Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Tape is for BOXES....

The other day Taylor and I were downstairs, probably watching Jersey Shore.  Timmy was working my last nerve so I told him to go color a picture upstairs for Dad.  Off he went to scribble on paper and glue shit together. 

After about 10 minutes, I could hear him pulling a piece of tape off the roll of packing tape that I use for Dave's boxes.  "TIMMMMMMY!  LEAVE THE TAPE ALONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"  "Ok mom" 

Now, most moms would go upstairs to check out what was being taped, but not me.  I knew that there was about 80 bazillion packs of construction paper and some APO/FPO boxes on the table so he *had to be taping, or trying to tape, one of those things.  Yeah, not so much.  He was taping this...

Yes, that is an egg.  He cracked it into the sink and tried to tape the shell back together.  Sigh...what could I do?  I laughed and told him not to play with eggs anymore lol.

Here is what he made with glue and scissors and tape and markers and crayons...

I drew the stars for something else and he used my leftovers.  Its a work of art I tell you!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Gas We Pass

Tonight, Taylor and I decided to get Scream 4 from the Redbox and have a movie night. 

Timmy asked to watch and I said ok.  Now, hindsight being what it is and all, this was a terrible idea.  It started out fine enough.  He laughed when he was supposed to laugh and flinched when he needed to flinch.  About 30 minutes into the movie, he had his hand over his eyes.  I kept asking him if he was scared, he kept saying no.  I finally asked if he was just a little scared and he said yes.  He then refused to watch Spongebob upstairs alone lol.  Yeah, pretty sure, Scream was a bad idea. 

So anyhow, I got him to agree to go in my room to watch cartoons, we found Dora on TV and I tucked him into Dave's side of the bed.  He was getting all nice and comfy and he farted.  He looked at me, and I looked at him and said "Did you just fart?" and he was so proud of himself "Yupppp", and he farted again.  "Timmy!! Don't fart in my bed!!" 
  He looks at me, plain as day, and says "It doesn't matter, Dad isn't home.  He will never know". 

Sorry kiddo, I just ratted you out.  =) I swear, this kid, I don't know what to do with him lol.

From Laura

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