poodle lecture 101

This morning Gus was on a barking rampage outside as another dog walked by our house.  Blinn said "somebody needs to make him stop that".  Being the helpful wife I am, I continued to prune my geranium on the back porch.  Blinn then went out back to address the barking and I hear this stomp-stomp-stomp hustling towards me.  Trey is now outside and yelling as loud as his can
"Gus!  Gus!  You stop that.  Come here Gus"!

Whether it was Daddy or Trey who got Gus to run back into the house, Trey took credit for it and said
"I got him back in, I go talk to him". 

Trey followed Gus to the living room and we listened as he crouched down towards Gus' level and began his lecture:

"Gus, you caaaaannnn't bark.  That dog bad.  He a bad dog.  He KILL you Gus.  Okay Gus, OKAYYY"? 

Something must have stuck, we didn't hear a peep out of Gus for the rest of the morning.

deprived and dramatic

While eating a sucker, which is a rare occasion at our house, Trey announced
"this sucker my favorite in the whole wide world".

He's a cheap date.

prepping to pad our retirement fund

Trey announced at dinner while pounding his milk "I like milk.  It make me strooooooooooooong".  Blinn and I of course said something to the effect of "yes, milk is good and it does make you strong". 

Trey continued "I play basketball because I strooooooong".  Again, we said something while trying not to laugh to confirm that yes, basketball players are strong and yes, they must drink milk too.

Trey then mumbles more to himself than his usual loud declaration
"when I big I climb ladder and cut net". 

Our Dirk Dude dreams big.

our future candidate for the nobel peace prize

This morning Blinn had to go into work early, so Trey and I were sitting together on the couch, putting his shoes and socks to get ready for daycare. Blinn has to travel out of town Thursday-Friday for work, so I was telling Trey before Daddy leaves, he has to take the trash out for us. Trey asked,

"The bedroom trash"? To which I replied,

"No, Daddy has to take out the bedroom trash, bathroom trash, and kitchen trash for us. Daddy is a good helper". Trey responded,

"I a fighter". I had NO clue where this was going, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and rather than instantly addressing that he described himself as a fighter, I asked him,

"Trey, what do you mean you're a 'fighter'"? Trey succinctly explained to his naive Mommie,

"I play hockey".

Enough said.

jimmer vs. dirk

Blinn LOVES the NBA. He is usually pretty good about not subjecting the rest of the family to NBA games (I loathe it and prefer college basketball 1,000,000 times over), but since it's the playoffs Trey and I have been watching it with him.

We happened to be watching a game together one evening when Trey looked at the TV and said,

"Daddy, I wanna watch college, dis NBA".

We have no clue how he is (at 2!) able to differentiate between college and NBA basketball, but this Mama is quite proud of his sophisticated taste in sports!

don't wanna know

Trey has been trying to pick his nose lately. When Blinn and I notice, we make sure to ask him to stop and that it's gross. He usually just takes his little finger out and complies. Yesterday he tried to pick again. I asked him to please stop and that it's not good manners and gross. He took his finger out of his nose, but this time he looked at me and whispered, "but Mama, I HAVE to". I chose not to engage on this one and ask why.

never fear

Trey woke up at around 5:45 on Monday. I wasn't quite ready to get out of bed, so I brought him into bed with me knowing that he wasn't going to go back to sleep. Blinn had gotten up earlier to do some work in the kitchen. As I expected, Trey didn't go back to sleep, instead he rolled over and said "toonies Mama". So I said okay- this meant I could still lay in bed a bit longer. We watched "toonies" for a bit, and then Trey asked me, "Where Daddy go"?

Mama: Daddy's in the kitchen working.

Trey: Oh, okay. I go help him?

Mama: Sure

Trey: Okay. Toonies- I'll be right back. And off he hustled to the kitchen.

he'll be hood forever

Trey likes "boom boom" music. When we're in the car, Trey will sometimes request "boom boom" which means that Blinn or I have to change the radio channel to find some hip-hop for Trey to bounce along to.

We often listen to Jay-Z and Alicia Keys "Empire State of Mind" in the car and apparently the lyrics have really stuck with Trey. After supper we were just sitting around and I asked Trey if he wanted to dance a little. Trey said "yeah yeah" and then proceeded to sing his own version of "Empire State of Mind". It goes a little something like this (and please picture Trey sincerely singing with a very impassioned, eye squinting face) :

Trey: "New Yoook New Yoook Lights oooonnnn TV ooffff" repeat twice.

We think that he has remembered the "big lights will inspire you" lyric and put his own life version spin on it.

first assumption was a little off

I was already sitting in our car with Gus as Trey and his Daddy ambled from my parents house to the car. I was enjoying watching this adorable Daddy-Trey walk to the car and noticed Trey had to bend down and grab a rock from my mom and dad's drive way, and then put it in his pocket. As his mother, I thought "oh, how cute, he wants to take a rock home with him".

My two boys finally make it to the car and Blinn was getting the Dude situated in his car seat. Blinn took the rock away from Trey and the following played out:

Trey: "Heyyy Daaadyyy! I nee dit (need it)!"

Daddy: "Really? What did you need that for?"

Trey: "To put in ma (my) ear!"

Daddy: "And that's why I threw it out the door, we don't put rocks in our ears."

gus would agree

We were at my parents house this weekend and as Blinn and I were trying to corral Trey into his shoes and socks, he saw Gus chewing on a bone.

Trey observed, "Gus, bone!'.

Mommie: "Yep, Gus is chewing on Louie's bone".

After a slight 2 second pause (for drama I'm sure, he is mine), Trey followed up his initial observation with, "Mmmm, tasty".