I want to be...

Nubbin finally decided on a costume for Halloween. After watching Nascar on Sunday, he decided emphatically that he wanted to be a race car driver. So, I found this on Craig's list for 10.00... Yay, mom delivered. I told him to give me his best 'tough boy' look, but it just looks like he's grumpy...

Charades... 3 syllables...

Fafa says.... 'ambulance'...

Martha ain't got nothin' on me

Just bought the pillows... the kid, I've had for a while... I can't decide if I want to keep them... the pillows, I mean. Same way that it was with the lamps, but I now love that purchase.

Silence is scary

Whenever it's quiet in our house and both boys are at home, it usually means they've locked themselves in the bathroom and are throwing wet toilet paper at the ceiling....

So, imagine my surprise when I realized it was quiet and instead of the usual disaster, I found them playing together on the floor in the playroom... I think they may actually grow up tolerating each other's company... maybe I'm speaking too soon.

btw, laugh at the thought of me tearing through the house, tripping over various toys and looking for the camera because I had convinced myself that this would never happen again... I'm such a pessimist.

Version 2.0

Husband wasn't pleased with his first Pho experience, so he decided to try again. This time, he realized that the missing ingredient was star anise, cinnamon, and using beef broth... Needless to say, he got it right this time. oh and he didn't add as many noodles... good job Husband!

Lost in translation

Nubbin was in the bathroom making a poop (yay, he finally gets it!) and was yelling for Husband to come check it out. Fafa immediately started blabbering nonsense in an excited tone and we realized he was trying to tell Husband that Nubbin needed him.

We figured it out because the only understandable words Fafa muttered were: Zachie, poop and help

Consumer economics

Part of Nubbin's routine at night involves looking out his bedroom window to check for muscle cars (our neighbors have an old mustang), look for clouds (the threat of thunderstorms scares him) and to see if there are any fireflies. This particular evening the sky was clear and he saw a bright star. The following is the exchange between us as witnessed by Husband.

Nubbin: I see a star...

Mommy: Make a wish... wish for something you want!

(long pause)

Nubbin: No, I think Target has it...