He Takes After His…

The Pickle has been under the weather the past few days, which has unfortunately only reinforced that it’s good to be sick. With all the juice he can drink, a later bed time (because he now sleeps so much during the day), and popsicles he’s still having a bit of a rough day today.

So rough, in fact, that spilling the popsicles from the freezer resulted in this outburst:

“DANG IT! This is not my day! I need a drink! Momma, will you get me some milk? In a cup. With a lid. And screw it on TIGHT because else it will spill and I can NOT handle any more messes today!”

I do not know where he got that it’s okay to get a drink after a rough day, but on that note it is happy hour down the street, so I’m off!


The Pickle Is Making Plans

“Momma, I want to talk about my birday.”

“Okay, when you turn three?”

“Okay, sure. I want Legos. Chima and some Ninjago. And Cupcakes. And those orange things from TV day.”

“TV day?”

“Yeah, superday.”

“The Superbowl? Cheetos?”

“Yes, them. And that thing that you hit with sticks to make candy come out.”

“A pinata?”

“Sure. I want all dat.”

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind for your birthday.”

“Okay. Tomorrow is good.”


“For my birday.”

“Your birthday is not tomorrow, it’s in July.”

“Shhhhh, momma, tomorrow’s good!”

Trouble On The Horizon

So I was trying to distract the Gremlin the other night, and asked him if he wanted to play Skip-Bo. The Gremlin declined, but the Pickle jumped at the chance. Thinking I was playing a card game against a two-year old, I set up a quick game and expected it to be a lot of “turn the card over and say yay”.

And then the Pickle beat me. At Skip-Bo. This came with the realization that he can count up to 12 as he expertly navigated questions along the lines of “what comes after five” and “what’s next”? I think he may be even more intelligent than his brother…

On a lighter note, he returned from the park the other day and his conversation with his mother went thusly:

“Hi mumma! I back from da park!”

“Did you have fun?”

“Oh yeah!”

“What did you do?”

“Oh, I played a game wit daddy and brudder. It was so much fun! Den I was freaking out.”

“You were freaking out? About what?”

“Oh mumma, I don’t know!”

For posterity, we brought a ball to the park. The Pickle left to go try out his balance bike, and the Gremlin and myself started playing catch. The Pickle saw this and decided he wanted to play Throw The Ball Anywhere Else (where he turns away from anyone playing the original game and throws/kicks the ball as far away as he can), and was very upset that we continued to tell him he needed to play our game or go back to his balance bike.

Your Personal Pickle

After instituting a bedtime ritual for the Pickle involving reading time every night, we read books. One of these books may or may not happen to be Sandra Boynton’s Personal Penguin. This book seems to have resonated with the Pickle. At the zoo today, the Pickle approached the Gremlin.

“Brudder, I want to be your personal Pickle.” He walked up to his brother and held out his arms.

“Look at these arms, so perfect to hug you!” He stopped and looked at his brother, then took a few more steps up to him.

“I going to hug you now, brudder.”