Mea Culpa

Yes, I am a terrible person.  I have not posted in, well, forever.  But you will forgive me because you love me. Yes, you really do.  Plus, you will forgive me once you see these photos of the most darling little Lucas of all time. 
xoxoxo
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!

After trips to 4 supermarkets, we finally found one little pumpkin, but it was the best little pumpkin.  We are carving it at the Bampomp's house.

Seriously, you want me to touch this?  Are you sure?

But I can taste it, right?

Eh, doesn't taste so good, but it sure feels awesome.

Maymont Park.  Goat trying to eat child.

How cute is my mom?!?!?

Lucas in love with Grandpop's bird.  He kept kissing it.  Seriously.

And how cute is this guy?!?!?

Handsome explorer in the farthest reaches of Grandmom and Grandpop Taraborelli's house.

Vocabulary 101

appabear = everywhere

As in:  Here a moo, there a moo, appabear a moo moo.


Koldoo= yogurt

As in:  I have no idea, people.  No idea.

Don't DO that= I am two, and I am bossy.  If you don't believe me, I will just keep saying this louder and louder and squwintch up my eyebrows until you take me seriously.  Don't play with me.

Robot baby=a type of dance that goes well with spazzy laughter, and then calling everything in the room by its' robot name.  Robot mommy, Robot daddy, Robot chair, you get it?

OK, funny story...
You may know that Mr. Little will not be a catburglar because of his leadfootedness.  As he was running on the hardwoods in thick, fluffy socks, we could hear the pounding, followed by a second of quiet, then a hug crash.  After the dust settled, we hear Lucas yell out, "My OK!"  He is an animal.

The pacifier (fi-er as it is called) is a thing of the past.  No fire for five days.  Such a big boy!

Hope you enjoyed these little updates.

A Night On The Stoop

This is how my kid rolls.  A low sodium V8 and a no sugar frozen fruit pop.  He's tough.  Real tough.

Nails!

That is snails, obviously!  We found all of these snails having a little snail party in the yard.  We gathered them on the steps, and Lucas just loved every minute. 


ps  I am powerwashing those steps this weekend.  dont' judge.

Pretty sure this isn't how a pacifier is supposed to be used.

Did you know that he calls his pacifier his 'fire'?
Try to play the guessing game of "What the heck is that kid saying?"
menon=melon
no=no  (no confusion there)
no=yes  (he is a toddler, after all)
mine=mine 
dooder=tractor
afreshing=thanks for changing my diaper, that is refreshing

My favorite was the other morning, we were all cozy and waking up and Lucas looks at me and whispers, "Breakfast.  Want it.  Pancakes.  Make it."  Seriously?!?!  This kid!

Big Boy Alert

Mr. used the potty this morning.  I was so excited, I almost peed in my pants.  How dare he grow up?

Before!

Drink it in.  Afters comin' atcha tomorrow.