From the Mouths of (Our) Babes

We did pretty well in the snow today... And then finally convinced Avery that it was time to take a bath. I don't want to even think about how many days...ahem...have gone by without one. He insisted on 'shaving' and got really into our little fizzy blue ginger-bath guy...

Avery: Mom, I want to have a trusted guide. Me: What is a trusted guide, Avery? Avery: Well, a trusted guide is like, you have a mommy and a daddy, and then you all have a super hero that is your trusted guide. ... And he helps you learn to read. I think we've been watching too many cartoons in this snowicane.

We're watching Word Girl. They just asked kids what their favorite words were. I asked Avery, and his first reply was, "Word Up!" Then, he quickly revised to, "I-mag-in-a-tion. Imagination."

Avery woke up this morning, and traveled down into the basement. When he emerged, he told me he had made me something special. He plopped a huge hunk of different colored playdoh onto the table and said, "This is an angel cake with raspberry fluff frosting, and it's for YOU!"

We used to do this little trick when Avery was little, created by Hopie. To get down the stairs, instead of carrying Avery, we'd join by sitting on each step on the way down. We'd sing a song, called "Zoom Golly" and not have to carry him down. Today, when he woke up, he asked to be carried. I said I couldn't carry him because he's too big. He replied, "But mom, my legs are tired, and I can't zoom on my butt anymore. Also, my brain is telling me that I can't sing." He was clearly referencing Zoom Golly, which his legs, butt and brain told him he could not possibly do.

Walker was trying to discipline Avery and threatened to take a particular car away because Avery was throwing it, hitting, and being all kinds of unreasonable. Avery replied stomped his foot, looked at Walker, and threatened back, "If you do that, I am going to take all of your money and put it in my piggy bank." There are all sorts of analyses that can be done on this comment...

Avery's latest and most hilarious expression is "oy yoi yoi." He's been saying it at appropriate times for about three to five days now. This morning, when trying to get on his sock, which was stuck on a toe, he exclaimed, "Oy yoi yoi, how am I going to get my sock on?" Yesterday, in a similar predicament, while trying on a pair of pants, he said, "Oy yoi yoi, my pants are too short!"