Every parent of a toddler has gone through this stage, heard these comments & laughed as we have.  I hope this is a fun reminder for those past this stage, something to look forward to for those not there, and a good chuckle for those who haven’t parented.  (I also hope Charlie will see the humor in this post once he’s old enough to care to search through the loveoirs archives and read it.)

One of yesterday’s diaper changing conversations

Charlie: “Penis, mama!”

Me: “Yes, that’s your penis.”

Charlie: “Mama doesn’t have a penis.”

Me: “Nope, I don’t.  I’m a girl.  Boys have penises, girls have vaginas.”  (By now you get that we aren’t into the nicknames…just call them what they are!)

Charlie: “Girls have tiny penises.”

I busted up laughing, so I imagine he’ll say this again.  Oops.  Hopefully it won’t be at some fancy party.  We have so many of those to attend, you know.

Naked Playtimes

“Look, mama!  Charlie’s penis in the choo choo.”  And yes, I find him doing just such with a toy train car.

Potty Fun

After Charlie uses his little potty he gets to use toilet paper and put it in the big potty, with a final reward of getting to flush.  Lately he’s been saying “toilet paper going down the big white slide!”

In addition to reading his own memorized version of Big Red Barn tonight, Charlie requested that the following be healed tonight during our bedtime prayer:

• Papa, Mama
• Pawpaw, Mimi
• Grandmaw, Grandpaw
• Grammy Ellen, Grandpaw Jud
• Uncle Steve
• kitty cat
• monkey
• dinosaur
• light
• bed
• Uncle Steve’s bed
• Mama and Papa’s bed
• Elvis (his sock monkey)
• choo choo
• a few other things I didn’t understand

Given that the incantation probably would have gone on into the night had there been more time, consider yourself prayed for and healed.

Our little boy is two.  We are so amazed by this.  We are also continuously blessed by his presence.

Yesterday morning the first thing he did was push his rocking horse from the family room to our bedroom while we were still in bed.  He could play, we could rest.  We’d all still be together.

A few mornings ago, the first thing he said was “Mama and Charlie eat Dutch babies and raspberries and blueberries.”  I believe this was his breakfast request.

While boarding our return flight on Tuesday we crossed paths with the pilot.  Charlie kept saying “pilot” over and over again, much to the pilot’s and flight attendants’ delight.  They invited him into the cockpit.

He still loves the robot game and now his other animals are playing along.  Instead of “I am a robot, I’m going to be a helicopter” we’re getting, “I am a monkey, I’m going to wear a hat” but still with a robotic voice.

We are smitten.  It’s been a good two years.

I have one to avoid.

As part of a Thomas Nelson Publishers marketing promo, I agreed to read The Faith of Barack Obama by Stephen Mansfield.  Their deal is simple: write a review of our books and we’ll give you them free.  I thought I’d give it a try since I am such a big Obama fan.  About five pages into this book, I regretted this decision.  I read this book in October.  I have procrastinated this long because the book is that bad.  I can’t say it nicely.  Do not waste your time.  Spend your time reading Obama’s books.  There you will receive much better writing and the original content.  Essentially, Mansfield summarizes Obama’s books and various speeches.  He quotes from them constantly.  (I would end it there, but the other part of the deal is that the reviews need to be at least 200 words.  Argh.  This is not fun.  Maybe I should keep procrastinating.)

This is one of many of Stephen Mansfield’s books on Presidential candidates.  If this particular book had any original material in it, apart from his poorly done attempts to throw his opinion into matters, I might imagine that he was a historian at heart.  I must admit, though, I am skeptical of his intentions for writing these books.  I would rather put money in Obama’s pocket.