I wish I started keeping track months and months ago because when he is 17 I’m so going to pull these blurps out in front of his friends and embarrass the heck out of him. Moses and his words…Moses and his phrases….Moses and his questions…Moses and his theories.
Walking out of his bedroom door: “Goodnight Monster” …closes the door then quickly cracks it back open… “Sweet dreams”. Later when questioned about that conversation he told me they live in his closet...great.
Me: “Moses I am the boss of you”
Moses: “I’m the boss of the motorcycle” (he didn’t care much for being boss of the applesauce)
On the conversation of balls (yeah, those ones): “No Mommy doesn’t have balls….when you get older Mommy you can have balls, ok Mommy?”
Moses: “Where are we going”
Me: “I’m going to work and you’re doing to school”
Moses: “No, I don’t want to go to school; I want to go to Target!”
Noticing my rear end after I get out of the shower: “I’m going to get Mommy’s hiney…(goes for it)...let’s open it”. This stems from his new love to “open” his own hiney and show you for no other reason that he is a boy and loves my disgusted reaction.
“I want to go to Grammies and Hobby Lobby”
Moses: “What time is it?”
Me: “7:30”
Moses: “OK”
Last one isn’t a phase but an action. On super special days we go to Starbucks before I take him to school. I get an iced Caramel Macchiato (milk on the bottom, espresso on top) and I always stir it to blend it all together. The other day he got his “coffee” (aka Tall iced water) and he pulled his straw to toward the top and started stirring his ice around. When he noticed I was watching he just smiling and kept stirring. A boy after my own heart.
Moses is 2 ½ and has no idea how to tell time, proper anatomy, and all the joys Target can really bring.

