Wind

McKay tooted and then looked at me with the most serious face and said, "There's wind in my body, mommy." I've never laughed so hard in my life. I'm still laughing. That just took the expression 'breaking wind' to a whole other level. Ha.ha. Funny, funny boy.

McKay-isms

Little moments to remember:

One Sunday morning, I came downstairs wearing a new necklace. McKay ran up to me for some hugs. He grabbed my necklace in his little hands and told me, "So cuuute, mommy. Soo cuuute." So funny that he noticed. He made my day. 

I was driving home one evening with the boys and noticed a UPS truck parked in our neighborhood. McKay loves trucks. Anything that moves, really. He always points out the trains, airplanes, buses, and big trucks.

Mommy: McKay, look at the big truck. (he looked). It's a UPS truck.

McKay: Nooo! No PS!

Mommy: Yeah, UPS truck.

McKay: (angry now) No PS, mommy! No PS! Mommy PS! 

(haha. he was thinking I said "you" ps)

Mommy: No, not McKay PS, it's called a U-P-S truck.

McKay: Nooo PS! Mommy PS!

Mommy: Ok, no PS.

Sometimes I sing along in the car. Yes, I am that girl. & I know you all do it too.

McKay: No singing Mommy!!!

(still singing).

McKay: Stooooopp it Mommy! No singing!

(singing louder now and dancing along with it. I like to tease.)

McKay: (reeeally angry now). NOOO SINGING AND NOO DANCING MOMMY!!!!!!

I thought this kind of stuff wasn't supposed to happen until he was a teenager. or is it that bad? (my singing and dancing). :)

McKay has been potty trained for quite some time now. However, we do still use the pull-ups at night. I'm just not quite ready to let go of those yet. ;) Every morning he puts on  his 'big boy pants', aka underwear. But one morning he tried to pretend he didn't know how to put them on anymore.

Mommy: Come on McKay, you're a big boy, you can do it.

McKay: No, Mommy help me.

Mommy: McKay, I know you can do it. You're a big boy. 

McKay: No! I'm NOT a big boy! I'm little.

Well, I guess he got me there. He is still little. & too cute not to help. I'm a sucker. and he knows it.

One particular night, he had been sick and had an accident in his pull-up in the middle of the night. The really not-so-fun kind of accident. He changed himself and came into our bedroom.

McKay: Mommy, doggie poo-poo. (his tone as if he were doing me a big favor, that he had noticed to point it out)

Mommy: (half asleep still) ??? (and puzzled).

McKay: Mommy, doggie poo-poo. (pointing to his room).

Mommy: What?! ummm, we don't have a dog. McKay.

Nice try McKay. Gross. but I guess kind of funny in hindsight. Trying to blame some made-up, imaginary dog. and thinking he could pull-it off. Poor kid, stomach bugs happen.