Catch up

If I give everything it's own post I'll never get caught up...Here are the highlights:

Rachel has been taking pictures for a fine arts class

Happy Easter!

Miss Felicity

Parsons Family

Sisters, sisters....

Playing with an ant

More Danny-isms

Last week:

I was waking him up at 6:15am  for swimming lessons. He didn't co-operate. Pulling covers over his head, etc. Then, just like that, he rolls over and says,   "Mommy, when do I get to teach monkeys how to open bananas?"

Every night since he was born, I sing him the same song before kissing him good-night. The past two months he has taken up singing a song to me as well. Made-up melody, usually about how wonderful I am (duh). And some stuff about Scott;) 

Example: 

I love

my mommy

and  my daddy

because

they're cute

and beautiful

and they love me

Awesome and so sweet.

So this was last night's version:

My sweet,

sweet Mama

and my sweet,

sweet self...

couldn't hear the rest because I was trying to choke back my laughter...

That boy!

You're a mean one...

Day 1:
Danny:  Mommy, what's that Christmas movie with that mean guy in it, and the sled.
Me: Hmmmm, I think you mean the Grinch.
Danny: Oh, yeah, that's the one.

Day 2:
Danny: Mommy, can I watch the Scrunch after I get up from my nap?
Me: No, you have to wait till we get our Christmas boxes down. And I think you mean the Grinch.

Day 3:
Danny: Mommy, what's his name again, that guy? Oh, yeah, the Scrunch, I mean the Scrinch.
Me: (giggle, giggle) The Grinch?
Danny: Yeah, the Grinch.
Me: You know, I think I like it better when you call him the Scrinch.