Decorating

"Violet, you are my kitten sister and I love that you like to sit in my bed and do purring. I know you like my fish mobile up there on the ceiling. I can get you your own mobile or something. Wait. I know just what you should have. Hey Mom? Mom? Can I get a poster of turkey lunch meat? You will love that, Vi. You very will."

3:20 AM

Photo via We Heart It

"Mom? Are you awake? Mom?"

"What's going on, Honey? Are you okay?"

"I had a bad dream. Can you get in my bed, please?"

"Sure. What was your dream about?"

"There was a closet monster and he was a bad guy and there was wind and loud things."

"That sounds scary."

"It was a very nightmare."

"Well let's think of some good things we can dream about instead."

"I'll go first. Ice cream would be a good dream."

"That would be very good. Okay, I'll pick birds flying."

"Together? Like a family?"

"Yes. I like them when they fly in a formation that looks like the letter V."

"Me too. I'll pick ice cream for my next dream after that. Except this time I'll pick chocolate."

"Nice. Okay I need a really good one now..."

"I have an extra good one for you, Mom."

"Let me guess. Ice cream?"

"Yeah and you can pick any flavor you want."

"Sweet dreams, Bob."

Smacksy Sunday Links

Remembering.

Photo Via

Check out this amazing house/museum/story/something special place in London from Visual Vamp. I found it via La Boheme Maison.

They are Irish. They are awesome.

And :33 seconds of Happy Bouncing Otters.

Have a lovely Sunday.

Smacksy Satuday Photo: My In-House Pastry Chef

"Okay, Mom. You can look now. I know you like Star Wars a lot so I made you this Star Wars cake to get ready for your birthday and it's wood so you won't be allergic to it because wood doesn't have wheat in it and so, ready Mom? May The Cake be with you! Get it? Like The Force? May The Cake be with you!"

The Dismount

One way we are celebrating the Jewish New Year: Bob put on his pants all by himself today for the very first time. Shana Tovah, everyone.

Re-thinking the Nicknames

Evidence of a Playdate in Progress

"Mama! Mama! Mama!"

"What's wrong?"

"Brandon was over there and then me and J.P. were playing over here and then my noggin hit J.P.'s noggin and now the noggin part of my body is hurting. It's hurting so much!"

"I bet it is, Poops. Let me see. J.P. are you okay?"

"Yeah... Bob's Mom? You called Bob, 'Poops.'"

"Yes, I did."

"That was funny."

"Mom, you should call me just Bob."

"Okay, Just Bob."

"Mama!"

"Bob's Mom? That was funny too."

Apres Playdate

"Mom? I need to have a relax."