The days are numbered until my baby turns THREE. We know what that means -- a THREE YEAR OLD; that phrase alone can make many people wimper away and crawl into a corner. I keep thinking in my perfect world-brain that he won't be a 'regular' 3yo and he will remain cute, funny, and mostly delicious. Eh, not likely but one can hope.

Here are two of his latest funnies........

1) coming down the stairs after bath the other night, he was farting with every step. We both couldn't stop laughing and I said 'what? are ya leaking?' Fast forward 30 min., he was at the table coloring with Amanda and apparently he farted again. He loudly proclaimed --'Hey, I farted. I'm leaking again.' Seriously, he kills me.

2) yesterday AM he asked for armpit lotion. Yes, armpit lotion. That would be deodorant to you and me.