I guess since I live with 3 boys, it's not all that surprising that an entry about farts follows one about penises...

I was out getting my hair cut/colored tonight, so Jeff was home with the boys. He told me the following story, and we laughed so hard about it, I just had to write it down.

Apparently (and I know you will find this is hard to believe), Jeff farted.
Adam: "Did you toot?"
Jeff: "Noooo...I think there is a duck in the room. Didn't you hear that duck quack?"
Adam: "No, there's no duck in here!" (thinking he's onto the joke, but half-looking around for said duck)
Jeff: "Do you see a duck?"
Adam: "No. Maybe there is duck in your butt!!"

Jeff obviously laughed out loud at this one, and then Adam thought it was funny to say "duck butt" over and over, and well, that's where the story ends...

Boys!

Happy Birthday, Miles!

How is it possible that an entire year has gone by? It truly seems like just yesterday we were welcoming you into the world.

When you were born, everyone thought you looked just like your brother - including me. Throughout the year, you've made it clear that while you may look a bit like Adam, your personality sets you two apart. You're feisty and determined - you go after what you want. You're a love bug - cuddly and sweet. Adam never wanted anything to do with sitting still, but you will sit on my lap and just be. I love being able to sit with you, smelling your hair and soaking up all of your baby goodness. You're very relaxed - not much sets you off, and you're a true joy to be around.

A year ago, as your due date got closer, I remember being worried and anxious. How would you fit into the family? Would Adam resent not getting all of the attention? Would I be able to love two children equally? On your birth day, all my fears were put to rest. How silly I was! The minute I saw your face, I was in love - a love that only a mother knows. You may be my second born, but you are never second in my heart.

Speaking of love, I love your deep blue eyes. I love that when you nurse, one hand holds mine, while the other covers your eyes. I love it that when you're tired, you suck on your two fingers and rub your ear. I love tickling your feet and hearing you giggle. I love how your eyes light up when you see your brother come into the room. I love how you have made our family brighter, better, more blessed. You are amazing.

So Miles, aka "smiley Miley," "Mr. Miles," and "little brother," I love you. We love you.

Happy Birthday, precious boy.

Penises are for boys.

Adam continues to be perplexed that girls do not have penises. We had this conversation again the other day, so I figured I needed to write it down for the ages.

Adam: Are you going pee pee Mommy?
Me: Yep.
Adam: Oh. Did your penis break off?

(Note: this is a change from the "did it hurt when your penis broke off?" question - which, was hard to answer with a straight face!).

Me: Nope. Remember, only boys have penises. Girls do not.
Adam: Do you go pee pee out of your butt?
Me: Sort of. God didn't give girls penises, only boys.
Adam: Don't worry, Mommy. We'll get you one sometime.

Bwahahaha! Get a load of that! I about died of laughter...the way his little mind works is so fantastic! And hilarious. And sometimes, too curious...ha.

Overheard...

The other night at dinner, I was pouring Adam some milk and I said: "Did you know that milk comes from cows?" To which he replied matter-of-factly: "No, milk comes from mommy's boobies."

The dentist really isn't so bad...or is it?

In effort to get Adam prepared for his first trip to the dentist, I'd been telling him about what to expect, and spending even more time on teeth brushing in general, so he would get comfy with someone examining his mouth.

All of this preparation went out the window today, however, when we walked into the office and heard a child's screams coming from back in the exam area. Shortly after we checked in, the office staff was kind enough to close off the doors in effort to muffle the sound of this poor child clearly being tortured in the dentist chair. I did my best to keep Adam focused on the toys in the waiting room, and did a pretty good job.

Our appointment time was delayed a bit, due to the aforementioned patient being held hostage in his exam chair (who I later learned was just 5 years old and already in need of 3 tooth extractions). The staff was hoping that he would be finished sooner (obviously), but when it became apparent that that wasn't the case, they no doubt said a few silent prayers and called Adam back.

Now, it isn't unusual for him to be anxious in situations like these. He gets worked up going to the pediatrician's office, and when I took him to my OB appointments when pregnant with Miles, he would cry each and every time. I wasn't surprised when the waterworks started as soon as he started walking down the hall, as if being led to the inquisition. I "helped" him with the X-rays, and then had to hold his hands in his lap while the dentist (who, to her credit, was extremely kind and patient with him) "counted" his teeth.

It was over very quickly, but I can't blame Adam for being apprehensive throughout the procedures, especially given the unusually-tense circumstances. I have a feeling that the visit would have been less traumatic had this other patient not been a part of the picture. The staff apologized over and over, and really, it was just dumb luck that he was there when we were.

Thankfully, his teeth are healthy and no cavities - that's the best part! She did say that he had experienced some "trauma" in his top two front teeth (probably from a fall as a baby or something), resulting in the root not forming properly. If anything, these teeth will fall out sooner rather than later, and not with the help of adult teeth pushing them out. Not a big deal, unless you consider he may have a toothless grin for upwards of a year. Can you imagine?

Clapping and Crawling...

Look out - my baby is on the move!

Woooboy. Things are going to get a log crazier around here, as he started crawling this week (10 months!). Of course, his motivation is to crawl towards the very things that he shouldn't have. The DVD player. An interesting toy of Adam's. Paper. Nonetheless, his determination sure does get him around the room - even if his crawl is a bit unconventional at this point (he tends to crawl for a bit, then "hop" forward with both knees, before finally lunging at his target). It's so awesome to see him fixated on something and moving his little body toward it.

And he can clap! So cute. He'll clap if you ask him to, or if you just simply say "yayyyyyy!" Of course, he knows he's Mr. Big Stuff when he does this, so he's usually smiling or scrunching up his nose and making his silly face.

Time for bed. My little crawler will no doubt be up at the crack of 6am, ready for new adventures. What will he get into tomorrow?

Overheard...

"Mommy, you're the best and you're pretty."

Seriously? Melt my heart, yo.

Lately I've been a bit down because I haven't left the house in days due to what seems to be a perpetual cycle of eating/cleaning up/naps. I've been wishing that this house was bigger (or at least had a secret area where I could go to and get some peace and quiet - other than the bathroom, that is!), and more often than not, I'm still in my pajama pants at dinnertime. Not to mention it's the dead of winter and colder than cold outside.

But then Adam pulls out this gem. Not sure where he got it from, but I'll take it. Cutie patootie.