just another afternoon :P

So I'm standing in the kitchen working on dinner when Jack comes in from the playroom.

"Mom, can I have some juice?"

"Sure, honey," I reply, and turn from the stove to help him out. 

And that's when I see it -- his eyes are locking on to a sippy cup on the counter next to the sink.  "No, Jack, don't!"

But it's too late.  For the third time this week, he has seized a sippy of rancid milk and taken a nice, big swig.

Why does he keep doing this????  And now he's standing there, spitting furiously with the most hilarious, disgusted, angry-at-the-sippy-betrayal face on as chunky milk spit cascades down his front.

"Jack!" I squeak, trying my very best not to laugh, "WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THAT????"

(spit, spit, cough, dribble, spit)  "I DON'T KNOW!!!!" 

Three-year-old logic

Earlier today (after spending most of three days at the beach) Jack was trying to convince me to go to Auntie's house.  I said no, because we needed to spend some time at home. 
More specifically:  "Jack, how are we supposed to take care of our house and our stuff if we're always going other places?"
Jack outwitted me in one simple sentence:  "By leaving it alone, Mommy!"

He had me laughing pretty hard with that one!

the chilly entryway

The thing about owning your own home is that there isn't necessarily someone looking over your shoulder asking you the important questions like, "Are you sure the reason you're getting that TERRIBLE draft around your front door isn't -- just maybe -- because you didn't close the window to seal up your storm door's screen?  So the breeze has been blasting right through it?"

....Yeah.  I figured this out yesterday.  Once I sealed the storm door properly, the draft was *miraculously* gone!  Since it's still our first winter here (and barely officially started at that), I'm going to count it as a success that I noticed the open screen before spring rolled around!

Bonus Video: Peek-a-Boo

Evie was playing peek-a-boo with Melissa one evening and I managed to capture it National-Geographic-style.

bones

(talking to Jack about bones)
Me: And this one is called the hip bone.
Jack: Yeah! That one's the hippo bone!

Naptime... Everything's quiet:

Jack (asleep): NO STOP CYPRUS GIVE IT BACK STOOOOP CYPRUS!!!!
Evie: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!
Jack (awake): Mommy, what happened to Evie??

Jack on clock hands

"The little stick is the big one's brother!"

Dreams

Jack says there's a bad bird in his bed. It is a seagull, and it bited him, and he needs to sleep in mommydaddy's bed. Well, when you put it that way... come snuggle! :)

Har Har

"What heck the that is??" says Jack. Evidence that I don't cuss too badly around him! :)

New Shoes

Jack: Hey Mommy, these shoes are not good for me.
Me: Why not?
Jack: My-cause they are bad....
Me: Yes, but what's wrong with them? Do you have more words you could use?
Jack: Mommy, these shoes are not yummy.

Counting

"Mommy, I counting the flowers! Flower, flower, flower, flower...."

Multitasking

Jack is picking his nose with one hand while biting the nails on his other. What talent! :D