Baby sister...

Oh man...I just realized I haven't even written a blog about this baby...good thing she'll be here in just a few weeks and then we'll have pictures. :)

The other day while we were driving, the boys were having this conversation:

Bailey (4): Lewis! Aren't you SO excited to have a baby sister?

Lewis (almost 3): NO! I not excited, Bailey.

Bailey: Oh c'mon Lewis! It will be so fun!

Lewis: NO, Bailey. It not gonna be fun.

Bailey is clearly the optimist in the family. Lewis? Now, he's more of a realist. And a little more intuitive. I think he's realized that having a baby sister is not really going to pan out for him. We're letting Bailey live in ignorance just a little longer... :)

Full service

The other morning while getting ready to take Bailey to school, this conversation happened:

Mommy: Hey Bailey, can you go grab my shoes?
Bailey (4.5): Sure, Mommy!

Bailey (returns while carrying my shoes in a shopping bag): Here you go!
Mommy: Thanks, Buddy. That was really helpful.
Bailey (literally tipping his hat): Happy to be of service!

What's in a name?

Yesterday, Bailey had a new girl in his preschool class. When we walked in and he started to take his coat off and spotted her, he immediately gave her the once over, then the stink eye. She immediately stink eyed him back.

Bailey (4): What's your name?
New girl: ...
New girl's mom: Her name is Alison. Or you can also call her Ali.

New girl gives the stink eye to Bailey, Bailey's mom and her own mom.

New girl: I don't have a name.
New girl's mom: Yes, you do.

Bailey (obviously since she had no name, she wouldn't understand his name either): My name is BAI-LEY.

Bailey's mom to new girl's mom: Don't worry, they'll get along just fine.

Who's there?

Bailey just told me his first "Knock Knock" joke. It went a little something like this:

Bailey (4): Knock, knock...who's there?

Mommy: Who's there?

Bailey: Me!

Mommy: Me, who?

Bailey: Bailey!

Pot or kettle?

Last night Bailey was getting so exasperated with his little brother that he finally just exclaimed "LEWIS! You are the naughtiest little boy in the whole wide world!" At that moment, I couldn't have agreed more.

Good news and bad news...

Bailey to Mommy first thing in the morning: Well Mommy, I've got good news and bad news.

Mommy: What's the bad news?

Bailey: Weeeellll, it has to do with Ama going to jail.

Mommy: ...

Preschool time already?!

Well, Bailey had his first day of preschool last week (pictures to come)...he's in Mrs. Trouble's class (her name is actually Mrs. Strobel but hey, who's keeping track?). In anticipation of this event, I spent quite a bit of time contemplating how he would behave at school. Part of me suspected he would act just like he does at home (and probably get expelled during the first week) and part of me (a VERY small part) wondered if he would be a little more shy since it was people he didn't know, in a place he'd never been. Which do you think it was?

During the first visit, they have what's called a "gradual entry" where they have the parents stay and it's just for one hour and they do an abbreviated schedule of how the normal days would go. During the drive to preschool, Bailey says to me "Mommy, why do you have to stay? Can't you just drop me off?" Um, hello?! I thought I would have at least a few more years before he was trying to shake me off at the curb. I said "No. I'm staying." Within the first 5 minutes of school, he had zeroed in on a little boy named "Luke" (or "Wuke" if you can't say your "L" sound right). I think it's because he has a cousin named Luke but that's probably just a desperate mom grasping for straws. He walked up to this little boy and said "Hi Wuke! My name's Bailey Edward McGlothlan!" and then threw his arms around him and tried to give him a kiss...on the lips. Of course, little Wuke was horrified and while pleading with his eyes to his mom for help, he managed to extract himself from Bailey's clutches. But wait, there's more. During story time, Bailey kept inching closer and closer to Luke (I was trying not to intervene, just to let the teachers handle it)...suddenly with the "inside voice" he doesn't have, he goes "WUKE! CAN I SIT ON YOUR WAP?" What? No! There shall be NO lap sitting in preschool. I turned to Luke's mom and said "I'm just so sorry."

Of course, he was the only child in the class that couldn't sit still or be quiet for the 3 minutes they had circle time that day. When it came time to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" he leapt to his feet and said "I WILL SING THAT ONE!" and proceeded to belt it out at the top of his lungs. Mind you, Bailey got the Andres gene for singing talent...the one where you're always out of tune and you have no rhythm...so all of the parents (including his) burst out laughing, which only made him sing louder and have a very big, dramatic finish.

Of course, he gets all that dramatic flair from his dad. :)

The Daddy Store

Yesterday Bailey and I were having lunch together. As we were eating, Mark was unloading some stuff we bought at Costco.

Bailey (3.5): Mommy, we didn't have a Daddy so we buyed one.
Mommy: We did? Where did we buy him from?
Bailey: The Daddy Store.
Mommy: The Daddy Store? How much did he cost?
Bailey (thinking long and hard): YOU, Mommy. YOU had to pay $5 for him.
Mommy: Five dollars? Wow, we got a good deal.
Bailey (holding up 10 fingers): Yes, trains are this many. Because they're bigger. And stronger.

Daddy wasn't sure what to think about this. My question more revolves around the fact that he came up with all this out of his crazy imagination. I love this kid.

Hugs

This morning when I was getting ready to leave for work Bailey came over to give me a big hug and kiss. He said "have a good day, Mommy...I hope you get lots of hugs from your friends at work." Ah, thanks buddy!

The cops...again?!

Bailey (3.5): Daddy, I run so fast I'm gonna get a ticket!

You want the what?!

