We haven’t been doing anything around here. Like seriously, nothing.
I have no recipes to share, haven’t gotten dressed to go anywhere and I certainly haven’t been crafty. Therefore, serious lack of blog post.
Anyhoo, Cooper hasn’t shown a shortage of the funnies. That kid cracks me up.
On opening the pantry to find an empty box of Phineas and Ferb fruit snacks, “What the heck, Mom, no more fruit snacks?!”
In the wine section of Wegmans (the greatest grocery store in all of life) Cooper announced “this is Mommy juice and Daddy likes beeeer. Freakin crap, I want some beeeer!” (I understand this is highly inappropriate, but seriously, funny. And no, Cooper doesn’t drink beer.)
He has gotten quite independent going upstairs to read in his room. When on his way up last night, I said, “be careful, Cooper”, to which he responded, “You got it. I’m so careful.”
At Target yesterday, on one of our ever too frequent trips there, Coop was actually sitting in the cart like a good boy. Rare, people. I thought I smelled something a little funked, so I asked him if he had poops. He stands up and says “Yes, Momma”. Awesome. He then proceeds pull up his shirt and say, “See, Mom, I do have boobs.” Umm, not what I asked, Coop, I said do you have poops? I was completely startled by the pointing at his bare chest and screaming at the top of his lungs that came next: