Dog Biscuits

While shopping at Target tonight Benjamin LOUDLY and insistantly begged to eat dog biscuits that we had just bought at PetSmart. We finally just got home and opened the box for Wiggy to have one. Benjamin insisted on eating one, too.

"I kinda like it. And I kinda don't like it."

At least he's stopped demanding we give him some. He's letting Wiggy enjoy the rest of the box. Now he says he's hungry for dinosaurs. Oh my. Glad we got him a RoboRaptor for his birthday. Yummy! Now if we could get him to eat real human food.

Transition

Saying goodnight to our 2-year old and waking up to our 3-year old.

Buttlock and Snickerdoodles

So there's a new dance craze sweeping the Coffey-Kivett household. It's called the buttlock. Imagine a headlock. Now imagine you're locking someone's butt instead of their head. Now imagine you're using your butt to do it. Yes, it is as awesome as you're imagining. I invented it a couple of days ago (this is Henry), for reasons that I think are obvious. Or not.
Last night, after gorging his tiny tummy on my slightly dry but otherwise delicious homemade snickerdoodles (this is actually pronounced snack-ah-doodahls, btw), Benjamin started buttlocking like an expert. Seriously. His butt, by the way, is mostly out of diapers these days. We were so used to a big bunchy diaper butt, that his little buns now seem like tiny pink plums. Plums that lock.
We had a really fun night, and he totally dug my sweet buttlocking and kicking dance moves. He'd annouce "Buttlock!" and totally lock butt. Then I'd lock his butt and he'd yell, "take it back," and throw it back at me. A little more practice and I think we'll be ready for the big time. Whatever the "big time" is in the buttlocking world.

Raining Birds

This afternoon Halmuni visited us through an enormous flock of grackles. Like a hundred of them. They were in our backyard flying all around and at one point they all began diving down to the ground from the trees.

"It's raining birds," said Benjamin.

It really was. It was beautiful.

This Morning

It is icy outside this morning and while we were snuggling in bed Benjamin asks, "Where are my presents?"

"What presents?" (Nisha)
"The presents from Santa."
"Santa brings presents on Christmas and it's not Christmas yet." (Henry)
"It is Christmas. It is icy outside. Why would Santa not bring presents on this icy Christmas day?" Good point.

A few minutes later while we are still snuggling I said, "My head is itching." Benjamin comes back with, "My pig is licking." Hee-hee!

WordWorld

While watching "WorldWorld" this morning Benjamin began to cough.

*Cough* *Cough*

"I don't like Pig."
"Why don't you like Pig?"
"He makes me cough. He's too cough-y."

I had no idea he was allergic to pigs.

Peek-A-Boo & What's YOUR Super Power?

Tonight I taught Benjamin about the secret exit that are in his new Yo Gabba Gabba underwear (we are still potty training). He was so excited to discover this nifty feature of his underwear he spontaneously erupted into song. While trying out the newly discovered undie feature he sang Andy Sanburg's Dance-y Dance song from Yo Gabba Gabba, "Chomp, Chomp, Chippy Chippy Chomp." But when he sings it is it, "Tomp, Tomp, Tippy Tippy Tomp!"

Henry and Benjamin are running around the island playing chase. After many days in the house because of the cold weather and lots of papers to write (Henry's end of semester which he just finished minutes ago, yey!) they have lots of energy to burn.

Benjamin: "What's your super power?" Mine is poop power!"
Henry: "Mine is pee power!"
Benjamin: "Mine is bahngoo, panggoo power! (Korean for fart)"

Now they are dinosaurs.

Benjamin: "Let's put on a show, Microraptor! (talking to Henry)"

I love my boys!