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.

Mission accomplished

All year, when life was sucking a big one, I kept sane by telling myself it would be ok by Christmas and I would have a tree. Well, things didn't go as well as we hoped and we are still living out of suitcases, but we have a tree dammit. Decorated even. Take that, life.

Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard...

To get her poor dog a bone.
When she got there, the cupboard was bare. Well, if you don't count the toddler and the giant bear full of animal crackers.

I didn't do it. I swear.

Silly goose

At least...

One of them is smiling

loves the brocky

Ready to go, Daddy!

Edited to add (since my supposedly "smart" phone only sees fit to include the text of my phone posts 50% of the time.) Daddy took Q to get his hair cut. Pickle stayed home with me. It was quiet, too quiet, so I went to see where she disappeared to. I found her like this, waiting for daddy to come back in and put her coat on too.

vaca sagrada!

for the past few days, quentin has been singing something unrecognizable.  at first i thought he was just making it up but he kept signing the same incoherent syllables so i knew it had to be "something".  yesterday in the car on the way home, i figured it out… he's singing the days of the week… in spanish.  good work, preschool.

Shopping list

When I picked the kids up from school today, Q had a common request: "I want to go to Target." So I asked him why we needed to go there and he answered (verbatim, because I was laughing so hard I immediately committed it to memory):

"we need, uh, dishes, and uh, baby uh pants, and uh wipes, and uh, juice boxes, and monster trucks!"

For the record, we need none of those things.

And baby pants? What the heck?

Too much Toy Story?

Quentin has started jumping off furniture. When he does so, he shouts, "To infinity and beyond!"

Conversation

Yesterday upon pick-up from school, Q asked me, "mommy, did you have a good day? Did you have fun at work?"

Of course this is a direct copy of what I ask him when I pick him up every day. But it is the first time he has started a conversation with me that is not him asking for something or about monster trucks!

On the go!

He likes Thomas

Booster seat. No chair required.

We are in the new house. We have next to nothing right now. Caroline doesn't care. She has cheese balls.

can you hear me now?

no? maybe because it's a mouse.

trick or treat!

we went trick or treating for the first time this year. quentin really liked it, especially when he realized that people were just giving him candy. at first, caroline was just happy to be part of the party. then she realized that people were handing out food and she got really into it. and then she realized we were stashing her food in a bucket and she couldn't eat it. then she got mad.

caroline doesn't use a binky. well, at least, she didn't. i think she thinks it is funny.

ready to go!

food!! please. more food!!

quack! trick or treat!

more food!

duck butt!

lilly was bold. she would ask for two. if they gave her two, she'd ask for another.

more food!

the pixar twins

trick or treat!

more food!

bag is getting heavy!

score!

like the dunkin donuts bag??

my babies - this was the best i could get of them together. too much sugar.

the group! again, the best i could get of four toddler hopped up on candy

inspecting the haul

i think they enjoyed it.

Q's first decorated pumpkin

done at school:

excellent use of black paint and glitter.

security jacket?

so caroline has adopted a security blanket. it's pink puppy. she's had it since day 1 - jeremy's fellow residents at MGH gave it to her when she was born. she has to have it. always. but we only have two so far. once stays at daycare so there is one there, and the other is usually in the crib for naps and bedtime. this is NOT pink puppy. this is a fuzzy, satin baby coat that she found somewhere in lilly and ginny's house.

halloween part one: friday nite at the mall

friday night we went to a halloween thing at the outdoor mall. they had trick or treating in the stores, bouncy houses, a hayride, and goodies.

quentin shows how well monster trucks go with a nemo costume

it is impossible to get a photo of both kids, smiling, and looking at the camera. impossible.

not sure what's going on here, other than Q is trying to push the stroller with his sister in it

caroline wasn't in costume, but she was wearing her halloween outfit so yeah, victoria's secret was giving out candy. seems appropriate. funny how they were the only store that was out...

cat ears!! chocolate face.

we told them no funny business on the hayride