attack of the sillies
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very large five

December 16th, 2013

LOL, I enticed Andrew into the tub for a bubble bath. He kicked his feet around, splashed water everywhere, and quite enjoyed his beer. ROFL He is five…

And the next morning:
Andrew woke up to another bubble bath. He immediately immersed himself to his chin and overflowing water cascaded onto the floor. LOL FIVE!

I mishear on purpose

December 14th, 2013

Chris: “Okay, I’m going to buzz my face, brush my hair, and put on my shoes.”
Me: “So, wait, you’re going to buzz your shoes, put on your hair, and brush your face?”
Chris chuckles.

And then the other evening, as Andrew was getting tucked into bed for the night: “Put the fan on me, and then turn it on.”
So, I lay the box fan across his legs, and then started speaking to it seductively.
Andrew: “AUGH!”
Me: “Heehee.”


December 11th, 2013

frozenI sent this to Andrew. A few minutes later he burst into the bedroom to bawl on my shoulder. “OMG the pictures were SO CUTE!” I jiggled as I giggled quietly. He sniffled. “Shut up.” And then he started giggling too.


December 4th, 2013

Taking Our Online Relationship To The Next Level

Andrew and me in 7 seconds. LOL

beer for bears

December 3rd, 2013

beer patch

Andrew’s been wearing his favorite denim jeans to pieces. I had to iron on a patch on a particularly shredded spot. I offered to make a shape out of the patch, as it would be on the outside. He said, “Whatever.” I did this. He coos every time he looks at it, “It’s so cuuuute!”

No!… okay.

December 3rd, 2013

I learned long ago to ignore whatever Andrew is saying. rofl
Me: “Here is some ice cream.”
Andrew, bellowing: “I don’t want ice cream!” *eats the ice cream*
Me: “C’mere, let’s cuddle.”
Andrew, hollaring: “I don’t want to cuddle!” *hops into bed and cuddles*
Me: “Gimme kissies.”
Andrew: “No, I’m busy!” *kissies*


paper cut

November 22nd, 2013

Chris wandered by Andrew’s side table, and observed that the guy in the picture on the front of the paper PCC pamphlet had been stabbed many many times. That would explain why I heard “stabbity stabbity” throughout the evening last night.

unsatisfactory answer

November 21st, 2013

Andrew’s telling me a bit of LoTR lore.
Andrew: “Did you know that Galandriel had one of the rings of power?”
Me: “Yes. I’ve watched the movies.”
Me: *snarfs and flits out of the room*

graceful, he is not

November 20th, 2013

I’m cuddling with Andrew.
Suddenly, a wild cat (lovingly dubbed our poor retarded son) appears.
He makes his way around the perimeter of the bed, then investigates between the wall and the head of the bed. He reaches the end.
He then tries to turn around by tucking his head under his body, which has the end result of his back legs and butt abruptly being up in the air.
He bicycles his legs around for a moment, before uprighting himself. All Andrew hears is the scrabbling around, I’m snarfing too hard for the next few moments to describe what just happened.

on a cylinder, perhaps?

November 9th, 2013

And then there was the time that Andrew exclaimed, “Oh look, music from the 1700s,” and I replied immediately in a stupid tone of voice, “Was it recorded then?” to which he ignored me. :o)