Pictures? You're taking pictures of me with this marker on my face?
The dazed and confused look, he gets it from his father. Marker? What marker? There's marker on my face?
Joe. Joe, Joe, Joe! Oh, the shrieks of, "MOMMY," that you have elicited from your brothers in your short span of years. What would we do without you? I'll tell you what we would do, we (read I) would be able to answer nature's call in peace! We do love you, grasshopper!
His new phrase, when strapped in his carseat is, "stuck," followed by whines and grunts. I would tell him that he is supposed to be stuck, but he is a cunning little grasshopper, feigning a "poopie" to get out of his carseat. He discovered that Mommy would rather change his diaper on the bench seat of the van than lose time by stopping at a rest area. Kevin did the driving and I was in charge of all things fecal and foodal. Joe was really a trooper for the ride down to Wilmington, but he quickly discovered that a "poopie" would get him a carseat reprieve. He would yell "poopie" and, curiously enough, an odor would accompany the announcement, and I would get him out to change him. I let him sit for a few minutes outside of the carseat, and then, back in he would go. He would scream like an innocent man condemned to the electric chair,(o.k., maybe not that bad, but still, it's loud in a confined space.)
He is too funny.
I'll update later if I hear anything.