Can I Get A What, What?

And can I also get a show of hands from anyone out there with a son/daughter that saw their mom paint their toenails for the very first time and didn't ask to have their's done also.

And is it wrong to give in? I don't think so. But Sebastian was so adamantly opposed when I got home from taking my final exam (whew! glad that's over, babe! I got another A!!) and I received the statement to "never, Ever, EVER do that again." buzz kill.

And he came home tonight with a bottle of nail polish remover. And questions as how to use it. I told him to get a Q-tip and stick it in his eye. O.k., I didn't say that. But Sebi's toes looked so pretty, and I hadn't even gotten a picture yet....

I did manage to grab this cute video and pics, though. So, win-win. I guess.

Sebastian left Sebi's room tonight, and I believe this is exactly what he said to me, "Sebi wants to be a cowboy and ride horsies."

I am sure he meant pink ponies.

Introduction To Communication

Last night we were learning about abstract conversations and concrete conversations and how we prefer one over the other. Really? blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah is what I was thinking.

We had nice examples like:

He's an athlete. (abstract)

What kind of athlete?

A professional athlete.

What sport?

He's a professional football player. (concrete)

yada, yada, yada.

But there is nothing like living a lesson being learned- like this conversation I had with Sebi today.

"mommy will be right back."

"mommy, where are you going?"

"mommy is going to go potty, and I will be right back."

"mommy?"

"yes?"

"are you going to go toot-toots, or wee-wees?"

I'll spare y'all my answer. I did oblige him since he apparently still cares. And I suppose we do prefer concrete conversations.

Big Brother, A Cheeto, & A Ball

This morning we had our usual three ring circus that happens on Tues. and Thurs, where I get everyone ready so that we can drive across the street and take Sebi to school.

After the delirium, I realized that I had yet to get myself dressed. So, I put up the baby gate at my bedroom door. Trust me, this is the best route in a hurry. Otherwise, they just jump on the treadmill and play with all the computer cables, and if you happened to leave the bathroom door open and hear Pudge laughing, it's probably a good idea to check and see if he is swirling his hand around in the toilet...

So, obviously the babies are mad because I have imprisoned them out of my room...if that even makes any sense. Well, Sebi decided he would help me calm the babies. Probably, since I wasn't doing a darned thing about it and was just carrying on with getting myself dressed.

He apparently went to the pantry and got a Cheeto because I heard him say,

"Here, Pudge"


crying stops


"No! Gabriel! That was Pudgie's Cheeto!"


"That's NOT nice, sweet Gabriel!"


both babies crying now.


"Here, Pudge. There you go."


crying stops again.


Pudge starts crying again.


"NO! GABRIEL!"


"That ball is for HOMER! You already took his Cheeto, and now you've ate it all!"


"GIVE THAT BALL BACK" (with obvious straining as if when he said, "give that ball back"- he meant, I am taking that ball back)


"Hear, Pudge. There you go."


Gabriel is crying.


"WELL, YOU ATE ALL THAT CHEETO!"



I couldn't help but to wonder, Is this what I sound like???

and I don't know why Sebi thought that grabbing a Cheeto would calm Pudge, but his name is Pudge.

and calm he did, until brother took it from him...