I’ve been up since 3:30 this morning. Something is up with Baba’s mouth - either a canker sore or a molar coming in - and he was up and miserable, and so were we. I’m so tired I can’t keep my head up.

Where’s the caffeine?

I am so ready for teens who sleep all the time.

Meanwhile, Baba woke up Freebird, who got up and colored in his room. Amazing.

Conversation from last night via Hubby:

“What did you do at school today, Freebird?”
“Mysterious things.”

0_o

Last night I had the opportunity to pick up Freebird early and wanted to take him to dinner, just him and me, then go back for Baba O’Riley. Baba has been cutting molars and has been very clingy, and I felt like Freebird hadn’t been receiving as much attention. So I figured, dinner with just mommy would be fun for both of us.

And of course I get to the school, and I’m putting his coat on when the phone rings - and it’s the school. Calling to tell me that Baba is running a temp and I need to take him home, too. DANG IT.

So we all went to dinner, which was chaotic, but I did get to have the following conversation:

Me: “I saw your friend C. give you a hug and call you his buddy. Is he your buddy?”
Freebird: “Yeah.”
Me: “What about T? Is he your buddy.”
Freebird: “No, he’s more a man of action.”

0_o?!

On a recent trip to AC Moore for cake baking supplies (see the cake?) I bought Freebird a beginning reader based on Toy Story. It was a level 2 book but he can read it without difficulty. So I looked at the level 3 books when I went back - and OH MY GOD. They had one about Balto, and I thought, ok. Dog sleds! Iditarod! Snow! Alaska! So I pick up the book and I page through it.

I SHIT YOU NOT: three pages describing children dying of diptheria. Sweet holy crap. For an age range of K-3. Are you kidding me?! How in the world am I going to explain that, let alone the concept that “diptheria” is a good word to know at that age.

Maybe there’s a beginning reader about antidisestablishmentarianism. 

Freebird: “I GOT MAD SKILLZ.”

Hubby, even when his rip roaring mad at Freebird: *CRACKS UP IMMEDIATELY.*

Let mad skillz be your guide to humor and getting out of trouble!

I am so freaking tired. Do I go to bed early? No. Ergo: I am a moron.

Freebird: TOTALLY into Tag reading with the Leapfrog books. HOW in the name of POTPOURRI would anyone make a device that holds 8MB of data and make it NOT EXPANDABLE?! Are you Leapfrog bastards completely Daft?! On the other hand, Freebird is reading and reading well above his age, so he’s very happy to have books that he can read and if he can’t figure out a word, he uses the pen to tell him what it is.

Freebird also drew himself skiing at school in a picture for the classroom wall. I had no idea that he knew what skiing was, but I think he and I are going to go out for lessons very soon one day on a weekend. Have to find him some snow pants, first, though.

Baba: The most verbal 2 year old in the world. And because he can articulate what it is that he wants, he expects you to get it for him. NOW.

Baba: I WANT YOGURT.
Me: How do you ask for what you want, buddy?
Baba: YOGURT POOPY?!
Me: No.
Baba: Yogurt Poopy Poopy? (trying to crack me up at this point)
Me: No.
Baba: Yogurt Pee pee Poopy?
*I start to smile*
Baba: YAY! YOGURT POOPY MOMMY! GO GET IT FOR ME NOW!