i always wanted to be a princess

Some Graysonisms from the weekend:

 

Sauntered over to me sitting on the couch reading a magazine and said,
"Mommy. You are my princess." 

 

I found a CD of "Hit Songs from The Broadway and The London Stage" and was genuinely excited to share the music of Oklahoma!, My Fair Lady, etc. 
Halfway through the first song (from Cabaret):
"Mama. This music startles me."

 

We made mashed potatoes together.  I had a lot of potatoes to chop up. Mostly yukon golds, but also some purple ones leftover from our garden. The job I came up with for Grayson was to dump the chunks I'd cut so far from a small bowl into the big pot.   I saw him taste the raw potato but only knew he had also tried the raw garlic when he ran over and started vigorously wiping his tongue on my jeans.

 

He had a new imaginary friend for about five minutes.  Named Grayson.  I accidentally sat on Grayson (the invisible one) and got a scolding from the real Grayson.   (: 

And speaking of scoldings, Brandon got reminded to cover his mouth with the "right" way when he coughs ("Like THIS, Daddy") and I was reprimanded (in front of dinner company, no less) not to talk with food in my mouth - "You chew it first and then swallow, Mommy. And then you can talk."
Oh boy.

 

Some weekend snapshots:

 

Really playing together for the first time!

 

Will she ever stop kissing me?

...I guess that's a "no".

 

Dad's protective eye gear makes great reading glasses.

New tractor for keeping his undies dry alllll day.

a slooow song

 

 

and one bonus piece for the grandparents:

 

 

 

At the end of the song, he told me to put down my phone and clap.

(:

"where's the cat"?

 

 

 

Raising boys will be fun, I can tell.

 

serious talk with jack

 

"A diet??"

 

 

 

"Really?!?"

 

 

"I'll show you a diet."