Conversations with a 2 year old

The manic blogger is back. Sorry no pics on this one. We just lost 4 years of pictures because our F- drive won't work. The whole point of the external hard drive was to stop this from happening, wasn't it? I am bitter, but there is still hope that we will be able to retrieve stuff, including thousands of hours of work that Dan has put in! Last week the house that he had lined up to renovate burnt down. That was about the same time as the F drive situation. When things go that wrong it makes me almost start to laugh hysterically . . . almost.

So Spencer was really sick a couple of weeks ago, and i finally took him to the doctor only to find out that he had bronchitis and an ear infection. The PA who saw us was awesome and he didn't cry or kick and scream at all because she told him she had to look for the animals in his ear. Sure enough she found some bunnies and sheep to name a few. A few days later Spencer came up to me while i was making dinner.
Spencer: Mom, there's something in my nose

Me: Oh really, what's in there?

Spencer: An iguana

That's a pretty uncomfortable animal to be in your nose, but he was excited about it.


When we went for the ultrasound and saw the baby in my stomach he looked at the screen and said "there's a baby in a spaceship". I guess that image does sort of look like a spaceship if you think about it. Very observant.
Yesterday we were back at the doctor's office and a man in the waiting room was talking to him and being really nice. Seeing that i was pregnant he asked Spencer if he was excited to be having a baby sister or brother.
Spencer: We're getting a baby from China"
????????????What the heck. Of course i smiled and said that no we weren't (laugh, laugh, try not to blush). I decided not to explain that Spencer was obsessed with this idea since he saw an episode of Arthur where Binki goes to China to adopt a baby sister. Julia also thought that this was a good idea so i told her that when she has her own family she is welcome to adopt a baby from China.

My favorite thing that Spencer does is help me with my "morning routine". Every morning he comes into my room to wake me up. Usually i mumble something about "as soon as i go to the bathroom we'll go downstairs and i'll get you some breakfast". So now it goes like this:
Spencer: Mommy, wake up, it's morning time. Come on Mom, i'll turn on the bathroom light.
Me: grunt, ok.
Spencer then takes my hand, leads me into the bathroom, turns on the light and proceeds to hand me a magazine. Sometimes he reads one too while he waits. Then he flushes for me and turns off the light. What a helper! And here i thought the bathroom was the one place where i was guaranteed privacy, not so.

This morning he brought me a book to read to him when he woke me up. It was "You are Special" about a little wooden Wemick named Punchinello. So i started to read and he said, "What's his name? Punch-a-man-out?"
"No, Spencer, his name is Punchinello."
Oh, that boy cracks me up.