A New Song

Every so often, Rich becomes inspired and comes up with a super silly song that lives in our collective heads long after he is done...and he has done it again.

This past year my sister and her children taught TJ the annoying "guess what? Chicken butt" game. You know the one: in conversation you ask the person, "hey mom, guess what?" Your natural response is "what?" But the second that "what" comes out of your mouth, you know you have been had because right then, the person that asked the question quips back, "chicken butt." It's easy to laugh the first and second time, but any more then that, I lose my sense of humor and it just becomes annoying.

Well, Rich brought this game to new heights by creating a song whose lyrics come from the game. He first sang it in a high pitch falsetto voice which added to its new level of annoying, but still it got laughs in our family and we are singing it around the house practically every day.

Hey TJ, guess what?
That's right, chicken butt.
And now I'll tell you why
It's all about chicken thigh
Can you tell me where?
Chickens don't wear underware

And on and on and on it goes........

One Proud Momma

Grant's very first special award

Yes, I am a proud mom. My boys are ridiculously sweet, charming, smart, clever, hysterical, handsome, etc, etc. I know I am a bit biased because they contain at least 50% of my DNA and the other 50% comes from my wonderful husband! But every once in a while someone outside of the family thinks my boys are awesome too.

Grant received a special award last month for being a great helper. Apparently while Grant was sitting and eating lunch, a friend was struggling to reach the faucet. Seeing this, Grant snapped in to action and said, "I'll help you." He got up from his lunch and turned the faucet on for his friend and then waited for him to finish so that he could turn it off too. What a sweetheart. Total unsolicited help.  Now, anyone that knows my son at lunchtime knows how much he loves his food. So the fact that he got up from HIS lunch to help someone makes this story even better. Yep. I am a proud momma.

And the sweetness does not stop there for Grant. Often times when we are sharing a moment Grant will say to me, "Mom, you nice." The other remark he makes gets me even more choked up: "Mom, you my best friend." Could I be any luckier with this sweet, sweet boy?

He has been a joy to watch grow up.  He is silly when he is "shaking his bacon", a riot when he says to me "flush my stuff" after a successful sit on the potty. He is smart when he works to figure out how a new toy works, and he is precious when he follows his big brother around the room doing everything just like T.J.

I am blessed.