"You're Awesome"

My aunt is playing with Josh at one of our many Christmas get-togethers scheduled over the next week...

Josh:  You're awesome!

Tamara: Why thank you! You're pretty cute.

Josh: I know I am. 

Everybody dies laughing.

...No words.

"Hey Mom!  I can't get my pants up....and there are pirates."

Let's Pretend

"Here, Mommy, you be Tigger and I'll be Pooh. Kay. Now, Tigger will be Gramma and Pooh is Joshua!"

That's....Good...?

(How could I have forgotten this one? Josh has been declaring this at the top of his lungs at every diaper change for the past two weeks.)

"I LOVE MY STINKY SMELL!!!"

Facepalm.


p.s. I totally wish I could post a video of him dancing around naked this morning, but I'd probably get arrested or something. :(

"hey!"

Yesterday afternoon, Levi and I deemed the Big Boy Bed "experiment" a success, dismantled ad stored Josh's crib and rearranged the furniture in his room a bit. This was cause for much exclamation yesterday when he got home from daycare, but it was this morning that really killed me:

Josh stumbles out of bed (not quite awake yet), eats breakfast, heads back to his room to get dressed, stops dead in the doorway and yells,

"Hey! My room is still different!"

Wagon

Our local pizza place has wagons on their boxes.


"Mommy, what's that?"

"It's a wagon, dear."

"Nooooo...it's a train!"

"No, it's a wagon. Can you say con-es-toga wagon?"

"NO! It's a big wagon!"

(pause)

"Can you say that, mommy?"