Talk about having a monkey on your back...

Okay so most of you know that we affectionately refer to Bailey as our monkey. However, in this case it's attached to him. He was thoroughly enjoying having his monkey running around with him as shown in these photos...

His Royal Cuteness...

Bailey *loves* his tractors. And his airplanes. And his blocks. And his dog. I don't think I'll ever get used to how cute he is or cease to be surprised by how smart he is. He started saying "door" this week. What one-year-old says "door" before alot of other words? I caught him trying to blow his nose the other day. He thinks it's hilarious when people blow their nose and yet he scowls like crazy if you burp. I know, right? Mr. Manners!

Yesterday when we were watching the Giants kick some Patriot trash, Bailey was upstairs in the bathtub during the last 2 minutes (the most exciting part of the game, I might add!). He heard Mom and I downstairs yelling "Go! Go!" and he was trying to get out of the bathtub and was telling Daddy "Do! Do!" (he hasn't quite gotten the "g" sound yet...). He couldn't wait to get downstairs to see what Mommy and Grandma were yelling and carrying on about. What a sweet baby! And a born sports fan! Yahoo! :)

We eat fancy.

Today, I came home from work to discover that Bailey learned how to say "cracka". Maybe I should keep a closer eye on what Grandma's feeding him...maybe he's so little because all he gets is a cracka and water once in a while.

Thank Heaven for little boys...

"Bailey, show Mommy where your nose is..."

The Rednecks Strike Again...

Got another redneck game..."Jeff Foxworthy's You Might Be a Redneck If..." board game.

Mom, Mark & I played it tonight. Guess who lost? Mark. I told him there was nothin' but pride in losin' a game like this. The "object" of the game is to be the first to "collect" a flyswatter (a.k.a. a cast iron skillet, newspaper, etc), a "recliner" (a.k.a a lounging lawn chair), some beef jerky, a satellite dish, a hound and a t.v. (from the flea market) and make it back to your trailer. You do this by correctly identifying the "right" finish to a "you might be a redneck if..." statement. I was sort of excited at first because I thought it would be similar to Balderdash where you get to make up your own (trust me, I'm *great* at making crap up) but then I discovered that Jeff Foxworthy did all the hard work and gave you multiple choice options. Needless to say, when I got the question about what heaven looks like to a redneck, everyone knew the answer was Daytona Beach, FL. duh.

I ended up winning but my mama, she was hot on my tail. Oh, and as a result of a bad flip of a coin, we had to call Mark "Vern" the whole game. Poor Vern.

Are YOU smarter than a 5th grader?

The Christmas festivities began at our house this morning with Mark, Grandma Faye and I playing the "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?" board game. Here's how it went:

Mary (asking Faye a 4th grade science question): "Which of the following is the best conductor of electricity: silver, rubber or wood?" Oh man, this oughta be good.

Faye: "Well...I know that when you put a stick on an electric fence and then grab on to someone else, they get the jolt. And when you're in your car with rubber tires, lightning can't gitcha."

Mary (between peeing my pants and wiping away the tears): "Mom, this is for $300,000. If you don't know, you can drop out of school with $175,000."

Faye: "I'm saying wood."

Mary: "Um, no. It's silver. They don't make electric wires out of wood, do they?"

Faye: "Well, no but they make telephone poles out of wood."

Thanks, Mom for your wisdom.

Following that question, Mark got this 5th grade science question (which was pretty much child's play for him): What element is a diamond made out of? Mom perks up and says "OHH! I know it!" Mark promptly says "carbon". Mom goes "No, it's coal." Ahhhh, yes. Coal, one of the lesser known elements on the periodic table.

Oh man, this game is going to be fun.

Merry Christmas! :)

Musical Toilets

Yes, I said "musical toilets". That's what we've been playing at our house this week. First wave: Bailey and Mark. Second wave: Grandma Faye and Mary (who both also had a cold, btw). I took Bailey to the doctor and Dr. Gyerko said "he has gastroenteritis". It must have been the deer in the headlights look in my eye because he quickly followed that up with "he has the stomach flu". Whew. Poor little Punkin...he had lost over a pound since his one year check up the week before. By far the most stressful part of the parenting gig so far.

Everyone's on the mend now though, which is great. I don't know that I've ever been so thankful for two bathrooms in my whole life.