I am so childish

This weekend, Bobblehead started saying words. Not sounds that I pretend to hear are real words, but actual words!

Tee heee.
He can say caka.
snort

I think it is SOOOO freaking funny.

This was our conversation over breakfast (at noon since work is in the shitter and getting worse....I will post about that later):

Me: Bobblehead, say caka.
Bobble: Caka
Me-almost falling out of my chair: Hahahahahahahaha
Bobble: Hahahahaha
**repeat a million times**

I am such a bad mom for encouraging that.

On the (semi-)brighter side, he can say hot-dog and cookie too.

Whoops

I was watching Nip/Tuck last night while Monk Man was passed out on the floor.

Or so I thought.

There was a scene where one of the guys looks at the guy he thought was a chick and says, "Whoah! You have a penis!" The guy/chick responds with, "Yeah, it goes with my balls."

I thought this was HILARIOUS and laughed my ass off.

Fast forward to today at lunch time. Hubbs, Monk Man and I are at the table, finishing lunch. Monk Man spouts off with, "Mom! I have a penis. It goes with my balls!" And he ran away giggling to his "office" (playroom). Hubbs and I looked at each other and busted up laughing.

I didn't have the heart to punish him because he technically didn't say any bad words.

I really thought he was asleep during that whole show, but I guess not.

I need TiVo so I can watch what I want after the kids go to bed.

1 Down, 3 To Go

FIL and StepMIL came over for the 1st round of Christmas. The boys got TONS of stuff. Inflatable Cars sleeping bags, DVDs, and a bathtub water slide thing just to name a few.

The WOW gift was a HUGE pop up Cars tent. This damn thing took up almost all of my living room.

I got some really cute pictures of the boys and Hubbs but I won't get them posted until we hook up MY computer again. Right now Hubbs' computer and the lap top are the only ones being used. I really don't want to put my pictures on either one so I will have to wait until I find a spot for mine.

Hubbs received lots of clothes and another BBQ set. I got clothes and new dishes. Pretty dishes. They are black with white squares on the edges.

We had an incident with Monk Man's mouth. See, he is like a sponge. We really have to start watching our mouths around him and not letting him watch our movies. He was in the kitchen and somebody asked him what he was doing. He replied with......"Just talkin about pussy."

OMG. What? A few seconds of uncomfortable silence passed.

I got the honor of trying to discipline him and find out where the hell he heard that. We went into the bathroom and had a talk about the adult words he was not allowed to say. I told him that if I EVER heard him say something like that again, I would wash his mouth out with soap again. Then I asked him where he heard that phrase because while we do cuss, we don't say THOSE kinds of words around the kids.

Turns out, it is a line from Stepbrothers with Will Farrell. Hubbs and I both had guessed it was something he had overheard my brother say. Sorry Nunk.