I mean, seriously? Two-year old ladies look out. In 20 years you are going to have quite the charmer on your hands.
Also, after being so flattered, I made Travis take a picture of me, and then I was joined by my complimentary friend:
|These pictures are otherwise unrelated to this post. 11.24.13 (18 Weeks, I think?)|
Well, as the boys become more hilarious and better at speaking, I suspect this will become a weekly feature.
Here you go, my friends. Conversations with two-year olds:
Grey: Micah, don't go in the street.
Micah: Okay, Grey.
Grey: If a car coming, you get owies. DON'T GO IN THE STREET.
Micah: Mom! Grey's being a boss to me!
Micah: Your daddy at work?
Elanor: Yes. Your daddy is at work, too?
Me: All the daddies are at work, huh?
Micah: Your Daddy, too, Mom? Grandpa at work?
Micah: Hey Mom, don't be scared, okay? Imma punch the monsters and save you, okay Mom?
Me: Grey you can't watch that, it's too scary. It's about monsters.
Grey: But Mom! I love monsters!
Me: I have a new doctor-
Micah: It's Doctor Who!
Me: We'll go to the movie theatre when Daddy comes home.
Micah: In two weeks?
Travis: No, I'll be back this afternoon!
Micah: In just two days?
Micah: Imma get down.
Me: Thanks for sitting with me for a minute.
Micah: No problem.
Micah: I'm drawing my mom, and that's YOU!
Micah (whispers): but I'm already being quiet.
Grey: Hey! Pause Dr. Who when I take a nap! I watch it when I wake up, okay?
Me: Hmm... What should we have for dinner?
Me: that doesn't seem very substantial.
Grey: Okay. How 'bout bananas?
Grey: Look this puppy I found!
Me: His name is Ruff
Grey: Hello, Ruff. I love you, Ruff. Mom, I love Ruff.
Travis: What color is this button?
Travis: That's right! What color is this marker?
Grey, I think red, also.
Grey: What's that?
Me: It's lipstick. Do you like it?
Grey: Can I wear some?
Me: No. It's just for Moms, but you can give me a kiss.
Grey: Um. No. I don't like kissing lipstick.
Grey: I'm peeing!
Grey: You hear it with your ears? You see my pee, with your eye?
Micah: Grey hit me in my ball!
Me: What? Where did he hit you?
Micah: Here! On my ball-eye!
Me: Your eyeball?
Micah: Yes! He hit my eyeball!
Grey: Good job, Micah.
Micah: Thanks, Grey. Nice work.
Micah: I'm pooping!
Micah: Grey has my baby!
Travis: Well, he's playing with it. So you have to wait until he's done playing with it.
Micah: No. I'll just punch him.
Micah: I burped!
Me: What do you say?
Micah: Excuse me!
Travis: No! Say, "Nice burp!"
Micah: **Huge fake burp** NICE BURP!
Me: Stop teaching them bad things! I am trying to teach them to have good manners!
Micah: No, Mom! It's Daddy and Micah time!
Grey: Go away, Mom! Get out of here!
Travis: We're doing manly things!
Grey: GO AWAY MOM!
Travis: Okay. Stop picking on your mom, she's my favorite!
Micah: No, Dad!
Travis: Yes! I love her! She's my favorite!
Grey: Stop! Don't kiss my mom again!
Travis: She's my wife! I can kiss her!
Grey: No, you can't! She's my mom!
Travis: You can go to sleep in your own bed, because you're a big boy.
Micah: No! I'm not! I'm a baby! I'm a baby! Stay with me, I'm a baby!
**Driving by a little Asian man standing at a bus stop**
Grey: Look! There's my Daddy! Hi Daddy!
Micah: That's not Daddy. It's Mom! Hi Mom!
Micah: Look at my belly!
Me: Wow! What a big, full belly! What's in there?
**Grey opens the washing machine door and screams inside**
Grey: HELLO, ANYBODY IN THERE? NO, NOBODY IN THERE!
**Turns to me, and says calmly**
Grey: It's okay, Mom. Nobody in there. It's safe.
Me: Oh, I got an owie on my finger!
Grey: Daddy attacked you?
Me: What?! No! He didn't attack me!
Grey: Huh. Well, Micah attacked me.
** I wanted to look up on my phone if I was 18 weeks or 19 weeks pregnant for this blogpost.**
Me: Do you guys know where my phone is? I need it quick.
Grey: No. I not have it.
Micah: I have it!
Me: Oh, good! I can use it, please?
**I stretch out my hand to take my phone, and Micah mimes handing me something. He doesn't actually have my phone. It is imaginary.**
Me: Oh. Thanks, I guess. This isn't really what I need.
Micah: Well? Call somebody, Mom.