The other morning, Butters opened his eyes, stretched onto his back and said, "Levi. Sleeps. On. A. Yellow. Bed." And, he does! You have to say it in a monotone voice and hear his non-inflections to get the real feel for this. Today he said, "Mommy's shirt has holes." And, it does! It's a waffle long underwear shirt that I've worn forever, it's practically threadbare. I borrowed it (read: stole) from my dad in high school.
Lately however, much of the focus on our conversations has centered around something new. He uses his name and speaks in the third person, but I'll include his pseudonym to protect the innocent. "Butters has a penis. Dad has a penis. Mom, don't have a penis. Mom has gyna." Yes, we are very proud of having a penis and although I tell him don't want one, I was tired of just hearing about what I don't have that I gave in and told him what I do have, a vagina. He calls it a "gyna." It sounds so medical, though. I wish there was a better child-friendly name for it. Although I proudly read this book on the bus, I'm not ready for my 2.5 year old to reclaim that word!
Right now, I'm in what I call the Chocolate Pudding Phase. I ate A LOT of it the last 2 weeks with the boy and started craving it yesterday. I made some with silken tofu, I know that sounds gross to most of you but with Tofu Mates, it's awesome. It makes me feel like I'm eating healthy, when I'm actually not.
PS. Yes, he is wearing a shirt that says, "Question Authority." He wore it to school on friday! I'm totally going to put it in his CO file so that they don't try to draft him in 16 years if we get to that point (again).