On Cricket: when she poops, she smells. When she smells, she pees.

Me: Knock knock! Dash: BANANA’S THERE!

When Dash does something biggish by himself we congratulate him. “Good job! You climbed on the bed all by your self!” “Wow! You brushed your teeth all by yourself!” Now he has started telling us everything he does all by himself. “I rolled over mommy. I did it all by myself!”

Dash certainly knows how to work a room. Having got a big reaction from everyone at his birthday dinner, he proceeded to scream “It’s raw!” (one of his Gordon Ramsay phrases) about 350 more times before finishing his meal.

Today we went to the mall early to chat with the lovely new Lush manager. Dash, knowing we were near Chapters, had been asking since we got there to play with the trains. That was all well and dandy until we left Lush and started heading to Chapters. The melt down started when he wanted the buttons undone on his blazer. Then he wanted them turned (?). The he...

On Mondays my mommy group has “outfit of the day” posts where we all post a picture of our kids looking adorable. My phone, which is my usual ‘camera,’ was out of batteries so I pulled out the good camera. After he posed for several minutes like a giant ham, I decided I got a good shot and told Dash we were done. “Okay all done. I...

I got a new shirt. I put my new shirt on. “Mommy wearing her new shirt!” “Yeah! Do you like it?” “It’s okay.” Doesn’t he know the only acceptable response is “Yes! You look pretty!”

I hate that his automatic reaction to everything is “I don’t like you mommy.” it’s really hard not to be 12 and yell back “Well I don’t like you either!”

Dead fish seems like an opportunity to teach Dash about the circle of life. “Look Dash, a fish died and now the pleco is eating it.” “Norbert eat fish!” “Yes, the fish died.” “The fish died.” “Yes, so now Norbert it eating it.” “Can I have some Cheerios...

Dash is going to be Gordon Ramsay for Halloween. Today Ian had him practicing “You donkey!” and it is the cutest. Thing. Ever.