The tractor is dirty, dirty, dirty

After his tractor ride and my walk last night, we pulled into the driveway and G said, "Mommy, my tractor is dirty, dirty, dirty. We have to wash it." He was very diligent. He turned on the water, pulled out the hose and started scrubbing. He proceeded to pull out the battery because everything had to be washed. He did a great job. Then like all boys, he became wetter than the tractor. Then he wanted to get mommy wet, then the camera was in jeopardy. Suddenly, the camera had to be put away. It was funny. Take a peek.

Ta-Da!

I hope you LOVE G's new custom design that I made for him complete with tractors and John Deere logos. I am so proud that I figured it out how to do it. I was stuck on one part, but it just came to me on how to fix it.

Tractor Nap Mat

G starts Montessori on Tuesday. We are so excited. On their list of things to bring is a nap mat. The school has a group that you can purchase the mats, and they are ok but the fabric choices are pretty blah, you know me...so I found Ruthann, a lady in the area that makes the same mats but will customize the fabric for the same price.

Pickens Pallets and More

She made a fantastic mat with John Deere fabric. It rolls up with velcro straps that she sewed his name on (just for ID purposes). The outside is a soft brown fuzzy fabric. The inside is John Deere tractors and combines. It has an attached pillow and green blanket. G was so excited to see it. He doesn't like the blanket to touch to the tractors. Funny. He is also curious why the tractors are out in the field and not in the barn since no one is driving them. Below are photos with his new nap mat that he told me he LOVES. Notice his riding tractor in the background. He's way too big for it, but it's the only riding toy he can have in the house, the others stay outside.

Books

My Aunt Nene and Uncle Don are artists, retired and totally into what's new and hip at the bookstore. They recently gave G a couple of books for a late, late Christmas 2007 present (long story). He LOVES them. He can already "read" the bear book to me verbatim, granted there aren't that many words. I thought I would share since other mommies read this blog. They are "Llama Llama Mad at Mama" and "Maybe a Bear Ate It." I really like the Llama book and apparently this is a series, so he's asked for the Llama Llama Red Pajama book for Christmas from Aunt Nene.

Budding Photographer?

G wanted to take a pic of mommy. I had to help him push the button because the camera is wider than his little hands, but he aimed it. I thought he did a good job! Maybe he will take after his Aunt Megan and Aunt Kelly.



Here are a few random pics of G in his boots (of course!) and his cute frog overalls putting puzzles together. He didn't feel like getting his picture taken that day. He kept running away. Oh well!

That night we saw Kung Fu Panda again at the dollar movies and had ice cream. That was our little treat while daddy was out of town during the weekend.

That's not my name

Tonight I kissed him goodnight, and as I was walking out of the room I turned and said, "Good night, sweet pea." He said sternly, "That's not my name." "My name is..." And proceeded to tell me his full name at least three times. His name was not sweet pea, and he couldn't believe that I didn't know his name. How could I forget? ;)

Phrase of the Day

He grabbed the door, looked at me seriously, and said, "Mommy, you're working me nervous." Then promptly shut the door. Wonder what I did? LOL!

Crocodile Dundee

So earlier I told you about our adventures into the forest. And about how he "pretends" to put on the hat, boots, coats, etc. Last week, we were in the store shopping for new school shoes and he fell in love with these boots. I imagine these boots are the boots he pretends to put on in the forest. He tells me almost daily about how he loves his boots and how he wants to wear them. I want him to wait until he wears jeans since they are high tops. I'm not too fond of them, but I'm glad he loves them. :) Below are pictures of this forest adventures. Now he has real boots and we found his real hat, but he still likes to pretend. It's hilarious.

Honest is my son's best policy

We were entering Costco last night and G always has to show the Costco card to the greeter. He says very loudly, "That man (the greeter) has a big tummy!" Well, he did. It was true, and I know children are truthful. I don't know if the man heard, but we kept walking and didn't look back. We just talked about how we didn't talk about those things.

It's our fault because at home we tease daddy that he has a big tummy and we are always playing big tummy and little tummy with G.

Uggh. I know the time is coming when he will say something truly embarrassing. I'm just biding my time.

America's Next Top Model

I'm just now posting these pics, but back in June I found my little model covered from head to toe in my nice expensive Bare Escentuals make-up sitting on our bed. He was so proud of himself. He had painted himself and my new comforter. It all washed, but it had already been a bad day and this just added to it. Take a look... :) It just reminds me of the photoshoots they do on America's Next Top Model with all of the crazy make-up.

"We're Going to the Forest!"

Griffin grabbed my hand last night and drug me into the bedroom. "Momma we're going to the forest. I've got my hat, my gwubs [gloves] and my coat."

Wow. What an imagination. I turned on the light to the bedroom and he put a stop to that.

"No, momma." "I'm going to the forest, there's monkeys and alligators. Let's go look at them." So we crawled to the edge of the bed and looked under the bed and talked about everything that we could see. We could also see cats (our pet cat, Jazzi.) He also had to give me my hat, gloves and coat so I could come to the jungle. Then he had to go potty, so he pretended to unbutton his coat and take off his hat so he could go, then he had to pretend to put it all back on when he was done. This exploring stuff is hard work.

I thought it was so hilariously cute that I had to call mom so he could tell her. He told her all about it. We were cracking up. What a cutie.