i'm that mom

who lets her kid play with play doh (or play toe as he calls it) on the living room carpet.  Hey, he's occupied.

I went to a Beth Moore conference in Jax this past weekend (fantastic!) and when I came back, I said to Ceci, "You look tan.  Were you out in the sun?"  She said, "My tooth is tam."  (That's not a typo, tam).  I think Malcolm looked chubbier than when I left.  

Luisa scored us a jumperoo, by the way, and Malkie Babester LOVES it.  His new name will be Kangaroo Malkie Babester.

Here is a video of him from a few days ago.  He is practicing his Bronx cheer.  This one's for you, Alvis.  

One more thing, here is a phone conversation from yesterday. 

ring, ring

Henry:  Hello.

Mr. Tony:  Hey Henry.

H: Hi Mommy.

Mr. T: No, it's Mr. Tony.

H: Hi, Mr. Tony.

Mr. T: Can I talk to your  daddy?

H: Yes... (shouting) Daddy, Mommy's on the phone!

Daddy:  (in the distance)  Tell her I don't need her to bring me any dinner.

H:  Daddy doesn't want any dinner.

Mr. T: No, Henry, tell him it's Mr. Tony.  

H:  Oh.  (shouting) Daddy, it's Mr. Tony.

Daddy:  Tell him I'll call him back.

H: Okay.  He'll call you back.

Mr. T:  Ok.  I'll talk to you later, Henry.

H:  Bye, Mommy.

This is the general sequence of conversation.  I retold it from memory of my earlier conversation with Mr. T.  Children are ridiculous.  Luckily, Mr. Tony is easygoing.