Fishin'

Stinkbug: Boys catch a fish.

Me: Girls catch fish too.

Stinkbug: NO! Only boys catch a fish.

Me: What do the girls do?

Stinkbug: Watch us catch a fish.

Too Cute

 Me: Stinkbug, what's Grover doing under your shirt?

SB: Drinking mook*.

*Mook= Milk

Date with Mommy

Yesterday, I took Stinkbug on a date with Mommy. He is such a special little man, and being stuck between a (dramatic) big sister and an (adorable) baby brother can be tough sometimes, so we want to make sure Stinkbug gets plenty of time and attention too!

I remember being so scared when the technician in the small, dark ultrasound room announced that baby #2 was a boy. I knew nothing about boys!

I still feel scared as I creep into his room long after bedtime and kiss his soft, sweet cheek and whisper prayers over him. I still don't feel like I know anything about raising boys up to be godly men!

After our date, we walked up to the gate outside our apartment building and I asked Stinkbug if he would open the door for me (since I was carrying four grocery bags). He ran gladly ahead and swung the gate wide and said, "I open 'cause I a man!"

Thank God for Synonyms

Me: Are you ready to eat a Sloppy Joe for lunch?

Bug: No. No Sloppy Joe.

Me: OK, how about a Messy Joe?

Bug: Yes!

Bug-ism

Bug: Doing, Mommy?

Me: I'm chopping up an onion to make dinner.

Bug: Good job, woman!