Do You Think They Have Leagues?

Some major thunderstorms swept through this morning and we were all in the living room, getting ready for work/daycare. Daisy Dog is deathly terrified of thunder and lightening and, so, she was pacing the room, whining. Aidan asked me what was wrong with her and I told him that she was scared of the rain:
Me: Do you hear all of that thunder?
Aidan (exasperated): The thunder just means that the angels are bowling.
I can only assume that Nanney or Ms. DeeDee (his daycare teacher) told him this b/c I sure didn't! It was so cute :)

Just to tack on another Aidan-ism: The other night, he told me that he was way bigger then Ian, "I'm, like, 100 pounds taller!"

You Kiss Your Mother With That Mouth?!

Well, Saturday provided me with a "first" that I was rather grossed out by. I was in Ian's room, changing his crib sheet, and Ian was on the floor, playing with the fake food from Aidan's toy kitchen. Keep in mind that Ian is exercising his right to crawl and is into EVERYTHING! So, I look down and there's something hanging out of Ian's mouth that doesn't look right. I walked over to him to investigate and realized that he had dumped his diaper pail... yep, that's right, folks, Ian found a piece of poo that had rolled out of an old diaper in the pail and had stuck it in his mouth! I was horrified and immediately swiped his mouth (which, fortunately, he hadn't chewed on it or anything) all the while saying "Eww" and "This is so gross." Ian is none the worse for wear, he just happily moved on to playing with something else. I have taken to sitting the pail on top of the changing table when it's not in use to prevent such a mishap from happening again. Ah, the joys of parenthood :)
In other news, Aidan provided me with a good laugh last night. He pulled out his GI Joe truck and crowed "Let's play GI Jews, Mom!" I kept asking him what they were called just so he'd say "GI Jews" over and over again :) Later, as I was tucking him into bed, he asked me what was on my face (I've been breaking out really bad lately). I told him they were called pimples and that he'd get them when he was bigger, too. He was quick to bemoan the fact that he did NOT want "pumples" and that they looked itchy- he kept trying to scratch them for me. I really like the age of 3, apart from the crazy independence he tries to exert on a daily basis :)