Turkey Day Eve...

I am so not hosting it this year. I did it last year along with Christmas. After those two experiences, I am hoping that I can get out of this until at least my kids have kids. I get to sit back, relax and enjoy the food. I'm good with that.

I can dwive...

Boog has been killing me lately with his dialect. Killing me as in...this kid is funny. I think he got it from me. I picked the boys up after work from my dad's house. Boog ran to the car and opened my door. (eventually one day he is going to pinch his fingers...I can see it already.) Here is the conversation that happened.

Boog: Me dwive mommy.
Me: You can't drive get in the back.
Boog: Me dwive mommy.
Me: You can't drive, you don't have a license.
Boog: Uh huh. Me have wicense. Me dwive.
Me: No you don't, get in the back.
Boog: Uh huh. Me have wicense to dwive. Me dwive now!
Me: Did you go and take a test to get your license?
Boog: Uh huh. Me took da test for mah wicense. Me dwive!

This went on until I struggled to strap him into his carseat. He still continued almost the whole way home about how he has a wicense to dwive.

Him no dwive...per mommy.

Boog's words of wisdom for the day.

Boog: Mommy...mow it outside. Get the gwass. Get the yawn mowa and mow da gwass. Daddy said. TyTy said.

So, you must mow the grass today.

It's official

This will be the mom blog. This one will mostly be about the kids and their crazy antics. If you want to see a more explicit side of me you can find me at, http://thatgirluknow.tumblr.com/ Don't worry some stuff isn't too bad but if I want to rant and tell the world to eff off...I go there to do it. I'll still be whitty and funny here but in a mom way. I'll keep it clean here. : )

Conversing with a two and a half year old.

Boog: Yer a nawtee boy
Me: Your a naughty boy
Boog: Yer a bah boy
Me: Your a bad boy
Boog: nuh huh
Me: uh huh
Boog: (patting my head) Good job Mommy.