Tooth #3

Andrew has lost his third tooth as of tonight! This one was just barely hanging on but needed a little help. Andy is not a big fan of getting help from anyone to pull out his loose teeth but for some reason he let his dad yank this one out with the needle nose plyers. Boys!

Sugar Anyone?

I walked into the living room the other day to find Andrew on the couch taking a sip of something that didn't look quite right in my opinion. I asked him what was in the cup and he just looked at me and quite matter of factly said, "sugar". He then proceeded to take another 'drink' as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. I told him that we don't drink sugar and he pretended that he knew that and that it must be his brains' fault for drinking the sugar.

"Oh, I just don't know what I was thinking. My brain made me do it".

In Andy's little world, nothing is ever his fault directly. It's usually his brain, or sometimes his hands that get the blame for his little misdeeds. He honestly thinks that I fall for that. I just let this one go because really, what's the difference between drinking a quarter cup of plain sugar or a full glass of Kool-Aid?

Table Talk

This is probably the type of thing that you "had to be there" to think is funny but it made us giggle. We were eating dinner last night and had this jar of honey mustard sitting out on the table. Andrew knows of course that meat comes from animals, milk comes from cows, and so forth. And by golly this jar of mustard has a picture of a beaver on it with the huge word 'Beaver' across the top. Andrew sees it and says in a very calm but somewhat concerned voice, "is that beaver poop?" I wasn't sure if he was kidding because normally a 7 year old boy will look for any opportunity to say the word poop but it usually results in him laughing uncrontrollably. That didn't happen - he silently waited for our reply just as eagerly as if he had asked a math or spelling question at school. He really wanted to know and was very relieved when we told him what it really was. We all live and learn I guess.

Squirt the Cat & Blue Sticky Tack

Ok, I know two posts back to back about our cat is kind of pathetic. But when your cat is as neurotic as this one, you need to share. That's sticky tack that he is tugging on and let me tell you, it was nowhere to be found afterwards. Absolutely nowhere. All I can figure is that he ate it - which wouldn't surprise me at all since he's done a lot dumber things in the past like trying to eat a fish hook and getting it stuck in his lower lip.

Squirt the Cat

So this is our cat, Squirt. He's pretty much an idiot. He weighs in at about 16-17 pounds and sleeps most of the time. He's asleep in this picture. Yes, completely asleep. That's his favorite chair and he almost always sleeps with his arms straight out like that. When he is awake he's either eating, attacking Momma Kitty (our black cat) or chewing on a Q-Tip (he has a Q-Tip fetish). Then he goes back to sleep like this. I'll maybe fill you in on the Q-Tip fetish later.