Hymn #?

This past week at church, James and I were out in the foyer and James found a hymn book. He was flipping through it for awhile and then looked up at me and asked, “Mom, which one is Eye of the Tiger?”

Dirty Stuff

James went to get ready for bed a few days ago and came out looking like he had soot on his face, as if he had been playing in the fireplace or something. So, I asked him, "James? What's all over your face?" To which he replied very matter of factly, "Dirty stuff."

FINALLY!!!!

James is officially potty trained! I know! I can hardly believe it myself! I don't think I can use enough exclamation points to express my absolute overjoyed state of being right now!!!!!!

Anyway, it's been a whole week in underwear at school and everything, with multiple number two trips a day, all on his own. Phew. It started last week when he asked one of his preschool teachers for some regular underwear (he was having a bit of trouble getting the pull-up back on after peeing). So, his teacher gave him some "loaner" Star Wars underwear. When he got home, I told him we needed to wash them and return them the next day. James: "No, they give it to me." I had to explain that when someone gives you something to borrow, it includes giving it back when you're done with it. He wasn't too happy with the situation. So, we struck a bargain. I told him I would buy him his own Star Wars underwear if he pooped on the potty. And he did it. He did it Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night, Monday night, Tuesday night, twice Wednesday afternoon and twice that night, and too many times to count on Thursday, including twice at school. (What do you get for the preschool teacher that has wiped your kid's butt? A gift card just doesn't seem good enough.)

This is what James has to say about it: "I'n a pooping 'achine!" A pooping machine indeed.

Eye of the Tiger

James just requested (and I obliged) "Eye of the Tiger" for his bedtime song. Thank you Rock Band.

I Love My Dad

Mike was gone on business for a few days this week. James missed him. He found a pair of Mike's sunglasses and put them on along with his own Mariners hat and came to tell me, "Wook, Mom! I'n Dad!"

Then, later that day, James talked to Mike on the phone. After handing the phone off to Genevieve, he told Genevieve's friend, "I was talkin' to my Dad. I LOVE my Dad!"

Cooking Mama

Upon building up his confidence playing “Cooking Mama” on the wii, James attempted to make his own scrambled eggs this week. Lucky for me, Gramma Lisa caught him just before he started cracking the eggs. He said, “I know how ta do it.” So, we had to have a little chat about virtual cooking vs. actual cooking. He’s going to stick with the wii from now on and let me be the cooking mama of the actual kitchen.

Lick-lish

A couple of weeks ago, I went to pick up James from his class at church.
Me: "How was class James?"
James: "We had lick-lish!"
(James loves red vines and was understandably excited.)
Me: "You did?"
James: "Yeah! I was rev'rent for my lick-lish! Gabe wasn't rev'rent for his lick-lish. The teacher just cut it a lot of times and eat it."
The teacher had red vine ropes for each child and if they were misbehaving she would cut a piece off and eat it. At the end of class, each child got what was left of their red vine rope.

The next week when I went to get James, he came out with his head hanging low and said, "I wasn't rev'rent for my lick-lish. She cut it one time and eat it."