More questions from Walker

Walker: What's stronger, a hurricane, a tropical storm, or a tornado?
Me: I guess a tornado's the strongest because it can destroy your house. I think a hurricane can just tear off the roof.
Walker: Then what's stronger, a hurricane or a dinosaur?
Me: Umm, a hurricane, I guess.
Walker: Well, they can both tear off your roof. What's a dinosaur faucet anyway?

Good Manners

Anderson, our little bully, who pulls hair and pushes other little kids down, has the best manners of any 20 month old I know. At least we did something right. He says "please" and "thank you" for everything and even says "your welcome" when someone thanks him. This week he started asking for a napkin at every meal. If we forget to give him one, he says, "Mommy, I messy. Kapin, please." The first time, it took me a minute to figure out what a "kapin" was, but when I did, he was delighted to wipe his hands and face. I guess his cleanliness is supposed to cancel out his rottenness!

Phone message from Walker

Daddy, it's walker.
Umm . . . Please go to Grandma's and pick up the stuff that Mom forgot.
Thank you.
At Grandma Lewis's.
Love you very much, Amen . . .
[Laughing at himself] Bye!

No Power

We had no power this morning - the only morning this week that I had to get up at 5:00 a.m., of course. Kurt packed his clothes and stuff and went to his mom's to shower, iron, have coffee, etc. I packed my stuff and all the kids' stuff, and we headed to my mom's at 6 am. When I went up to get Anderson, it was pitch black. I picked him, he stirred briefly, and laid his head back down. When we were in the kitchen, headed to the door, he lifted his head up, looked at me, and said with a surprised voice, "Oh, hello, mommy!" I'm not sure who he thought I was prior to that, but it was pretty funny to hear the cute expression in his voice.

Walker was super excited about no power. Wouldn't it be nice to be 5 again!

Everything to the power of 2

These 2 things happened to me in the same week:
The old Grand Cherokee turned over 222,222.2 miles.
I was reading the paper and eating watermelon and when I was done with the paper, I counted the rinds - 22.
Also, Emmit Smith was a good running back.

Me, after watching Anderson do the squat-grunt: Whatchya doing, Anderson?
Anderson: I poop.
That's a twosey.

Guessing Game

Ellie, while shopping with Carla: Mommy, I see Daddy's favorite movie!
Carla: What movie?
Ellie: You know, the yellow people!

See if you can guess what movie she meant.

The origin of the Tot

Anderson's our first pacifier baby. Every time I see him with it in his mouth, I grab it and say "Give me that!" just to be mean. Well, he must have thought it was called a "that" because he calls it his "tot". That's why you might hear Carla and I asking each other if we have a tot when Anderson gets tired. Hmm, how about some other Anderson words . . . He calls peanut butter "bubbo", he calls shoes "bye-byes", and he'll repeat anything Ellie tells him to say. He's also very polite. He says please, thank you, you're welcome, all the time. Lately when we give him something he's been saying "Thank you I welcome."

The other night Carla told me to hurry up because "it's getting later by the minute."