The conversation I just had with Will

Will: Mommy, what year were you born?

Me: 1978.

Will: (Thoughtful silence) Did they have cars back then?

Me: (Shocked silence) Did you just ask me if they had cars "back then"?

Will: (Not laughing, even though I was sure he must be joking.) Yes.

Me: OF COURSE THEY HAD CARS BACK THEN!

Will: (Ponders this for a moment.) Modern cars of today, or horse-drawn wagons?

Me: (Trying not to let the expanding pressure in my head cause a full cerebral explosion.) Modern...cars...of today... (teeth clenched.)

Will: Huh. Well, okay.

Me: (muffled crying noises.)

When a toddler chooses her own clothes

Personally, I think she's got some style. Anyway, she was insistent about wearing that little yellow dress, and since it was a cool day here in Louisiana, we had to mod it a bit.

Regardless, Little Lady is definitely coming into her own. She has a lot of attitude, and pair that with an ever-increasing vocabularly, and there's been some major sassiness sprouting around here. (I mean, how could you NOT be sassy in that outfit?)

Please, do enjoy the tantrum photo (#3). She doesn't tantrum much, and this was a choice photographic moment. Tantrum in Pigtails, I call it.

Thanksgiving

We had a lovely Thanksgiving holiday. Ben's parents came down bearing bedding...no, seriously, they brought us a scrumptiously somnulent memory foam king bed that is so cuddly and comfy. It was nice for me and Ben to get some "time off" -- we even went to see the new Bond flick, which was actually pretty good! And we made more progress on the bathroom, thanks to Ben and his dad's hard work (pics later). Anyway, here's a little sampling of our weekend. It was nice, and now we can't wait to hit Dallas later this week...and then to Kentucky for Christmas later in December. Yay!

Two pipe cleaners and a MICROPHONE

Okay, this was the laugh of the day at our house. Background to this: At his school, Will's language arts teacher uses a little "helper" called "Mr. Googly-eyes." Mr. Googly-eyes is a tricky little fellow who will jump around while they're reading words and randomly stop and they have to stop...anyway, you get the idea. He's a stick with googly eyes that the teacher uses as a pointer.

Well, we've been doing our fair share of home reno's lately, and when you go to Lowe's and get paint, they give you a stirrer. So Will has taken one of them and decided he wanted to make his OWN Mr. Googly-eyes. So last night, we sat down together with some art supplies to create Mr. Googly-eyes long-lost brother. As Will discovered what all we had craft-wise, Mr. Googly-eyes became Mr. Googly-eyes goes to Bourbon Street -- he's a little wild and crazy looking. So we're laughing about that, and Will's like, okay, we're done gluing, so now I have a few things I want to draw. SO he went with a mouth (which he "x"'d out and redid a couple of times until he was happy with it...) and even some toes, okay, cute. Then...he begins drawing at Mr. G's waist. And it's...somewhat...cylindricle...with a circle on top...WILL! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DRAWING ON MR. GOOGLY-EYES????

"It's his microphone, Mommy. He has it clipped onto his belt."

Okay...so I'm trying really hard not to roll in the floor laughing. So I call Ben over to see Mr. G's microphone-belt. This did not help the laughing situation. He was trying to hide behind the door, doubled-over, laughing.

So meet ***Porn Star Microphone Mr. Googly-Eyes*** hehehe

Seriously. It's just clipped to his belt. Can't you tell?

I love the innocence of children. It can teach us, it can move us, but it can also make us have semi-asthmatic moments of attempted laughter suppression. Like this one.