August 30, 2007

Why In A Bottle?

Just a day or two ago, Aidan came out from the bathroom or his room (I wasn't sure) with his undies a little bunched up as they sometimes are when he pulls them up himself. 

I asked him if he just went potty b/c I didn't hear the toilet flush. 

He casually says "No, I didn't" and that was that. 

A couple of hours later Mr went into Aidan's room to clean it up for bedtime and comes out holding a sports bottle we had given him from the hospital. It's got about an inch of fluid in the bottom of it and he says, "Aidan, did you pee in this bottle?" 

Aidan says, "yes, I did". 

And why not pee in a bottle, I mean, at least it wasn't on the floor.

Not Too Big!

A couple of days ago, Aidan ran up to the couch to hug me. I pulled him up on my lap to hug him more and he pulls back, looks down, pulls me close again for a hug and says "Mama, you're not too big anymore!" Awwww, what a sweet boy! ~A

August 21, 2007

Tattle Tale


This weekend we cleaned out the garage. Aidan "helped" and much to his delight, found a huge water gun that Daddy still had from his bachelor days. 

The next day they went outside in the backyard to play with it. Aidan was simply thrilled with the thought of a water gun. I stayed inside and was doing some vacuuming when I hear Aidan's distinct "tattletale voice". I turn around to see him standing behind me soaking wet and quite obviously not happy about it. 

He says to me, "Mama, Daddy sprayed me with that gun and now I'm all wet!" As I'm getting Aidan's side of the story, I hear the back door open and then, "Oh boy, don't you go tattling after what you did!". 

When he appears around the corner, I see that he is equally as wet and equally as unhappy about being so. 

It struck me as hysterically funny and my only response was, "Oh, Aidan, you already have a brother, don't you?". 

If you can believe Daddy's version of the story, Aidan kept spraying him after being told not to repeatedly. After a few shots, he took the gun and sprayed Aidan. Aidan apparently didn't like the tables being turned so he went to tell Mama. 

August 5, 2007

Saturday Morning

On Saturday morning, Aidan starts yelling for me to come let him out of his room at 7:15am. Yes, he's locked in there, so sue me - it's for his own good! I let him hollar off and on until about 7:50 and then I relented and came in there. I open the door, on his floor are all of his stuffed animals lined up in neat little rows, and he's singing to them. He stops singing, looks up at me sternly, and says in a pretty agitated tone, "I woked up dis morning, Mama. I got up. I got up a LONG time ago, Mama!" Well, pardon me for taking until almost 8am to jump to attention, Aidan! ~A

August 3, 2007

"I Won't"

On the way home from swimming last week, I was laying out the rest of the day to Aidan. "...we're gonna go home, take baths, eat lunch, take our nap, and then go shopping..." He quickly interrupts me to say, "Uh, no, Mama, I can't take a nap, I won't take a nap until baby Asher is here, I just won't!" Could be a LONG 3wks for the rest of us :) ~A