January 25, 2008

• so we are riding in the car. It is really cold. I had just picked up the kids from Ben & Sarah's. I smell a bad smell of poo. I look in the rear view mirror and say, "Did someone poo themselves?"
  My Daughter looks at me in the mirror, smiles and says, "I farted". I say "Boy, oh boy Georgia, that is a bad smell, what did you eat today?"
  Again, she smiles and says, "I fart like my Daddy." matter-of-factly.

  Dylan's words:
  taco, dadee, pa pa (grandpa), mama, food, uhm (yes), feeeet, sawana (savanah), No, beebee (baby), grdia (Georgia), right now, eeewww, cheeeeze

  

  In other news, we were just whipping up some dinner, when I remembered I had promised Georgia some pudding for desert. So she and I quickly mixed some up and poured it into parfait cups.
  After dinner, I gave each of the kids a cup of  pistachio pudding. I went to sit with Dwayne in the Living Room to eat my serving. While Dwayne and I sat in the Living Room, we heard giggling and such coming from the kitchen.
  We looked at each other and got up to go see what was going on. Apparently Georgia, being slightly more dexterous than Dylan, had managed to splatter green pudding all over Dylan, Dylan was not able to fling pudding far enough to reach Georgia, but was having a great time trying.
  Dwayne and I stood there, giggling and I grabbed the camera. As I started snapping shots, I saw the spatula that we had mixed the pudding with and decided, what the hell? Next thing Dwayne knew he got an eye fulll of green pudding, then it was on. just an all out free for all, there was pudding flying in every direction. It was beautifully sweet chaos. It was the perfect end to a horrible week at work.

  

  
  

  

  

  

  That day Dylan learned a new word, "Food Fight", he went around all night saying it.

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