Boo: "Mom, did you know back in the '90's castles and dragons and knights were really alive!?"

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Boo: "Mom, when you get baptized all your senses get washed away."
Me: "Oh really? I think you mean sins, right?"
Boo: "No Mom, SENSES. My primary teacher TOLD me."

Special Indeed.

Boo to Bug: "You are my special present."
Boo: "Mom, he is such a special present to me. I never thought I'd get such a special present as a baby!"
Looking back at Bug, speaking in a babyish tone: "You're just my special little baby present."

"What WILL we eat in Heaven?"

While eating lunch yesterday with Boo...

Boo: "Mom, what will we eat in Heaven?"
Me: "I'm not sure. That's a good question."
Boo: "Hmmm... Maybe chicken."
Me: "That sounds like a good guess."
Boo: "Yeah- I think only God and Jesus know. Right, Mom?"
Me: "I think so."
Boo: "Mom! I need to go say a prayer!"
(Kneeling together by the couch:)
Boo: "Dear God and Jesus, what will we eat in Heaven? I love you God and Jesus. I love this world, better than the whole wide world!
Amen."

Grandpa and Boo converse (Grandpa's account)

Boo: "What happened, Grandpa?" While pointing at a scab on his arm.
Grandpa: "That's a spider bite."
Boo: "Ouch. My mom can fix it, she's a doctor."
Grandpa: "She is?"
Boo: "Well, no. But she's kind of like a doctor. She's amazing!"
Grandpa: "Well, I'll have to let her take a look then."
Boo: "Yeah, she always makes me feel better."

Those are the reasons I wake up in the morning. :)

Boo's bedtime prayer...

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for my baby. I love it and I miss it.
I promise to make him happy and keep him warm.

Amen.

Our conversation on the way home from getting ice cream just now...

Boo: "Whoever talks first loses!"

The Hubs and me: stunned it was his idea and quite pleased, "Deal!"

Boo: Quiet for a surprising amount of time and for a moment I can hear my own thoughts.

Boo: Breaks the silence with giggles.

The third time around Boo: "Ready? Go!...I'm not gonna talk this time, Mom. I'm gonna win."

Me: I look at him curiously with a smirk and reading my expression Boo said, "Mom! I'm really not gonna talk, Mom!"


Several minutes later ...

Boo: "You guys want to hear a joke?"

The Hubs: "I'd love to hear a joke."

Boo: "There was a monster and a human bush. Hahaha! - Was that a joke, Daddy?"

The Hubs, laughing, "I'm not real sure, but it was funny."

Boo: "You tell a joke, Daddy."

The Hubs, following Boo's lead said something random.

Boo: "That wasn't a joke, Dad."

The Hubs. "Oh."


We're a highly intellectual family who has deep, meaningful conversations. I hope this didn't go over anyone's head.

Boo's bedtime prayer...

"Dear Heavenly Father,

Please bless I can have my baby. I want it so bad. I don't know why it's taking so long. I really, really don't. I just want it soon please.

Amen."

Amen.

Boo: "Mom, remember that one time when we went to Disneyland?"
Me: "Yeah, it was so fun!"
Boo, speaking as fast as humanly possible: "And we had so much fun and then monsters came and chased us and we went on all the rides and some of them were scary and the monsters were bad guys because they hit people and then Buzz came and and he can fly and is the coolest toy EVER and Buzz saved the day. Amen."
Me: "Did you just say "amen?"
Boo: "Yeah, sometimes my primary teacher says that after she tells stories."
Me: "That's true."
Boo: "Mom, that was just a pretend story."

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Boo: "Mom, I want a brudder and a shisher."
Me: "I would love for you to have a brother and a sister. You'd make such a good big brother!"
Boo: "We can name him Buzz!"
Me: "That's a good idea, we'll think about it."
Boo: "And we can name her Bullseye!"
Me: "Mmkay, what do you think about Halle or Cameron or Savannah?"
Boo: "No, I like Buzz and Bullseye."

Let's just say headache

It appears Boo thinks everything that hurts on his body from his waist up is classified as a "headache." I'm not really sure why, but it's definitely curious. Our conversation yesterday while driving:

Boo: "Mommy, I have a headache."
Me: "Really? Show me where it hurts."
Boo began rubbing his stomach.
Me: "That is your tummy. Do you have a tummy ache?"
Boo: "No, I have a headache."
Me: "When your tummy hurts it's called a tummy ache."
Boo: "Why?"
Me: Because your tummy and head are separate parts of your body."
Boo: "Mom, I have a tummy headache."

