My boy Andy is getting so big. He is really hitting that almost three year old maturity lately. Talking in full sentences and making up stories. These are two of my favorite Andy man antics of late:
Mommy: Andy it is time to go... Now!... 1...2... (Andy comes running. We begin going up the stairs and Andy counts them)
Andy: 1...2...3...5...6...7...8...9...10...15...16....17...18
Mommy: Andy what comes after 3?
Andy (while shaking his bootie and slapping himself on bum): Spank...MY...bottom!
Andy is potty trained and has been for nearly a year. He very rarely wets the bet (twice maybe) and sleeps in underwear. However about once every two or three weeks he wakes up goes into the bathroom and pees his pants directly in front of the toilet. Like he is not awake enough to think to pull down his pants. This happened the other morning and I started in on the lecture
Mommy: Andy you have to pull down your jammies and put your pee pee in the potty.
Andy: It wasn't me Mama! My Peenie did it. Wasn't ME it was my peenie!
Later that day while eating a pop tart he got what looked like spit up on his shirt sleeve.
Mommy: What happened to your shirt Andy?
Andy: It wasn't me Mama. It was my mouf!
Apparently he is having some out of body experiences of some kind. At dinner last night Evan wanted more chicken and I said I didn't have anymore.
Andy: We have to go the grocery store. Mama! Mama! We have to go the grocery store. Mama Mama!!! We have to go the grocery store get more chickens!!!
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