Yesterday after Bailey woke up from his nap I asked him what he wanted to watch. This is how it went:

Bailey (3 1/2): I want the damn show.
Mommy: You want the what?
Bailey: The DAMN one.
Mommy: ...
Bailey: You know, Mommy the damn movie.
Mommy (thinking Ama has some 'splainin' to do): ...
Bailey: The damn Thomas show, Mommy!

*Realization hits*

Mommy: Oh you want the Thomas show about the DAM?!
Bailey: YES, Mommy, the dam movie.
Mommy: The dam Thomas is in the van so we'll have to watch something else, okay?
Bailey: Okay, Mommy.

After last week's outburst of "When the police get here, yell 'POLICE!' and then hide...we always hide when the police come."...I'm starting to think we need to childproof the TV when Ama's in charge. :)

Bloggin' Slacker!

I have been so lazy lately and haven't been blogging because I've gotten in the habit of posting the kids' antics as my status on Facebook. This probably isn't the best way to document memories in the long term sense. I promise to be a better blogger.

The kids are getting so big and they are changing so much each day. Bailey just gets more hysterical as the days go by. I don't know where he gets his dramatic flair but boy, is he dramatic! :) The other day I handed him a yogurt that he had asked for and he grabbed it and hugged it and petted it and said "oh yogurt! I've missed you *so* much! I'm *so* happy to see you! You're the best yogurt EVER!" Really? Hmmm.

Homemade lasagna...from Costco!

We enjoyed Grandma's secret recipe lasagna (it's so good, they sell it at Costco) for dinner the other night...apparently Lewis enjoyed every little bit of it. Enjoy every little bit of this cuteness:

What do you think this is? A restaurant?

The other night when I got home from work, Bailey was sitting up at the table eating his dinner.

Bailey: Mommy! I need something to drink.

Mommy: What would you like to drink, Bailey?

Bailey: Ummm...I don't know, let me check my menu (pretends to turn pages while perusing the menu)...oh yes, I'd like lemonade, please.

Mommy: I'm sorry, sir. All we have on our menu to drink is milk, chocolate milk, apple juice or water.

Bailey: Oh, thank you, sir. I'd like some apple juice, please.

Warning: Poop story ahead (but it's not gross, just funny)

Last night before bedtime Bailey was laying on the floor reading a book about scoops and diggers (his current obsession). All of the sudden he jumps up and starts running toward the front door...he got about halfway through the dining room and stops and cocks his head and says "What's that noise? I just heard somepin!" Usually when he goes through this routine, the next step is to run full out to the front door and start barking, yes barking. Tonight though, when I said "What is it, Bailey? What did you hear?" He looks at me and says "oh nevermind, Mommy. It's just my poop comin." I said "what?" (because I couldn't possibly have heard correctly) and he said "that noise was just my poop comin." Like duh. I said "do you need to go upstairs and go poop?" and he looks at me like I'm an idiot and says "yes, Mommy. That sound was my poop coming."

Oh. My. Goodness.

Polka dots...

Yesterday Bailey noticed the vast number of moles I have on my shoulder...he pointed and said "Mommy! Look at all these polka dots on here!" and then promptly stuck his finger in his mouth and while scrubbing my shoulder said "Don't worry, Mommy, I clean them off for you." Thanks, Buddy.

Time, where did you go?

Okay, first of all, a public apology to all of my friends that I've given a hard time to about waiting months between blogs (except you, Melanie because you go YEARS between blogs)...it's been two months since my last blog (that sounded a little A.A.ish but you get the picture).

Today, I took Bailey to the doctor for his three year checkup. First thing...3 YEARS?! How did THAT happen? Secondly, when we were waiting (which is what you do at the doctor's office), Bailey said to me "I'm being a very good monkey, huh Mommy?" Patience isn't exactly his middle name (wonder where he gets that?) but he was doing pretty darn good. When the lady finally came to get us (only to have us wait in the small exam room for another hour without the distraction of a fish tank or other kids), he said to her "No pokes today, okay Lady?" He wanted to get that clear right at the very beginning. I promised him he wouldn't get any shots but Mommy's word only goes so far.

He was weighed (27 lbs) and measured (35 inches) and ended up in the 3rd percentile for his weight (meaning out of 100 three-year-olds, 97 would be bigger than him) and he's in the 10th percentile for his height. In the words of his pediatrican "well, he's on the chart, he's just barely holding on to the very bottom of it." There are no concerns about his development, "he's an overachiever" (he gets that from me). :)

Our boys are growing up and getting cuter every day...Christmas is going to be a blast this year...we can't wait!

My name's Bailey Edward...

Everywhere we go, Bailey introduces himself to people. "Hi! My name's Bailey Edward!" Or when I come home from work, he runs to the door and says "Hi Mommy! It's Bailey Edward!" (and he'll also points out Lewis Patrick). Yesterday we went to Costco and when we were checking out, he said to the checker outer guy "My name's Bailey Edward!" and the guy says "I'm Peter." As we were leaving, Peter says "Bye, Bailey!" and Bailey says "Bye, Peterbilt!" Apparently his redneck roots run deep. :)

Old "U.S." Navy?

I went shopping at Old Navy the other day and bought some clothes for the family. Mark, Grandma and I got some new t-shirts, Bailey got some new socks and shirts and Lewis got some new socks. I probably bought a totally of twenty items. Now let me get to the point of this: not one thing I bought was made in the USA. Our clothes were made in the following countries: Nicaragua, Sri Lanka, India, Korea, China, Honduras, Guatemala, and Japan. What?

Thanks Dora!

Bailey is officially hooked on "Dora the Explorer"...LOVES that show. Here's a video I captured last night of him calling a dolphin from our living room. You can see the Sandy and Columbia Rivers from our house and thanks to Dora, he thinks dolphins live in every body of water. Watch until the end when he asks me to take his picture for the photo contest. Yes, a photo contest. Where does he come up with this stuff?