Steven’s running around right now with his “peanut” dangling about (his word, not mine). He dropped his drawers and runs over, crowing, “Mommy!!! Look my peanut!!!” Kthnxdude. It’s charming. Quite a work of art. And, at times, a bit alarming. But, I digress.
He’s developed a lovely new expression when I won’t let him do what he wants. It’s rather endearing, actually. As he walks away, he mutters, “Stupid mommy”. Cool, huh? He’s such a stinky, dirty boy.
Henry’s a mighty, mighty master of funk. He’s starting to really dig music & is starting to bop along a little bit (upper body only) when he hears it. He’s also army crawling all over the place & is totally digging Steven’s trains. He’s completely abandoned his toys in favor of Steven’s. I can only imagine the disagreements to come. “No, Squishy, that’s MINE!!!!” “DTRRTRRTRRTRRTRRTRR PTHBLBLBTHBLTHBLTH!!!”
We’re right now watching Monsters Inc. for the 4th time TODAY. That’s right, TODAY. I think we’ve seen this movie 15 times over the past week. I’m starting to discern nuances in the performances that probably aren’t there. I can hardly stand to listen to John Goodman anymore because it sounds like his larynx is completely surrounded by 14 layers of fat & it’s about to suffocate him. Like he’s going to drown within his throat on his own fat. Totally gross.
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