Wow, its been a while since I blogged on my boy. This is such a super busy time of year, everyone is ready for family portraits and Christmas cards, so I don’t get as much time with the camera and the boy at the same time. We’ve been working on getting the Christmas card photos lately though, so here are some favorites, along with a 10 Aidanisms List.
10. Toy Story 3 is the greatest movie ever made. Ever. And the reason it is so cool is because it is 3, just like meee. I have seen it at least 8,342,2340 times. Aidan thinks it gets better with time. Not exaggerating here–its been seen so much that it is WEARING out. Its never left the DVD player, yet is filled with skips now. WORN out.
9. “That will be good.” I smile everytime he says it. He gives me his idea of how to do something or what to do, then follows with this.
8. “Santa Claus is watching you, Daddy.”
7. For some reason, the North Pole has a train. Shhh, don’t tell him but we are taking him on a surprise trip to the Polar Express to ride the train and go to the north pole to see Santa. Can you say EXCITED boy? Oh man I can hardly wait!
6. Aidan is obsessed with helping me wash clothes. I use the term help loosely. So far, here are the things that have gone through the washing machine: Hand sanitizer, hand soap, lotion, clorox cleanup, tea, yoohoo, and my personal favorite, my vitamins.
5. He squirted neosporin inside the old xbox in an attempt to “fix it”.
4. Mismatched shoes are ok. I especially love the too small neon blue croc with the red bedroom slipper.
3. Now is the time of year to wear his wife beater shirts under his clothes…and this is “so no one will see my boobies.”
2. Favorite Mis-pronounced words: Alligator (elevator), Banoa Gar (Granola Bar), Chomper (Stapler), Tweezers (chopsticks), HobbyWobby (you know that Elmer Fudd thing I love), Mixer (dispenser), and my personal favorite-”that envelope that you poop on.” This would be a whoopie cushion.
1. The public just loves this. In a public restroom, while he sits on the potty, he feels the need to say “Mommy, I wuuuub you.” I don’t know why he pronouces his love while he does his business, but I always hear chuckles and awe’s from adjoining stalls as my little one announces his affection.
And I wub him right back.