July Facebook Posts

July 3
Gavin (talking to Vivi about the toy car she is playing with): "The engine is dead, Vivi!"

Vivi: "No! It not!"
Gavin: "Yes! The engine is dead! You have to lift the hood and look inside!"
Vivi: "No! Leave me alone!"
Gavin: "It dead, Viv! Look inside now or your car will be stuck on the road FOREVER!"


July 8

Vivi: "Mommy! He keeps looking at me!"
Me: "It's ok, Viv. He can look at you."
Vivi: "No! I don't want to see his face! It yuck!" (then to Gavin) "STOP looking at me!!!"
Me: "Gavin, just stop looking at her."


Is this really starting already?

July 12
Just spilled a rather full cup of iced coffee on Paxton's head... while he was asleep... FML.


Damn, I can't believe I lost all that coffee.

July 12

Pax fell asleep on the couch in his boppy. I left the room for all of 30 seconds and Pax started screaming. When I ran back in, I found Pax with a cold, wet baby wipe covering his face and a certain toddler hiding under a pillow.

Can you guess which toddler was the culprit? Yes, I'm sure you're right.


July 13

Something about Gavin that surprises a lot of people (because he's so "active" and "spirited") is that he is mildly obsessed with puzzles. He's willing to sit still (gasp!) for a long time (upwards of 30 minutes!) to do them and he's actually really good at them. 

He got a new puzzle last night and has completed it without any help from anyone several dozen times so far.NOT surprisingly (the kid loves attention), he has requested that we cheer him on this morning while he works on his puzzle.Gavin (to me): "Say 'Go, Gavin, Go' to me. I so good at this. I can do it. Look at me go! Say 'Go, Gavin, Go' Mama!"


I don't think we're going to have many self-esteem issues with this one.

July 13

Any tips for getting a cute little girl to stop hitting her brother when he clearly deserves it? Seriously, how do I tell her not to hit when I was thinking about bopping him myself?

Ah, the tribulations of parenting.

July 13

Viv was running this morning and ran her side into the corner of the coffee table, injuring herself pretty badly. When she was done screaming, we had this conversation:


Me: "Aww, Viv. That must of hurt."
Viv: "Yeah, I hurt my tummy. I need a TUMS."


That's good logic when you really think about it.

July 14

Me: "We're going to get ice cream for my birthday!"

Vivian: "No, we getting ice cream for my mouth."

July 15

Two seconds after Vivian got dressed this morning (in overalls), Gavin said to her, "Hello Farmer Vivian. You got cows on your farm?"

Vivian: "I not a farmer! I a Vivian!"

July 22
Me: "Who's hand do you want to hold in the store?"

Vivi: "I hold GG's hand."
Me: "Okay. Gavin, who's hand do you want to hold? GG, Max, Daddy, or Mommy?"
Gavin: "I hold Vivian hand."
Vivian: (to Gavin) "Okay. But you gonna listen to me, right?"


July 22

G: "BUZZY BEE! BUZZY BEE! MOMMY! HELP!"

V: "Gavin, it just a wittle buzzy bee. If you nice, you can pet him."


July 23

Me: "You know, Pax is going to be big like you one day."

Gav: "No! I want Pax to stay wittle. He so cute when he wittle. I want Pax to stay wittle forever."

July 24

Some mothers really enjoy spending time using Play-Doh with their children. Unfortunately for Gavin, Vivian, and Paxton, I am NOT one of those mothers.

July 25

After about 20 minutes of me walking around the house trying to find out where an awful smell was coming from, my lovely son, Gavin, points out that I have a massive amount of baby puke down the back of my shirt. Apparently, it was ME stinking up the house!

July 25

I've called Paxton my little "Nugget" since he was a few days old. When I called him "Nugget" today, Gavin said, "Mom, he not chicken. He my brudder. You can't eat him."

I'm glad Gavin realizes that his little brother is inedible.