You okay in there, toilet paper?

Bennett is talking more and better every day. It’s hard to imagine that just a few months ago, I was wondering if he was ever going to talk. He’s making up for it now.

Here’s a snapshot of what’s going on here these days. And this is all just stuff he said today. LOL

He says, “What the heck?” (not really sure where he got that – if I say it, I’ve never noticed and I don’t think I say it often- I usually say, “What in the world?” or “What on earth?”). But he doesn’t say, “Heck yeah!”. He says, “Hat yeah!” I have no idea why.

Anything that happened in the past happened “last night”. Doesn’t matter if it was five minutes ago or a month ago.

He has finally moved from “rawr” to “dinosaur”, which is a good thing, because the kid is dino-crazy. He also can almost pronounce about fifteen different types of dinosaurs. Don’t get between that boy and a dinosaur book.

At the slightest boo-boo, he insists I need to take him to the hospital-doctor. These boo-boos include, but are not limited to, injuries to his “arm-ankle”.

Sometimes I call or text my husband at work and ask him to pick up something on the way home. Bennett figured this out pretty quickly. Now when we run out of something, the first thing he says is, “Daddy get more?”

Being the little brother, he frequently runs to me with the complaint, “Jeppy ‘noy me!” I usually tell him, “He’s your big brother. That’s his job. I’m sure you annoy him, too.”

After using the potty, he climbed down, turned around and called into the potty, “You okay in there, toilet paper?”

Then there are couple of things that he does, and since I’m here, I thought I’d add these, too.

Jeffrey is terrified of spiders and bugs. Bennett just wants to kill them. I don’t know if he’s protecting his brother or if he just thinks they all need to be squished, but I’ll look up and he’ll be walking through the house carrying (or wearing) one of my shoes (why it has to be *my* shoes, I don’t know) and when I ask why, he calmly says, “Kill bug.”

The boys only get two glasses of juice a day, and Bennett’s is diluted half-and-half with water. During our last trip to AR, I bought Bennett some juice at a convenience store as a treat and because I was distracted talking to my aunt when I poured it into his cup, I didn’t add any water. A few minutes later, driving down the road, I realized, but there wasn’t really anything I could do at that point. I glanced back and he was alternating cups. He would take one drink from his juice cup, then take a drink from his water cup. I think I’ve warped my children.