Weenie Dance. Last night I got the bath ready for the boys and told YS to get in the tub as I picked up his clothes off the floor and took them to the laundry hamper. I came back into the bathroom to find YS standing-up in the bathtub, his arms stretched up over his head, his head down so his chin was on his chest, and he was dancing sort of like a belly-dancer wiggling his hips back and forth and singing, "Weenie, Weenie, Wee-NIE! Weenie, Weenie, Wee-NIE! Weenie, Weenie, Wee-NIE!" as he watched his private parts wagging back and forth. I just about died laughing. Maybe you just had to be there to see the humor in it. I wish I could post a video of it to YouTube, but I'd get arrested for posting nude images of my 4-year old.
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President's Day. Rewind back to Monday night at dinner. We started talking about why it was a holiday. LW and I talked with the boys (6-year old ES in particular) about how it was President's Day in honor of the birthdays of two our most famous presidents. I asked ES if he knew which two presidents. He thought about it for a moment, and said, "George Washington?" I said, "Yes, very good [ES]. Do you know who the other president is?" He thought for another minute and said, "George Lucas?" LW and I busted up laughing and told him George Lucas wasn't a president. ES said, "Yes he is! He's the president of Star Wars!"
I told LW at the table that night, this is the first time the expression has come to my mind, "I am SO blogging that!"
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Sleeping In. Going back to my previous complaint about the boys getting up at the butt-crack of dawn on weekends, I was actually pretty successful on this front over the holiday weekend. Luckily, ES can tell time. I told him he wasn't allowed to come out of his room until after 7 o'clock or he would lose video games for the rest of the day. They actually stayed in their room until 7 each morning! It was like clockwork though. They must have been sitting there staring intently at the clock waiting for it to strike 7, because their door came open and they marched downstairs to the computer at precisely 7 a.m.
Now, I know LW is chomping at the bit to post a comment as she reads this, so let me just give a shout-out to LW and say THANK YOU, sweetie for allowing me to sleep in all three mornings. (I was still sick and taking cold medicine and dead to the world each morning).
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Random Photo du jour. Lastly, my screen saver just popped this picture up and it made me smile. I thought I'd post it here for your enjoyment.
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Weenie Dance? Hmmm...that's one to save and pull out when he's 16 and brings a girlfriend over to meet the 'rents :)
I still want to know where he learned the word Weenie as we certainly don't use it in this house. We went with proper name identification here. :-)
Sagey, I was wondering the same thing myself! How late did you let Blunoz sleep? You are too kind. How long did this cold last?
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