One-liners from the crib

Today I got a little sentimental for a silly reason. My friend Holly and I took our kids to the movie theater for a free showing of Madagascar 2. (A brilliant idea that Holly had since it's 105 degrees today, and by the way, she is full of these fabulous ideas :) Anyway, this morning while I was getting Grayson dressed I suddenly remembered a page in his baby book for all of his "firsts". When he was just a baby, I specifically remember looking at the spot titled "First Movie" and thinking "Well, that will be a loooong time before I fill that one in. It will be forever before he has the attention span for that!" At the theater, I got a little teary eyed as I looked over at him sitting in the seat beside me drinking his juice and loving every minute. Sniff sniff. (Of course, it only lasted 45 minutes before he decided that crawling under the seats and playing on the stairs was way more fun. Good thing it was free. And he had a nice full-blown temper tantrum on the way out to the car. So lovely :)

Update on "I Spy"...Grayson's latest obsession with this game turned into some clever manipulation last night. After dinner, Grayson broke out with "I spyyyy sumptin cookies, Mama. See sumptin cookies?" I had to give him props for the effort :)

I died laughing the other morning when I heard Grayson in his crib playing "I Spy" by himself. Here's how it went, word for word...
"I spyyyy...sumptin bwack. See sumptin bwack?" Then, a short pause. "That's it!" he cried. Hahaha! I guess he found the bwack thing he had spied. Genius.

And when Pappy plays "I Spy" with him now, he knows the answer to Pappy's version of "I spy something sweet." Grayson obviously responds with the correct answer... "Grayson!" I can't wait for the day when Grayson tries to explain to Pappy that sweet isn't a color.

Grayson has been such a big helper lately and helps me put Maya in her crate before we leave the house, and then helps get her out when we get home. There is often a one-sided conversation during the process of course. This morning it went like this,
"Bye Maya Pants! We go to the grocewy store. See you wayter!" And then, when we got back he said "Hi Maya Pants! I got a sucka at grocewy store. Need to go peepee?" He doesn't care that Maya never responds.

Last night, I had plans to eat dinner with friends, so David and Grayson were going to hang out at home together for a little father/son bonding. As I was getting ready, David was bracing himself for the usual crying and meltdown that Grayson does when he sees me leave, which is always worse around dinnertime because he's tired anyway. To keep the drama down, I try to keep my exits pretty nonchalant. I had just been spelling and motioning to David that I was about to L-E-A-V-E...so get ready!
Just then, Grayson looks at me and says "Bye Mom." And then goes about his business like he could care less who I was or wear I was going. He even threw in a extra touch and blew me a kiss on my way out the door. David and I jaw's dropped. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I mean, really? As a stay-at-home mom I know I need healthy breaks from him to keep my sanity, and I figured the day would come when he would get sick of me too. But 2 1/2, really? To make myself feel better, before I had hit the end of the driveway, I decided that secretly he can spell and just likes to mess with our minds.