Preschoolblogger has become very interested in his butt. On the plane going to Boston this past weekend he had an accident and peed in his pants, what can you do, the TVs on Jet Blue are just that exciting. So he’s sitting in his seat in only wearing a new pair of underwear because I was a bad mommy and forgot to put extra pair of pants in the babybag. And he asks fatherblogger sitting next to him to tickle him. So fatherblogger tickles his side. No, he says very loudly: Tickle my butt. Tickle my butt. Tiiiiccckkkllleee my BUTT!

Then today, I was at the drugstore buying Bourdreaux’s Butt Paste for Babyblogger and preschoolblogger says: Butt Paste! Butt Paste? Why on Earth do we need paste for our butts?

And then after dinner we were walking to get an ice cream and because I’m a few feet ahead of him he shouts out: Hey mom I’m farting. I’m farting big farts.

The other day we all went to visit grandparentbloggers and swim in their pool. At dinner, preschoolblogge who was very happy to be eating his pasta in the buff started to twist aroudn his chair. He kept bending over, reaching really really hard to bend all the way over his groin. I asked him what he was trying to do, having some suspicion and he said, “I’m trying to bite it.”

Oh, ok, just not at the table dear.

We’re potty training pre-kblogger with M&Ms. Its touch-and-go, but the other morning after successfully using the potty I gave him a green M&M and he said, “Wait, I need to look in the mirror!”
“Why?” I asked.
“So I can see my sweet tooth.” he said.

Mondays after vacations are always hard but this morning pre-kblogger asked me if I was going to stay home and I said no I had to go to work. He looked at me and said, “Mommy, I miss you when you’re not here.”

It’s enough to make me rearrange my life.