Brown hair, blue eyes, stripes, what's the difference?

Boo: "Daddy, I promise I'll be a good big brother, I promise! Can we please go get our baby?"
The Hubs: "We have to be patient buddy, we'll get one someday."
Boo: "I want one with stripes, OK?"
The Hubs: "Hmmm, that's to be negotiated..."

Donate it

Boo: Sigh. "Mom, what are we going to do?"
Me: "About what?"
Boo: "About this DAY!"
Me: "Ummm, - I don't know. What should we do?"
Boo: "Donate it."
Me: "Donate it? Donate it to who?"
Boo: "The park."

Interesting way to tell me he wants to go to the park today...

'Pwivacy!'

Boo, right now from the toilet: "Dad! My mom is cuuuuuuute!"
Hubs, washing dishes: "WHAT?"
Boo: "My MOM is cuuuute, DAD!"
Hubs: "What?"
Boo: "I'm saying my MOM is CUTE!"
Me: "I'm cute? Thank you!"
Boo: "Yes, you are cute."

I don't care what anyone says, that's a perfectly normal conversation to have while going to the bathroom.

1.5 seconds later:

Boo: "Dad, pwivacy!"
Hubs: "What?"
Boo: "I need pwivacy!"
Hubs: "What?"
Boo: "I'm talking about PWIVACY!"
Hubs: "Oh, you need privacy?"
Boo: "Yes, now come wipe my bum!"

The boundaries of privacy to a 3-year-old are very different than they are to the rest of us, apparently. The wiping of bums is simply a necessary behavior by which 'pwivacy' can still be demanded and attained. It's just science.

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While driving home today, Boo told me his "tummy hurt." I told him we'd be home soon and we'd have dinner. A little later he told me again with a little more urgency, "Who's gonna help me, Mom?" I told him I would help him. He asked me how and I told him I'd give him lots of kisses and hugs and make him some dinner. About 30 seconds later he began throwing up. It wasn't pretty. This (puking in the car) was a common occurrence when he was younger, but he hasn't done it in a long time. He couldn't catch his breath and his puppy next to him immediately became very interested in the situation. Gross, I know. I panicked. I didn't know what to do, so I sped past the car in front of me, screeched into the driveway, scratching the undercarriage on the cement and jerked the car to a stop (all of this in front of Hubs who was currently getting out of his truck, standing in the driveway, looking at me with wrinkled eye brows and wide eyes. Basically like I was crazy.) "He's puking!" I yelled.

After carrying Grey inside, stripping him down and putting him in the tub he said to me, "Mommy, are you mad at me?" Real nice. Apparently, I handled the situation collectedly and with composure.

"No, I'm not mad at you, silly! Are you OK?," I asked. "Yeah, Mom, I'm OK. Don't worry about me," he answered while pretending his GI Joe was cliff jumping off the side of the tub.

"Don't worry about me?" I thought. As a kid, I'm pretty sure when I got my Mom's sympathy I tried milking it as long as humanly possible. I'm pretty sure I still do, but not Boo. He's far more wise than I am. I just can't let him know that yet!

I like light stuff, just not food

Today was one of those really good days where everything feels light. Figuratively speaking. Not everything actually feels light. In fact, when did Boo decide to weigh as much as an 8-year-old!? I still try to carry him on my hip like I did when he was 8-months-old, but by the way Hubs looked at me today, I assume I look a tad bit strange. And so do Boo's long, 3-year-old legs dangling down my mid-thigh. Sobeit. I guess he's growing up. Sigh.

Back to my deeper thought... Life felt light for a minute. The three of us took a lazy ride on a lazy Sunday to admire houses which make us sigh and say "someday." We wound around main street all the way to the top of the hill to see the Temple. It was peaceful. Even Boo was quiet. (This is very rare. Very, very rare.)

Boo: "I want to go inside, Daddy."
Hubs:" We can't because it's not open on Sunday."
Boo: "I wish it wasn't Sunday."
Hubs: "Only adults can go into the Temple. So when you're older, you can go in."
Boo: "Old like you?
Hubs: "Yep. But you get to go to Primary.
Boo: "Teeny kids go to nursery Daddy. Not big kids like me." (He was in nursery three weeks ago, was it? Yes three weeks ago he was a "teeny kid." Now he's huge.

