Making A Party

Every time I want to be mad at this kid he says something hilarious that makes all the anger just disappear into oblivion.

Justin and I were laying in bed and Gabe comes in and starts turning the light switch on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off......

Me: GABE STOP!!!!!!!!

Gabe: on and off and on and off and on and off

Me: GABRIEL, STOP NOW!!!

Gabe: But Mom, I'm just makin a party!!!

I Ate My Toenail

I think every kid has a "sneaky look." At least Gabe has one, fo sho.

Today that little devilish smile showed up when I walked into the room.

Me: What'd you do?

Gabe: I ate it. *sheepish grin, stares at floor*

Me: What'd you eat? * Silently prays "Dear God please don't let this answer lead to another poison control call. They must be getting suspicious by now" *

Gabe: I ate my toenail.


I don't think I need to say anything else.

Lickin The Bowl

I remember the pure elation I felt when I was a little kid and my mom would let me lick the spoon or the bowl after baking some sweet treat. (Granted, with my Mom it was usually a wheat germ brownie or carrot bread)

Gabe LOVES to be in the kitchen. And he ALWAYS licks the brownie bowl clean. =)

I'm A "Merg"

Gabe is totally in the phase where he makes up his own words.

I just typed in "Merg" on Google Image search and this is what popped up. That's REALLY scary. Do you see the confederate flag covering the you know what??

The other day we were in the car and Gabe goes, "Mom.... you're a Merg. You and Zoe, you guys are mergs."

So I said, "Is Dad a merg?" and Gabe replied, "Nope, just you and Zoe."

"Is being a 'Merg' a good thing?" I asked. Gabe paused. "Yes." He said.