There's a commercial on TLC for the newest season of Trading Spaces. They're bringing Paige Davis back to host. I'm thrilled. I love Paige...not the point of my story, though. The commercial came on last night & it BabyGirl watched it intently. At the end they say, "She's here to (blah, blah, blah) and tear out your ceiling fan!" BabyGirl leaped up & shouted, "That's just mean! Why would she tear out people's ceiling fans? They need those. It might get hot in their houses!" I said, "That's just what they do on that show. They redecorate." "Well, it's still mean." I agree. If Hilda Santo Tomas showed up at my door, I'd lock it & call 911. She scares me. I do not need some strange woman gluing straw to my door. My kids track enough of it in on their clothes!
I was heading out the door after tucking the boys in a few nights ago when I heard B.B. holler at me. I asked what was wrong & he said, "On my birf-day, my cake wants a be blue & my tandles wanna' be red." OK, Bud...your birthday isn't for 9 months, but I'll keep that in mind.
We had pizza for lunch. After he was done eating, #1 Son asked if I would give Bitsy some pizza. I told him she wasn't big enough for pizza yet. He said, "You can put it in her sucky thing & she can eat it!" (The sucky thing is a mesh Baby Safe Feeder. I put bananas in it yesterday for her & he was fascinated.)
Friday night I went to round the kids up for bedtime stories only to find B.B. tucking 3 stuffed animals into his bed. As he followed me from the room, he turned & pointed all 4 of his fingers at his bed (a signature B.B. gesture) and sang, "Good night my beautiful babies!" Precious.