Ain't that just like a man

So I went to volunteer at this adoption thing today for animals. You know the odds of bringing home and animal are greatly increased when you pack your debit card and a blank check "just in case". So I found this cat and brought him home cause what house doesn't need its very own Ninja?

Toby met the cat and just like a 50 year old man who sees a fine new girl and kicks his wife to the curb after 30 years of marriage, Toby has decided Ninja is WAY COOOOLER than Domino who up until now has been his absolute best bud.

Funniest part of the new Ninja fascination... Toby seems to have put together some rhyming things today. Earlier it was "1-2-3, get ready to spank me." This one was "NINJA, 1-2-3, come on and follow me"... followed by about 10 trips into the living room to beg Ninja to come get in his bed, to have me send Ninja in there, to let him have his turn with Ninja.

I told him to see if Domino would go lay in his bed and he shuffled away saying "Ninja is way better".... sorry Domino, you've so been kicked to the curb!

Pretty Pink Piglet

Last night Toby was all amped up about meeting Mary and Ken and would not go to sleep, would not be quiet and kept whining for me to lay with him. At times like these, if I am even 2% sleepy and not in the middle of something, I will just tell him to get his crap and get in mommy's bed. This way I stand to get some sleep... not balanced on the edge of his twin size bed that is. Oh, and the reason I am on the very edge is because of his "guys" (aka his stuffed friends).

So when he comes to my bed, I tell him to bring TWO guys. This turns into a negotiation fest where I keep saying two and he says three, four, and all of these... all of these works out to about 8 which once they are carefully bedded down next to him, puts me right back balancing on the edge of my QUEEN SIZE bed. Only advantage is when one of them kicks me in the night, on the floor they go!

Well last night all the guys and Toby and mommy were snuggled down for a long winter nap and Toby picks up this stuffed Piglet. Piglet and Curious George were mommy's and date back probably 15 years. But he loves them way more than I did since I just shoved them in a box in my closet so I let him have them. So here is last night's conversation.

Toby: Come here Piglet (to the stuffed friend). Piglet is my favorite. (to mommy)

Mommy: Uhh huh baby. That's nice.

Toby: Piglet is the best of the guys. He's pink.

Mommy: (who has snapped her eyes open now) He's the best because he is pink?!?!

Toby: Yes (as he lovingly cuddles Piglet and rubs his tummy). He's so pink and pretty and he is the best of them all.

Mommy: siiiigh!

Take that Josiah! You may love purple (which is somewhat acceptable for a boy) but my little man loves PINK!

Wink wink

One of my absolute favorite parts of every day is where I get to wake up Toby. I slide into his bed under the blanket and scratch his back and kiss any spot I can get my lips on without getting decked as he wakes up. This morning he woke to the realiziation that he can open each eye individually. So I watched in amusement as he learned how to wink. First he closed his right eye, then he opened it. Then he closed it. Then he tried holding it shut with his finger. Cause you know winking is about as easy as whistling when you are a little squirt. Then he bounced straight up out of his laying down position and screamed "Mommy, look! I only got one eye!" with his whole face squinched up like Popeye.

It's moments like that where I wish his every growing up moment would be captured on film for me to sit back and watch later.

And the picture is the heart he drew for me last night... and I put on there just cause I can! Wink!

this one's for Mitzi

I have this friend at work who is so tickled by my random stories about my son Toby that she tells me to start a blog. This has a huge draw in the fact that Facebook really limits my creativity in a lot of Toby stories because they count by characters used and cut me off before I get to the really funny parts. So, in the interest of preserving both the full humor of the bulk of these stories and the fact that I have one built in reader in Mitzi, here commences my blog about being the mom of this marvelous little boy.


Day 1 - Today I went to work, pulled into the parking garage, stuck my hand up to tuck my hair behind my ear and felt something weird. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I had a monster green booger stuck in my hair. This was NOT my booger. Nor do I feel even slightly better about the fact that I went into his school with this booger in my hair, talked to a WHOLE BUNCH of people, all the while feeling cute and sassy in my pink sweater... when in reality I am nothing more than a booger head.


Toby is a smart, funny, adorable, crazy child. Through my random thoughts, pictures, videos and the things that come out of this mouth, you will soon realize just how blessed I am!!