Crazy Talk

The more mobile Henry becomes, the more crazy things I say throughout the day.  Today has been a loooong day.  We're trapped in the house and the weather is absolutely awful outside.  Have I mentioned how much I hate January?

The following sentences have come out of my mouth at least once today:

-"Please get your mouth off the trash can."

-"I'm sorry, how did you get on to the couch?"
     *The answer-he climbed.  My 10 month old pushed one of his ride-no toys up to the couch, stood on top of the seat, and climbed on to the couch to get a feather that had been in the Christmas tree.  While I commend his problem solving skills, I am not thrilled about this.  At.  All.

-"No sir, the toilet is not a drum!"

-"Pet the kitty nicely.  No, don't hit, pet her nicely.  No, don't pull her fur, pet her nicely.  NO!  Do not climb on top of the kitty and bite her!!  We pet her nicely!"

-"Get back here so I can get a diaper on that naked tush!"

-"I'm sorry, if your paci falls on the bathroom floor, you may not have it back."

-"Listen Bear, momma can play 'Lean on Me' on your snail!"

This musical snail that has 'piano' buttons.

-"Son, those are kitty treats, not snacks for you."

 Don't worry, he didn't eat any. 

He was very excited to find the bag and was using his teeth to try to open it.

-"Nope, the DSL modem is not a toy."

-"Do not eat my coupons!"

And then there's this:

I went to get something out of the drawer in our bathroom, and found my glasses like this.  The sad part is, I hadn't even realized that I wasn't wearing them, and I had been up for 5 hours.  

It has been that kind of a day! ha!

Jennifer