"Funnies"

I caught myself laughing several times today....

As we were walking out of Target Mae comments, "Look how pretty blue the sky is, Mommy."  I agreed, it was a nice shade of azure.  Her eyes were searching the sky.  "Where's the little man?"  she asked.  It took me a few questions and a little soul-searching to figure out that she was looking for the main character of Pixar's "Up" floating to the sky in his house hitched to balloons.

Nate brings me a new book to read and quickly backs up while he glares at the book in my hands.  Let me preface this by saying that he brings me books often throughout our day.  He'll find me in the laundry room, unloading the dishwasher or feeding the baby a bottle and insist that I stop right then and there to read to him...and I usually do.  But this was different, he didn't come to sit in my lap to hear a story.  He just handed over the book and backed off.  I looked down to see the cover of Grover's "There's a Monster at the End of the Book!".  I read it to him as he watched from a distance, not taking his eyes of that book and his face was completely without expression.  It was the first time I had read it to him, but it was as if he was scared of that book.  Come to find out Jon had read it to him earlier in the week, in a very animated fashion.  I'm thinking of "banning" Sesame Street for a while since Nate runs at the site of Grover and Snuffy and Mae is paranoid about "monsters" coming through the back door.

On our way to meet Jon for dinner Mae asks, "Mommy, are we there yet?"  I reply, "Not yet."  Then she reapeatedly asks, "Now?....Now?....Are we there, are we there, are we there??...How about now?"

"I think I'm going to wash your clothes today, Mae."  I said this morning as I was getting ready to put in the first load of laundry.  Mae replies with this short story:  "No, Mommy.  Let's do Grammie's laundry.  Grammie does laundry.  Grammie does laundry at her house, in her 'bootiful' kitchen!"

Nate is a man of few words, well maybe even only a couple of words.  As he climbs on the dining table he says, in a chanting pattern:  "Nate, No.  No, Nate. Nate, No.  No, No Nate."  I think it's a safe assumption that he realizes he's NOT supposed to be climbing on the table.