He’s 100% Boy

Carson is a mere 22 (almost) months old – but he is 100% boy.  Of this I have proof.

This week, thanks to the nonstop pouring rain, our backyard is full of mud.   We could host the National Mud-wrestling Championship in our yard.   Which will NOT be doing, much to Hubby’s and our male neighbors dismay.  But it has created a new outlet for creativity…

How could I say no to him?  I mean how cute is it that he jumps into the puddle, jumps out and yells TA DA!!! at the top of his lungs?  (I had video but it won’t let me add it…)

However – this is what his clothes looked like for two days in a row:

On a side note the rain has forced some of the nasty creepy crawlers into the basement…where these shoes dwelled.  I brought them upstairs to take pictures of them…to show you all proof that it’s time buy stock in P&G (I use Tide, ya know).  I took the picture and when I lifted the shoes., I found one of those nasty ass millipedes on the bottom.  It was E.NORM.OUS.  At least 10″ long…at least.  Maybe even longer.  With antenne and fangs.  And it reared its head at me and I think it might have actually hissed.  Rather that slay it myself, I took the shoe outside and shook it off.  After it landed with a “thud” it scampered away…probably to prey on a small creature.  Freaking disgusting is what it was.

This boy stuff is new to me…worms, mud, creepy crawly things.  I don’t know if I’m ready for it…

ETA:  So I was re-reading this a little while after I posted it and I can’t believe I forgot the BEST BOY story…my whole reason for this post.  Yesterday morning I was in the bathroom, weighing myself, as I tend to do every morning.  So I was there, in my birthday suit, and Carson walked in.  “Hi Mommy. ”  Pause.  Wait for it.  “BOOBIES!”  Yep.  I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life used that term around my son.  But he heard it somewhere…and knows the proper definition.  Good times.  Good times.

Very Valid (?) Observations…maybe

Recently (somewhat – I started this post some time ag0) we made the voyage north to my parents house.  They live 2 1/2 hours away.  Still well within the realms of civilization.

Before embarking on our trip I prepped Avery with the following information:

Mom: Now Avery I want you to understand that Grandma and Grandpa don’t have all of the fancy cable channels that we do.  They have Disney and Nick but that’s all the kids stuff.

Avery:  Do they have OnDemand?

Mom:  No, Avery.  (Now here I was thinking that she would respond that she didn’t want to go – as the world revolves around iCarly and Spongebob – much to my dismay.  But I was completely blindsided by her comment…)

Avery:  (Insert pondering, pensive look here)  Well…..do they have electricity?

How the hell do I respond to that?  It was a very valid observation since our hunting cabin, also located up north, is electricity-free.

What we didn’t expect to see is the deer.  My mom mentioned that a few come by here or there…but I certainly didn’t expect a herd.

There were 10 of them…right outside the bedroom window.

And wandering down the street…

And grazing behind their house…

It was quite a show.

The next night, Hubby – the deer slayer – was up and he was checking out the show.  Avery was convinced he missed seeing the deer – she didn’t realize that he was actually outside tracking.  (No worries – it isn’t hunting season.  Nothing was killed and gutted. You can take the deer hunter out of hunting season but you can’t take the hunter instinct away…that didn’t sound right but you get the idea…)  Hubby told Avery that he did see the deer and showed her pictures on his computer that he said he took.  She looked at him point blank, in all seriousness and said “Oh Daddy – you didn’t take those pictures.  You just went to deer.com”.

Oh these tech savvy kids…I’m gonna be in some serious trouble…