Hello friends and family,
For some time now, I've been meaning to start writing down my favorite Elliotisms and funny happenings, because I know my memory won't be the same forever. As the kids seem to have become exponentially more hilarious these last few weeks, it's time to start keeping track of this stuff. I will probably do some backdated entries for a bit as I catch up with recent funnies, but please check in from time to time and see what he kidlets are up to!
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Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Streaking
I wish I had taken a picture of this one...
This afternoon I left Elliot out back for awhile to socialize with the fence boys. He came in and asked me to get out our sprinkler, because that's what they were doing in their backyard. Unfortunately, the hose out back is broken at the moment, so I had to decline his request. He went back outside -- and it was too quiet for a very long time.
I finally looked out back to check on him, and found him standing on top of his playhouse, completely nekkid, as the neighbor boys sprayed him with their hose over the fence.
"But mommy, " he protests, "I'm taking a shower!"
This afternoon I left Elliot out back for awhile to socialize with the fence boys. He came in and asked me to get out our sprinkler, because that's what they were doing in their backyard. Unfortunately, the hose out back is broken at the moment, so I had to decline his request. He went back outside -- and it was too quiet for a very long time.
I finally looked out back to check on him, and found him standing on top of his playhouse, completely nekkid, as the neighbor boys sprayed him with their hose over the fence.
"But mommy, " he protests, "I'm taking a shower!"
Friday, March 21, 2008
Spare a Square
Today I was, ahem, in the bathroom. Audrey wanders in, bats at the toilet paper a bit -- and then grabs the whole roll and runs off. Punk!!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Episode 3
I regret to post another occurrance in the potty saga...For Elliot's birthday, I got him this little play grill off of eBay. It lights up and makes sizzling sounds when you open it, way cool. He immediately stole all the hot dog and hamburger buns in the pantry and took them outside so he could make food.
Later that night, I asked him if he had fun grilling and he informs me he "peed on the grill." Excuse me? I thought we'd already had this discussion. This time it's not as funny since I don't appreciate him treating his toys that way, especially a new gift.
Once again, I make a trip outside. I slowly pick up the grill so that I can bring it to the porch to clean it, and see no signs of moisture. However, stuffed in the little storage tray underneath, is the empty hot dog bun bag... now full of urine. Sigh.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Roughin' It
This is the incident that finally inspired me to get the blog going. I think we have told everyone we know about this little doozy already, but it must be preserved (especially for blackmail material later on).
Elliot spends a good part of his day in the backyard lately, talking with his fence buddies Arie and Grady. He has a little "campsite" set up in the corner under the trees, complete with tent and lawn chairs.
A couple times in a few days, Elliot makes passing comments about going potty outside. Okay, I think, no big deal. He's peed outside before in a couple emergencies; he's just pretending to really be camping. Then one morning, I hear him come in the kitchen, and I find him sitting on the floor struggling to pull up his jeans. I decide to go out and investigate.
I cautiously approach his campsite, and there on the ground, surrounding a tree stump, is a collection of LOGS. Not the kind made out of wood. And most appeared to have been there for awhile.
I came in the house, lectured Elliot as well as I could without bursting out laughing, then ran to the computer and anxiously IM'd Brad. It took me a good half hour to stop giggling spontaneously. "So if you're in the backyard, and you're confused as to why it looks like a dog has been here," I warned him, "Don't worry. It was just your son."
Episode 2:
Later that same afternoon, I go out back to play with Elliot as Audrey finishes her nap. He's loading his vast collection of handbags into the wagon, when I hear him mutter something about "I have to close the door so that it doesn't get stinky." In one horrifying flash I put two and two together, and open the storage compartment on the wagon to find, that's right, more logs among the old leaves trapped inside. This time I skip the lecture and go straight to IM Brad again, laughing until I cry.
For a good week, we wonder how many neighbors looked out their back window to see our boy with his pants down, dropping a load in his wagon.
Elliot spends a good part of his day in the backyard lately, talking with his fence buddies Arie and Grady. He has a little "campsite" set up in the corner under the trees, complete with tent and lawn chairs.
A couple times in a few days, Elliot makes passing comments about going potty outside. Okay, I think, no big deal. He's peed outside before in a couple emergencies; he's just pretending to really be camping. Then one morning, I hear him come in the kitchen, and I find him sitting on the floor struggling to pull up his jeans. I decide to go out and investigate.
I cautiously approach his campsite, and there on the ground, surrounding a tree stump, is a collection of LOGS. Not the kind made out of wood. And most appeared to have been there for awhile.
I came in the house, lectured Elliot as well as I could without bursting out laughing, then ran to the computer and anxiously IM'd Brad. It took me a good half hour to stop giggling spontaneously. "So if you're in the backyard, and you're confused as to why it looks like a dog has been here," I warned him, "Don't worry. It was just your son."
Episode 2:Later that same afternoon, I go out back to play with Elliot as Audrey finishes her nap. He's loading his vast collection of handbags into the wagon, when I hear him mutter something about "I have to close the door so that it doesn't get stinky." In one horrifying flash I put two and two together, and open the storage compartment on the wagon to find, that's right, more logs among the old leaves trapped inside. This time I skip the lecture and go straight to IM Brad again, laughing until I cry.
For a good week, we wonder how many neighbors looked out their back window to see our boy with his pants down, dropping a load in his wagon.
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