quickly. Tomorrow is already Thursday. And then it will be Friday, and then January is almost over. The boys are not even 3.5 yet, but I can feel their 4th birthday creeping up on me.
Hudson: "Mom, you are a good girl." as he pats me on the head
Luke: Uncontrollable belly laughs "I just tooted in your face."
Hudson: "I am going to just stand right here. You WILL NOT drag me in there." Standing outside the haircut place.
Luke: "I love you." Every night at dinner?!? Maybe he loves my cooking.
Hudson: "Today is a beautiful day. I'm not going to cry at school anymore." Tuesday morning en route to school. And he has not cried since before Christmas Break.
Me: "Luke we don't say potty words."
Luke: Uncontrollable laughter again. "Potty words." "What's Potty Words." Then he walks to the potty and says all the 'potty words' he can think of. Which if you must know: Balls, Dingle, Dingle my balls, Poopy my dingle, and hiney hole. (I'm not proud people. I just want to remember it.)
Hudson: "Mom, give me a kiss." "and another" All with an open mouth still with the kiss sound after.
sometimes... only sometimes. I find myself wishing they still looked like this:
Ummm. you should be VERY proud. Those are an awesome assortment of potty words. And he sounds just like his daddy did. Or wait. Still does. :)
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