Hockadoodledoo and other Q-randomness

He's been full of it lately.  I guess he's picking it up at school, but he just says and does the funniest things these days.  And I need to get better about posting these as they happen.  Having a home computer set up might help.  Consider it a new year's resolution.  And maybe I will locate my camera too.  It's good to have goals.

 

As I was merging on to the highway after leaving daycare last week, in a super serious and kinda bossy tone:

"Mommy, be careful.  Don't hit the cars.  Don't hit the trucks.  Be careful."

 

He is also monster-crazy.  He still talks about Lilly's "monster kitty" and our next door neighbors have a "monster doggy" (a super friendly lab.)  He loves to pretend there are monsters in his room, closet, on his train table, in the kitchen, where ever.  He'll say, "Mommy, I scared. Monster in the (fill in the blank.)"  Then, because he's gotten used to me responding with it, he'll say, "Monster.  Get out!  No monsters allowed in the (fill in the blank.)"

 

Yesterday, we had our family Christmas, mainly so we don't have to lug all their gifts up to Massachusetts and then bring them right back.  (Especially considering their main gift was a play kitchen!)  Each gift he opened, he asked, as he started tearing the wrapping paper, "Is it a monster truck?" Oh. No."  It was a sad affair, I guess, because we did not give him any monster trucks.

 

He has also taken to sleeping in his closet.  It is not a large closet, mind you.  It's a typical 1920s house closet, like the size of a coat closet these days.  He has curl up in a ball to even fit in there.  But he insists on having his pillow pet and his blankets in there.  We tuck him in, and then once he has fallen asleep, we go back in and move him to his bed.  It's better than what we've been doing for the past month though.  He had been insisting that once of us cuddle with him every night, which basically means one of us falls asleep in his bed with him while the other one is stuck making lunches, feeding dogs, doing laundry, and all the other household chores.

 

When we are in our living room on the couch, he will shut the lights off and tell us its time for bed.  He'll make one of us lie down on the couch and then bring us a monster truck to "cuddle" with.  It is then expected that that person pretend to fall asleep.  Once Q is sufficiently happy with the fake sleeper, he'll tip toe over to the other one of us and ask if he can "hockadoodledoo".  He then gets in the sleeper's face and yells, "HOCKADOODLEDOO!"  Then repeat this like 8 times in a row.  It doesn't get old.