The Boy... The Dog

Ace and Greg have been really close since Greg was born. Ace was 8 months old when I had Greg. The first night home ace laid next to Greg and took a nap on the couch with him. Yes I was right there watching taking pictures.

Sometimes I think we should have named Ace "Nana" like the dog nurse maid in Peter Pan. Ace will not let a thing happen to Greg. If Greg is even so much as trying to put something in his mouth Ace comes and tells me. Ace and Greg like to sit under my computer desk and play, earlier Greg got curious about Ace's tail and started grabbing at it. Ace, without even pressing down, "nipped" at Greg to let him know not to do that. Greg went back a couple more times and Ace repeated the lesson. I tapped Greg on the arm and told him "no" after him not catching Ace's hint. Ace, feeling bad for nipping at Greg, licked Greg's arm to kiss it and tell him sorry.

These pictures above are just one of the many times that Greg has decided he was a dog too. He will get into the kitchen and play with the dog or he will put one of the dog toys in the water bowl.

I can't figure out who thinks they are the wrong thing more, Greg thinking he's a dog, or Ace thinking he's a person....

Mommy's Little Thespian

Greg wearing my towel he stole off my head.

Greg wear a Mickey Mouse "party hat".

Greg wearing a Tinker Bell "party hat".

From the day that I came to the realization that I was going to be a mommy, I thought about how much it would be to get to play dress up and hopefully had a little thespian.... Then I found out that I was having a little boy. Daddy wasn't about to let his little be in the theatre. FFA boys seem to have something against that.

Well guess what daddy?! Your little boy is an a thespian in the making. Greg loves to play dress up. He puts on everything: hats, glasses, headbands, tiaras, ears, wings, tutus, things that shouldn't even go on your head.

Add to that he has a VERY distinct personality he is for sure going to be a class clown. For awhile I thought I was never going to get back into the theatre, but now I think I'm gonna get to be a "drama mama".

My Loving Little Sneek

Greg is really good at taking my stuff and it from me. These thing are typical my shoes and my hair brush. Normally he only takes them after I'm done using them so it's no big deal. Last night, after I got out of the shower I had to hunt down my hair brush. I left it on the bathroom sink... Greg took it and hid it under the dining room table. My shoes have managed to go from the bedroom door to next to my computer and I haven't really looked for my other pair yet.

Now, Gregory is also really good at taking my cell phone without me knowing it. He is even good enough to take it out of my back pocket when I'm sitting down. Not to long ago I was playing around on facebook, Greg was in the same room as me playing with Ace. Those two play really good together and Ace watches Greg so I wasn't paying that much attention to him.

My cell phone was on the tray thing that the keyboard sits on on the out side. Greg saw it, and took it! I knew he took, usually he just opens it as if to check the time then closes it back up and sits it down... Not this time. This time I could not find at all. It wasn't in any of the usual areas I have to look. I kept asking him "Greg, what did you do with mommy's cell phone?". His response was giving me that evil grin he has and laughing at me. He knew he hid it. This went on for five minutes.

Luckily I didn't have my phone on silent and had one of my friends that was on messenger text it so I could find it. Guess where it was!?

That little sneak hid it in his ball pit. I'm not talking about the big open part either. He put it back in the field goal part where I couldn't see it.

My Meme

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My little boy is a monster.

*Greg with fruit loops on his head*

The Toilet Monster

You know how everyone says that your kids pay you back for what you did as a kid? I think that this is one of the ways Greg is paying me back. And no I'm not talking about anything that has to do with "bucket head" although it could be that too...

When my sisters and I were little girls I liked to pick on them. Seeing how I'm the oldest they believed just about anything I told them. I think it must have been when Maggie was getting potty trained or something, I made up the toilet monster. I would tell them that when they went to sit on the potty it would stick it's head out and suck them down the toilet. MJ believed it right off the bat, Liz on the other hand... she took a little more convincing. In order to make her fully believe that I was telling her the truth I used a little storybook that came in something I got for my birthday. This storybook was empty and I got to put whatever I wanted in it(that's how mom and dad put it), so I wrote and illustrated the book on the toilet monster.

Sure enough Liz fell for it. Maggie and Liz were both horrified of going to the bathroom. One day Liz told mom what I did and I finally got in trouble after like a month of her having to fight with them to go in there by themselves.

Gregory, I do believe, is now my pay-back for ever saying there was a toilet monster... by becoming a toilet monster. He is obsessed with putting potty seats on his head. The first picture Jeffrey caught him putting his own potty chair cushion on his head like a hat, the second picture he stole Lilie May's potty seat out of the bathroom when I was busy and was walking around the house with it around his neck.

... He's trying to stick his head out of the potty and suck me in!!!

The Boy... The Monkey

Now that Greg has walking down, that's not good enough for him. Now all he wants to do is climb. He can get on the bed, almost on the couch, on boxes, totes, just about anything. He will even try to get out of the basket at Wal-Mart.

At his birthday party, while I was "helping him" unwrap his presents he got on top of the bubble mower that he got that was still in the box. We got him a Go! Diego! Go! couch for his birthday and I think that the only reason he likes that is because he is actually aloud to climb on it.

I think he's going to be one of those boys that when I go outside to check on him, I won't be able to find him because he's up in a tree or something. One of the ladies I work with said he's not really a baby, he's a baby monkey we adopted from the zoo...

The Before and After Shots

Gregory's was starting to... well has been, pretty shaggy. It was curling up in the back it was so long. You could put it up in piggy tails. Jeffrey and I decided it was time to cut his little curls off. Keep in mind I wasn't very excited about it. I love his little curls. We waited forever for him to actually get a full head of hair that was even.

Tuesday I had the day off, so we to him to Hair Port to get it cut. The girl that cut it was really good with him. I could tell she was nervous about it though. She used clippers and a guard on it. He did pretty good with. Toward the end he started to get a little freaked out though and wanted Mommy or Daddy to pick him up.

His hair still looks really cute. At least he doesn't have a funny shaped head. The only thing I don't like about it is that he looks a lot older now. He supposed to be my little baby boy forever.

(Yes, that is a bruise around his eye. He fell trying to get off the bed.)