Hubs made dinner, well... he watched football while I prepped the steaks, made the salad and put the potatoes in the oven. But he said he'd "worry about dinner tonight, I have those steaks we need to eat." And as soon as the game was over (perfect timing, I might add) Hubs was in the kitchen putting the steaks in the oven, (sounds strange, but Hubs can really cook a steak in the oven. I mean to perfection!) claiming credit for dinner. But his smile and all around cheerful and silly demeanor today was enough for me to be content with his delightful intentions. So I gave him credit too. Sort of, while devouring the steak that needed to be eaten, and continuously spooning mounds and mounds of very fattening sour cream onto my wonderfully tasty baked potato. Well, potatoes. I had two.

Hubs and I concluded the evening with a strange, yet oddly funny t.v. show found on Netflix's month-long free subscription. Hubs signed us up with no intention of actually buying it. We just like free things.

Life is good.

When Mom, when!?

This morning:
Boo: "Mom, I miss my baby shisher."
Me: "Me too."
Boo: "Can we go to Jesus' house and visit her?"
Me: "I wish we could."
Boo: "I want her sooooooooooo much."
Me: "Me too."
Boo: "Why can't she come here?"
Me: "Because Jesus says it's not time yet."
Boo: "When, Mom, when!?"

I don't talk to Boo about wanting a baby or our trouble with getting pregnant, but he is so keenly aware of our feelings and of his own. I have never seen a little boy want to be a brother so badly. It breaks my heart. But I am also very proud of him for having the ability to think about others in such an abstract way, or at all for that matter at 3 years old. He's a special boy and I am blessed to be his mom.

A 2-year-old's Intuition

We have been thinking about getting a puppy the last little while to cure my baby hunger and give Boo a little buddy. I've been feeling bad that a little friend isn't on the way for him yet. We've talked to Boo about it a little, but decided to hold off for awhile and haven't brought it up recently. But apparently it is still vivid in Boo's mind.

Today while eating lunch he became subdued and pensive. I asked him if anything was wrong and he said, "Mommy, I want a dog......and you want a baby." It's almost like he understood that the two were related somehow. I got a little choked up by his sincere and intuitive comment. And now a puppy is very much back on the radar.

Grumpy Day

"Today's a gwumpy day, Mom," Boo said this morning, with his lips puckered and eyes scowling. "I'm gwumpy. Call Jamie and tell her I'm gwumpy. Tyty too. Tell him I'm gwumpy." So I called Jamie, trying not to laugh, and told her Boo is having a grumpy day and wanted her to know. As I was telling her, Boo's lips started curling upwards involuntarily and he began to giggle quietly. That was the extent of his "Gwumpy day." He just wanted someone to know. Sometimes all it takes to make us feel better is someone knowing we're not feeling good.

Grey is Me

Boo and I were discussing colors today. He has most of them down and has for awhile now, but I've put off teaching him the color gray. I wasn't sure if he'd grasp the idea of his name being the name of a color. However, as we were naming the colors of all his toys we came across a toy elephant, so I asked him what color it was. He said, "I dunno Mommy," while shrugging his shoulders. I told him "gray" and he looked up into space for a second contemplating the idea that he and the elephant were both "grey." To make sure he understood, I asked him again, "What color is this elephant?" He replied, "Me."


(Just a cute picture of Boo on the day of his tumbling tots program.)

Little boys love their mommies

I impatiently sat on hold while resting on my bed wearing a sweaty T-shirt and Capri jeans, after a hot afternoon at the park. A sleepy Boo climbed up the foot of the bed, as he always does as the three logs on our log bed make a suitable latter for climbing. He crawled in between my legs, laid down and continued drinking his milk. After awhile he looked up at me with his piercing brown eyes and said, "Mommy pittee (pretty)," and continued gazing up at me with a sweet little smile.

My heart melted of course. I have never heard him call anything pretty. I didn't even know he knew the word. So I immediately asked The Hubs if Boo had a little coaching from Daddy. To my pleasure, it was all Boo. No coaching, just sincere feelings about his mommy. What a wonderful boy I have.

Mid-day prayer

Boo just climbed up on a chair at the kitchen table, folded his arms and started praying in his cute little soft "prayer voice."

I was checking my e-mail with my back to him and I turned around to see what he was saying and saw him leaning his folded arms against the table with his head rested on them and realized he was saying a prayer. So I folded my arms and we had a little mid-day prayer. I heard the words "mama" mentioned quite a few times. He must have been inspired.
I love my sweet little guy so much.