Friday, December 3, 2010

Mad Libs

making out their Christmas wish list with Daddy
No.  It seems that Drew's favorite word is No.  He doesn't say it in a defiant, mean sort of way.  It's more like a sweet, "look at me I'm cute and no really, I'm not done eating" sort of way.  And it's funny.  If he doesn't understand the question, he will automatically say no. 

Drew, do you want a million dollars? 
Do you want to go to Disney World?
Do you like Daddy better than Mommy?
Nooooo.  (Well, I think he might understand that one)
Drew, do you want your milk

Nashville Zoo, 10/10
Excuse me.  How many 20 month olds do you know with manners?  Whenever he burps, toots, sneezes or coughs, he says "mew me".  And you can't get away with anything when he's around.  If you just so much as burp under your breath, he may not even look up from what he is doing, but he will calmly excuse your behavior.

Interpreter. It's so funny how Grant understands Drew.  I can remember when Grant was this age.  I would proudly interpret his gibberish. I spent more time with him than anybody else so I naturally could understand him better.  Now, Grant will interpret Drew's gibberish, gestures or cries.  And 9 times out of 10 he is right.  The funniest thing is when Grant uses his pretend voice to tell us what Drew is trying to say and it's even funnier when he explains what he his thinking.

my interpreter
Cupcakes.  He can spot 'tuptakes' from a mile away.  Often times, I am busy making cupcakes while he is napping, and by the time he wakes up, I usually haven't had time to hide the evidence.  So needless to say, he is very familiar with the term and he has them for snack more times than I care to admit.

licking the spatula
I did it.  He has figured out how to climb up on the couch in the bonus room.  With the help of a hot wheels storage box, he climbs up on the couch like a big boy and says "ah did it!"

Thanksgiving.  Just a recap.  Thanksgiving was completely uneventful.  Just the way I like it.  Everything to be thankful for.  Period.