was throwing stuff at his own face.
Like bouncing off his noggin, thumping his cute nose.
Like flinching and picking it up to throw at himself again.
And while I might tolerate a certain amount of “I have no clue why he is doing that” boy stuff…
I finally interrupted his self-flogging-with-a-full-water-bottle exercise.
Honey, why are you doing that? Stop please.
Butter, why are you doing that? You’ll hurt yourself!
But Momma… look! My glasses are SAVING ME!
Holy cow kid.
$395 on a pair of indestructible glasses so you can pelt them with random objects… while they are on your head.
I’m scared to ask the kindergarten teacher why little Noah wasn’t wearing his glasses yesterday… please tell me this isn’t the newest fad in eyewear destruction?
And in other randomness… my kid still gets upset every time the farrier comes to trim Kona. Because he still somehow believes that she is the TOOTH FARRIER and he feels gypped that he hasn’t lost a tooth yet.
And in non-Itty-Bit news… I cannot get this song out of my head.
I have the enviable
curse talent of making up new lyrics to songs. Or applying them in really juvenile ways. I’ll spare you some of our famous family songs that contain references to bodily functions, but this particular song doesn’t even need any lyrics work… just a topic shift.
See… my one concession to pregnancy cravings was a warm gooey brownie with all natural vanilla ice cream.
And as I passed up a brownie at a Christmas party this week… I could not stop this song from running through my head. Think of it in terms of that brownie with real milk chocolate Ghiradelli chunks. It’ll make a lot more sense.
What are you craving?