boogers and aliens

Isaac and I were sitting in the chair tonight with Fozzie in our laps.

I: "There's boogers in Fozzie's nose."
(There weren't)
J: "Are there boogers in your nose?"
I: "No...I took them out."

I shouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know the truth.

Also, I overheard this statement from the bathtub tonight...
"I want to see your weenie under the water..."
I don't really know where to go with that one. I'm hoping it's a guy thing.

And finally for today, as we speak, Tim is whining from his bed because I won't let him watch TV with me. He says that I'm upsetting him, and wants to know why we can't be best friends. He then proceeded to come out, promising to be quiet, which prompted Isaac to come out also to see if he could get in on the action. I finally had to state loudly "GET BACK IN YOUR BEDS!" This resulted in tears from Tim, and I was informed that I was hurting his heart. (What the hell is he watching on TV?) The icing on the cake was he just said he was having bad dreams about aliens...and he hasn't even gone to sleep yet.

Gotta go...must calm fears about aliens.

Classic Tim

I had to add a few classic Timothy moments before they leave my brain forever...

Several months ago, we had come home from work/daycare and for a reason I have now forgotten, I took my rings off in the boys' bathroom and left them there. Later on in the night, Tim was in there going to the bathroom. He comes out with big eyes and the conversation went something like this:

T: "Sorry mom."
J: "What are you talking about? What happened?"
T: "Your ring is in the toilet."
J: "WHAT?!?!"
T: "It was an accident!!!"
J: "Did you flush it?!?!?"
T: "No..."

I rush into the bathroom and lo and behold, I see the back part of the band of my WEDDING RING....under a piece of poop. That's right folks, after he "accidently" dropped my ring in the toilet, he "accidently" pooped on top of it. OMG. So I brace myself, grab it out touching as little poop as possible, and proceed to scrub my hands incessantly. Everything was OK and I was so relieved that my ring was not sailing through the sewer pipes that I wasn't even mad. But I will never understand what possessed him to poop on the ring. Ever. As long as I live.

On a less disgusting note, just this month, on three different occasions, Timothy has been randomly chatting about something or other and out of nowhere, will end his thought with a wistful, "And I love chocolate...". Hilarious. I think everyone should throw one of those into their daily conversations.

And finally, since the boys bathe together, we have had to have the conversation about which parts are private and therefore only you are allowed to touch them. Actually, we have had to have that conversation a couple times... Anyway, Tim took the conversation to heart and has now become the body part police. Last night they were getting undressed to get in the bath tub and Isaac was proudly yet crudely making his nakedness known, so Tim yells, "MOM - Isaac has his privacy out!!"

genderless?

So yesterday evening, we were on our way to Grandma Shelley's (so I could get a dinner out with old coworkers) and the argument at the time is what color the ambient lighting in the car should be. (Yes, I can change it in my car from orange, pink, purple, and blue. It's awesome.) Timothy wanted blue, Isaac wanted pink...

Timothy: "Pink is a girl's color!"
Isaac: "Nuh-UH!"
T:"Yeah-HUH! You're a boy! Mama's a girl!"
I: "Nuh-uh! Mama'a not a giwl!"
T:"Yeah-huh!"
I:"NUH-UH!!!"
Me: "Isaac - I'm a girl!"
I: "No you're not!"
Me: "Well, I'm not a boy!"
I: "You're a MAMA!!"

So, I'm a mama, we compromised with blue ambient lighting on the way there and orange on the way home. (Isaac later tapped me on the shoulder and whispered that he wanted orange on the way home. Apparently, pink IS a giwl's color.)