Wilder's hilarity has been boundless recently. I have a few little tidbits from the last 24 hours I couldn't help but share.
Last night while watching "Peter Pan" Wilder turns to me,
"Mama, Captain Hook don't want the crocodile to eat his other hand, or he'll have to get another one at Walmart."
I laughed for the next hour.
Walmart? (Now you all know where we frequent.)
Last weekend we had the joy of visiting Brian's sister and her family in Houston. She gave the kids their own sleeping bags to take back home and they experienced their first slumber party with their cousins.
SINCE THEN... Wilder and Waverley have insisted on sleeping in their sleeping bags on the floor in their bedroom.
Last night around 9:45 (bedtime for them is 9pm, lights off) I walked into my bedroom to take a shower. After turning on the light I was startled to find an Angry Birds sleeping bag and a little blonde head poking out with a silly grin on Wilder's face.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanted to surprise you!"
"Well, you did!"
"Mama, I sleep here tonight and I want to make a castle and rainbow and spaceship for you for your birthday, but (BIG SIGH and pause)... it will take FOREVER," he ended with a defeated frown.
"Oh, wow! That sounds really neat -but it's okay. I love that you wanted to make me all of those things. That's very special."
Later as I was getting into bed, Wilder comes up and says, "Mama, I want to tell the baby goodnight."
He leaned in toward my tummy and sweetly wished him goodnight.
A minute later I hear him quietly singing.
"Mama, I can't stop thinking about that song from the Lego movie, 'Everything is Awesome.' I can hear it in my brain!"
He begins whacking his head with his Angry Birds pillow. "I'm trying to stop the song."
"Try thinking of another song, like 'Row, row, row your boat' or 'Old MacDonald."
"Oh, yes. Old MacDonald."
I think that helped because it was the last I heard from him before he fell asleep.
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"I'm going to be a good big brother. I'm going to help take care of the new baby and teach it how to do things."
This morning Wilder was up an hour earlier than usual. He scampered over to Brian, leaned in, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "Good morning, Papa!" He repeated the same with me (OH, how my heart melted!!) and then came close to my belly and told the baby Good Morning.
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Usually I go on morning walks with Waverley and the dog, but since Wilder was up early he asked if he could beat her to it and we could go on an adventure together.
Walking round the neighborhood, he spied a worm being eaten by ants. We started talking about how animals help take care of the earth by scavenging and then started talking about carnivores and predators. Somehow I started on about humans eating meat.
"We eat cows. Like in our hamburgers-"
"COWS?!"
"Yes, cows. Hamburger is made from cows. And chicken mcnuggets are made from chicken. And eggs come from chi-"
And he interrupts, saying very matter of fact, "No, no, no. I don't want to hear it, Mama. That's disgusting."
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