There’s a theme, a lovely theme for Sam’s best quotes of the week:

“It a big boogie; it have long arms!” and

“I have bigger boogies than Robby.” Leave it to an older brother to find competition in snot size.

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Now, I have a question for ya’ll. I was thinking about starting a book group here on my blog - “Total Mom Bookclub,” perhaps. It would be one of those things where we vote on a book, preferably one that is mom-related (I have a whole stack of possibilities - that’s what gave me the idea), we set some dates to discuss sections, then I post about the book, and we discuss it in the comments for the post on those dates. Others could also post about the book and we could link back and forth. Would anyone be interested in doing something like that? I don’t need a full blown commitment, I just want to know if anyone else might be intrigued by the idea. More details to follow.

Labels: Bodily functions, Brothers, Talking, The Big One

Pretty sure we can give credit to my husband for the little gem that Sam picked up this week:

“I NOT gonna change my mind, so DEAL wif it!” Excellent.

Although, he did tell me I was his best friend as he went to sleep last night, so I guess I can deal with it . . . sort of.

Of course, after he told me I was his best friend I snuggled up close to him and gave him big hugs and kisses, feeling all emotional and telling him he was mine too. He responded, “Mommy, move back over there.  That too close.”

Labels: Talking, The Big One

Yesterday Sam totally caught me sneaking M&Ms. I don’t know what I was thinking; I knew he was on my tail as I headed into the kitchen. But you know how it is - once you decide you want something there’s just no stopping yourself. I was tired and I have a cold and the day was dragging on. Then, all of a sudden, I remembered this tube of M&Ms I had hidden in the cookie jar from Christmas, and I made a break for it.

Sam was close on my heals as I raced around the bend to get to the cookie jar and retrieve some chocolatey goodness. I had my back to the door, but I knew he was in the kitchen with me and watching. As quietly as I could I poured myself a handful, but who am I kidding? I don’t think Sam has ever even had them before, but the kid knew it was a good sound, that satisfying tap tap tap of candy falling into a cupped hand.

He walked up to me as I tried to subtly hide them behind my back. He kept trying to peek around as I continued to turn in the same direction, obviously caught but not willing to admit it.

“I want some . . . what you got?” he said as he ran around me to see what I was hiding.

“Hmmm?” chew chew gulp “What do you mean?”

“What you got? I want that.”

And I knew I was busted, so I showed him the little circles of green and red (Christmas, remember?) and his eyes lit up.

“What that?!” and we shared some M&Ms. Actually, by the end he was saying he would NOT share with me, and it was more like both of us racing to eat them out of my hand as fast as we could before the other person could take them. I know, nice example I’m setting here. But hey, when you decide you want something there’s no stopping, right?

Labels: Mommyhood, Talking, The Big One

I didn’t have a favorite Sam quote from this week until we were going to bed last night, and then it was obvious.

“You happy, Mommy?”

“Yeah, I’m happy honey.  Are you happy?”

“Yeah, I lotta happy.  Let’s snuggle.”

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And for those of you waiting for an update on this, they’re pulling her blog off of their website, the whole thing.  So I’m a whole lotta happy.

Labels: Talking, The Big One

This week Sam said what I’ve been dreading for quite some time:  “I want a doggie.”  Oh boy.  And of course I can’t help but consider it.  I’m in trouble.

It’s all because we’ve been reading that Pretzel book about the dachshunds.  And tonight when we started reading it he said again, “I wish I had a doggie.”  To which I responded, “One day we’ll get you a dog, when you’re older.”

To which he said, “We get one at May?”  Obviously he has retained the information that his birthday is in May and at such time he will be getting things that I have been putting off.

I hope I can hold out beyond May.  Two kids, two cats and a dog?  I don’t think so.  I may need to be reminded though because I don’t think I can stand up to many more, “I love Pretzel; I wish I had a doggie”s.

Labels: Birthdays, Talking, The Big One

So, I’m thinking one easy way to get me posting more and paying a bit more attention to the PRECIOUSNESS that surrounds me every day is to start documenting some of the great things that come out of Sam’s mouth (rejected food not included). He says some great stuff, and I certainly don’t want to forget it. So welcome to my first “What Did He Say Monday?” where I will highlight a few of the best Sam quotes. This past week my favorites were:

“Hey, you have cool shoes!” This was said to a random woman in the drug store. And she did, indeed, have cool shoes.

“Mommy, you my fweet guhl.” Because I all the time tell him he is my sweet boy.

And the phrase that keeps cropping up this week is, “I never seen that before!” Which he exclaims for just about anything, even things he HAS seen before.

Least Favorite quote of the week:

“No, YOU stop it!” You probably don’t need me to explain that one.

Labels: Talking, The Big One

We have our first spontaneous phrase.  By that I mean that Sam finally put two words together without our assistance and/or prompting.  Wait, make that a sentence, for it has a noun and a verb, a subject AND a predicate, my friends.  That’s right.  “Daddy…poop.”  Music to my ears.

Labels: Talking, Toddler