Don't Eat!

The other day I was in the kitchen making something to eat. Soren was sitting on the floor in the middle of the hallway/living room. I glanced over to check on him and saw he had something in his hand and maybe in his mouth. Not knowing what it was, I told him firmly (but gently) from the other room not to put whatever it was in his mouth. When I got over to where he was I found a little roach, struggling to right itself, lying next to him on the floor. I explained that the roach was an "uh oh" and that we "don't eat" roaches. To which Soren responded, "Don't eat! Don't eat!" Incredulous, I asked him, "Did you just say 'don't eat?'" "Don't eat!", he replied.

Thanks, Uncle Preben! 

Rattus Ikea-phus 

Scheming.... 

Soren, Vivian, and Creepy Hip Hop Santa 

Sick Cow

Soren is sick. I came home from work to find him in Katherine's arms plaintively mooing. Santa brought him a little plastic Longhorn for Xmas, awakening a latent passion for cows and things bovine. He points at the painting in his room of cows in the snow and says, "tow." As of today, he appears to have decided to set aside the growing list of words in his vocabulary and just moo.

Take my hat, please 

Balls! 

New Year's Eve - one for the road