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A Morning Song

A Transcript from this Morning's Song From Liam.  Word. For. Word. 

"Race Car in the Night

Race Car in the Night

Night, Night

You and Toys Tonight

One Two Three Ah Ah

Race Car in the Night

Race Car in the Night

We go in the Night

Race Car in the NIIIIIIIIIGHT! 

Bagel bagel bagel bagel please

Bago Bago Bago Bago Bayyyyyyy

Bago Bago Bago Bago Bago Yayyyyy

Bay! Bay!

Tonight Tonight Hello In the Night

Drumming, Choo Choo Choo *Giggle*

Drum Tonight Drum Tonight Drum TONIGHHHHHTTT!

Fun Tonight Fun Tonight Fun Tonightttttttttt!

All Donnnnnnnneee!" 

 

All done as he is beating the bed with a turkey baster

 

Oh the madness...

Screw you, daylight savings time. 

5:30.  In the AM.  Morning. 

Dude. 

Mercy.

MERCY!

At 5:30 all I hear from the kitchen is this little voice saying, "Soap," giggle, "Soap".  It takes me a while to realize it's not a dream about soap, it is my son, eating my fancy co-op soap. 

Mmmmm soap for breakfast.  (Is that okay?  I know it's organic ingredients.  I consider this for a minute... thinking it would allow me to stay in bed for another fifteen minutes.)

But he's so achingly cute.  I told him that it was too early to get out of his room and play, but he could play in his room until it was time.  Before I left, I asked, "Would you like to be under your covers, where it is warm and cozy? Or play?" There he is, leaning against his bed like some toddler James Dean, train on one hand and red monkey in the other. 

Liam paused, and replied, "Play."

Of course.

And that was that.  And that was an hour ago. 

 Screw you, dalylight savings time.

Naked Boy

Liam has an uncanny ability to undress himself.  It's amazing really. 

Like a magician, he will slip behind the door and thirty seconds later he will reappear.  Naked. 

Except for his socks and diaper of course. 

Classy, no?

So, this classy naked boy loves it.  Loves every naked moment he can have. 

Naked after nap.  Naked for lunch.  Naked in the middle of the night.  It's always Naked Boy. 

 

So, he strips himself naked today and then strolls confidently over to me and tugs at my clothes. 

"Mommy naked boy,"  as he pulls on my pants. 

"Huh?" 

"Mommy naked boy," he repeats. 

Silly me, he wants to share in the nakedness. 

"Mommy's going to have to politely decline right now, honey.  I'm just in no place to be a naked boy right now." 

Post Nap Discussion

Liam :  "Trick or treating, Mommy!" as he pounds on the door. 

Me:  "But honey, you're a naked boy.  You can't go trick or treating without any clothes on."

Liam : "But, I have socks on, Mommy!"

 

Well, in that case...

Good Mommy, Kale Mommy?

Watching Disney's Robin Hood and cuddling with Liam this morning.  At one point, Prince John shouts "KILL HIM!" to his cronies. 

Liam, who has been half watching/half playing with his red monkey, stops everything and shouts "KALE HIM!" while pointing at the screen with great intent.  "KALE HIM!  Kale him, Mommy!" as he looks to me to do something. 

Kale him.  I love it.  It should be the appropriate punishment for any criminal.