An update on my 3 Amigos

Little C is trying valiantly to follow in his mother's footsteps -

Our Pepsi conversations go something like this:

"Mom can I have a Pepsi?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"They aren't good for people. Especially kids. Too much caffeine."

"Please? "
"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Mom.."

"No."

But once in awhile I do give in - and I turn into one huge contradiction.

He takes a few sips then says,

"Mom, I don't want anymore of my Pepsi."

All of a sudden "Trying to be Healthy Mom" rushes out the door and "Pepsi Nazi Mom" steps forward.

"Little C, I better not see you waste an inch of that Pepsi young man. You sit there until that can is finished."

Poor confused kid -

Shoot.... :) What's a Pepsi-lover to do?

Gadashio has discovered the amazingness of dress-up. Is it legal to even call it dress-up? I don't know boy terminology. I just found out a little while ago that you don't use the words - slumber party - for boys. It's a sleep over. Sheesh... Anyway -

This little two year old now likes to be addressed as Spiderman and even insists on sleeping in this costume. And I should say no... but every fiber in my being says yes because he's simply too adorable.

Check out the video at the end to see my two super heroes flying down the stairs.

Such a safe responsible practice.

And here's our sweet little baby.
Who secretly has a dangerous weapon.

Check out that melon.

Good thing our kids are so cute - because that head is a hereditary guarantee.

At his 9 month check-up the pediatrician looked at his head measurements, glanced at my head, then asked, "Does father have big head?" (in Asian accent)

"Yes." Then of course I have to continue forward with, "That's how we recognize our relatives. By their heads."

He looked at me quizzically then replied, "... good."

Sometimes this doctor and I have a hard time connecting -

Another example:

A few months ago after a check-up the doctor asked if I had any concerns or questions re: the baby. (I know this is horrible to blog about and I am sure my son will kill me one day - but I must...)

My concern:

Alright, we have some big boys - that's just not a surprise to anyone. But this one is especially chunky in his thighs, bum and surrounding areas. So chubby that sometimes his really important boy part just hides away. So, I asked the doctor about it.

He says, "Oh, no need worry," pulls the skin back, " see, actually your son have very large penis."

I didn't even know how to respond to that.

Do I give my baby a high five? Say, - oh I am sure his father will be very proud to hear that?

With big eyes I slowly say, "Thanks. Have a nice day." I am sure the baby will.