Been busy busy busy...but last night Tayshawn made me giggle so I thought I'd share.
I was at the table eating dinner. Tayshawn was sitting on the couch playing a video game on his DS. That in itself is a good time because he talks to his video games "Ka-Chigga, Ka-Chigga, Ka-Chigga..." (like Chick Hicks in Cars) or "I gotta find Mack. Go Mater!" It's so much fun just being in the same room as him when he's playing a video game.
But anyway...back to last night. He's playing his DS and making comments, most of which go unnoticed by me. Out of nowhere, right after saying "Go, Lightening! Go, Lightening!", he starts laughing...hysterically. Totally out of the blue, the kid starts cracking up! So I ask him "Tayshawn, what are you doing over there?" and he stops and says, with kind of a giggle in his voice, "I'm just laughing..."
lol yeah, I got that part, kid. hahahaha. :)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
It's been a long time...
I didn't mean to slack on posting...but with the holidays and birthdays, I've been swamped!!
Our hysterical boys just turned a year older. Tayshawn turned 4 on February 5th and Kenyon turned 10 on February 7th. They went bowling Saturday and when I told Tayshawn that I hoped he would win, he looked at me very seriously and said "I'm GONNA win." and then turned and went back to brushing his teeth. Little stinker!
Here are some stories that I've been wanting to post for a while...
Tayshawn enjoys looking at my pictures, mostly because my phone is a touch screen and you slide through the pics with your finger. He usually pushes too hard and can't get them to move, at which point he gives up on looking at pictures and wants to take them. Anywho, as he's looking through pictures from a weekend spent in Ben's city, he comes across a photo of Ben playing the bass. (yes, my boyfriend is a musician *yum*) Tayshawn turns to me and asks "Melissa, Ben plays the matar?" (that's guitar in 3-year-old speak...) I inadvertantly say "No, he plays the bass." because Ben has trained me well. I realize that 3-year-olds don't know the difference between a "matar" and a "bass", because to him it sure does look like a guitar, so I quickly follow that with "A bass is a kind of guitar." Tayshawn looks interested and says "He plays bass?" and I say "Yep". A long pause is followed up with "Why don't you just call it a matar?" 3-year-old logic is flawless! :)
One night, Tayshawn and I were playing in his room...you know, jumping from things and throwing balls into hoops. We found a small, plastic basketball to throw at the hoop hooked onto the back of Tayshawn's door. I picked it up to find that it was predominantly deflated and squished it around about. [Backstory: Conny was in the kitchen making homemade mashed potatoes] Tayshawn tells me "Melissa, that ball has no air." and takes it from me. This couldn't have been timed any better...as soon as he grabs the mostly deflated basketball and starts squeezing it, Conny turns on the hand mixer in the kitchen. A look of confusion immediately crosses both of our faces, but I quickly understand where the noise is coming from. Tayshawn, however, can't seem to figure out where the noise is coming from. With a very curious look on his face, he slowly brings the deflated ball closer to his ear and sqeezes the ball some more... When I realize that he thinks the sound of the hand mixer is coming from the flat basketball, I erupt into laughter. He gets a smile on his face, because by my laughter he knows the noise must NOT be coming from the ball. I took him into the kitchen to show him the noise...but I will never forget the look on his face as he brought that ball up to his ear to get a closer listen! :)
Our hysterical boys just turned a year older. Tayshawn turned 4 on February 5th and Kenyon turned 10 on February 7th. They went bowling Saturday and when I told Tayshawn that I hoped he would win, he looked at me very seriously and said "I'm GONNA win." and then turned and went back to brushing his teeth. Little stinker!
Here are some stories that I've been wanting to post for a while...
Tayshawn enjoys looking at my pictures, mostly because my phone is a touch screen and you slide through the pics with your finger. He usually pushes too hard and can't get them to move, at which point he gives up on looking at pictures and wants to take them. Anywho, as he's looking through pictures from a weekend spent in Ben's city, he comes across a photo of Ben playing the bass. (yes, my boyfriend is a musician *yum*) Tayshawn turns to me and asks "Melissa, Ben plays the matar?" (that's guitar in 3-year-old speak...) I inadvertantly say "No, he plays the bass." because Ben has trained me well. I realize that 3-year-olds don't know the difference between a "matar" and a "bass", because to him it sure does look like a guitar, so I quickly follow that with "A bass is a kind of guitar." Tayshawn looks interested and says "He plays bass?" and I say "Yep". A long pause is followed up with "Why don't you just call it a matar?" 3-year-old logic is flawless! :)
One night, Tayshawn and I were playing in his room...you know, jumping from things and throwing balls into hoops. We found a small, plastic basketball to throw at the hoop hooked onto the back of Tayshawn's door. I picked it up to find that it was predominantly deflated and squished it around about. [Backstory: Conny was in the kitchen making homemade mashed potatoes] Tayshawn tells me "Melissa, that ball has no air." and takes it from me. This couldn't have been timed any better...as soon as he grabs the mostly deflated basketball and starts squeezing it, Conny turns on the hand mixer in the kitchen. A look of confusion immediately crosses both of our faces, but I quickly understand where the noise is coming from. Tayshawn, however, can't seem to figure out where the noise is coming from. With a very curious look on his face, he slowly brings the deflated ball closer to his ear and sqeezes the ball some more... When I realize that he thinks the sound of the hand mixer is coming from the flat basketball, I erupt into laughter. He gets a smile on his face, because by my laughter he knows the noise must NOT be coming from the ball. I took him into the kitchen to show him the noise...but I will never forget the look on his face as he brought that ball up to his ear to get a closer listen! :)
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