Baby Daddy Sayz

Amongst the things Darling Husband never bet he would say once he had a son, I think this ranks pretty high:

"Babe, don't put the doll house right there. How is he going to get to his kitchen?"

Hmmmm mmmm, I love me some modern men.

The Forbidden Kitchen Strikes Again!

I have written several stories about Baby Boy and his Forbidden Kitchen such as http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2009/12/sexy-snow-day.html and http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2010/04/sexy-hot-coffee.html.

Yesterday, it struck again. We had some little ones over for a play group. Baby Boy was a fabulous host serving brunch. He walked around the circle.

"Tea."

"Hut cuffee."

"Milk."

"Joose."

Until he got to me.

"Mama, ine."

"What did he say?" asked a mother, who was sipping her "tea."

"Mama INE!" he screeched thrusting the cup into my hand.

I don't know if anyone figured out he was saying "wine," but that ended play kitchen for the day.

Sexy Hot Coffee

A few months back I posted about The Forbidden Kitchen (http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2009/12/sexy-snow-day.html) and today, on this very windy day, it made a comeback.

As I sat and observed Baby Boy, I was interested to note he quickly shoved all utensils, pots and plates into the sink. He then grabbed two purple mugs and put them in the microwave. Upon removing them he handed me one and said, "Hot coffee!" and proceeded to blow on it and guzzle it down.

This repeated itself for 45-minutes.

Apparently, this is how I spend the majority of my time in the kitchen. It is interesting to see what habit our kids decide to mirror...good thing Lil' Tykes doesn't make a Lil' Wine Cooler...

Sexy Snow Day

Sadly, when you are a mom and the radio blares that school is cancelled, rarely that means rolling back into sweet slumber until noon. Kids smell "Day Off" at 5 am and start the day with the gusto of a bride at the Filene's Basement wedding dress sale.

We are suppose to get upwards of a foot of snow today; as of now I gather we are over halfway there. It is so beautiful how the puffs gather in the V's of the limbs like feathery webbing. Absorbing the beauty takes about 4 minutes...I have 8 hours (solid, since Baby Boy has decided not to nap for the past week) to figure out some creative way to entertain him.

I finally dragged the Forbidden Kitchen out of the basement. (It was given to us and Darling Husband refuses to let Baby Boy play with said kitchen. He has never said as much, but I think there is some part of him that really thinks it will "make him gay." ) There isn't even a drop of pink or a frilly gingham apron or hint of Vanilla scent, nonetheless...

For two hours I have been relaxing with coffee as Baby Boy sets plastic cupcakes in the fry pan, sticks small spoons in the pants and his head in the oven. Little Sylvia Plath.

Let the snow fall! I am being served paper pancakes and all is right with the world.

If only this sticks for another 5 hours...