Too funny not to share!

If I ever need a quick pick-me-up, all I have to do is think back to the events that happened on Friday, May 18th.

I had just taken the full bag of trash out of our kitchen trash can, which by the way, looks exactly like this one pictured on the left, when Ian comes along and throws away a food wrapper. I hadn't had a chance yet to put in a new bag.  Ian realized too late that the wrapper went in an empty can.

I said, "Ian, stay there for a second and you can help me get the wrapper back out."  Ian waited until I came back in the house from taking the trash out.  In a spur-of-a-moment-fun move, I picked Ian up, turned him upside down and lowered him in the trash can, head first, to retrieve the wrapper.  Ian grabbed the wrapper and I began to pull him back out.  Ian was almost completely free of the trash can, when the wrapper fell out of his hands and ended back at the bottom of the can.  I am still holding onto Ian this whole time and feel that I can adequately lower him back in the trash can again, head first.  Ha!  I totally misjudged how much Ian weighs and how heavy he was feeling in my hands.  Yeah, you know where this is going.  I dropped him!  Head first into the trash can.  Only from the knees to his feet were visible.

When I started laughing at what happened, I lost all my strength and couldn't even budge Ian to get him back out.  I was as weak as a wet noodle.  Of course, this made me laugh even harder.  Fortunately, I could hear laughing coming from inside the big metal cylinder and I knew Ian wasn't hurt. 

I had no other option and needed to turn the trash can on its side so Ian could get free.  Once he crawled out, we had another good laugh,  Fortunately, he was able to grab the wrapper with him this time.

Journal writing

Here's a little chuckle for you today;

Every Monday at school Ian's class writes in their journals what they did over the weekend.  It wasn't until after Ian's first swim lesson was over, when Jeff was helping Ian get out of his wet bathing suit in the Men's locker room, that Ian saw his fellow classmate, Amar.  Amar was taking swim lessons too, just in a different level.

Ian's jounal writing that Monday:

"I saw Amar in the shower."

No mention of the swim lesson. No mention where this shower was located.  Nothing else at all having to do with that Saturday.  Nope.  Just, "I saw Amar in the shower."

Mondays at dinner, I usually ask Ian what he wrote about in his journal.  When he said the above, Jeff and I laughed pretty hard.  We can just imagine what the teacher thought when she read it.

Who's On First?

Ian and Sam have developed their own version of being Abbott and Costello.  I can't help but giggle as I hear the following one day while driving in the car.

Ian (all upset about not being able to do something or other; honestly, who can even keep track any more?!?!):  It's not fair!

Now, you have to understand that Ian is saying this with a big huff and a puff, getting out his frustration on whatever he is upset about.

Sam:  It's not fair to you, it's not fair to MEEEEEEEE!!!

If you could only hear Sam's comback reply with the most perfect inflection in her voice, that "dude, you've got to be kidding me about it not being fair to YOU.  Really, it's not fair ME.

Ian:  No, its not fair to ME!

Sam:  No, its not fair to ME either!!

Ian:  It's fair to YOU, it's not fair to ME!

Sam:  It's not fair to YOU, it's not fair to MEEEEE!!

This goes back and forth for a good 5 minutes.  Each time Sam says its not fair to her, Ian gets all the more frustrated and upset that he isn't being taken seriously.  It's pretty funny, especially given the fact that Sam has no clue at all what Ian is even talking about.

And before you know it, no one in the car has any idea what is not fair.

Art imitating life

Many thanks to Amy (a great mommy friend) who saw this comic strip and thought of me. This is so true that it borders on not being funny. If you ever wanted to see what my calendar hanging in the kitchen looks like...just see below. This is us to a tee!  Pretty scary, but its good to know that we are not alone out there. Either the artist who did this is spying on us or is closely related to their own version of what life is like for the Toppall family.  For as much as I love electronics and the latest gadgets, I love my old-fashioned calendar hanging on the wall more.  There is something comforting to me to be able to walk by at any given moment and see where it is I need to be next. 

I believe you can click on this comic strip and it will appear bigger. Or, here is a link to read the comic online.  http://www.babyblues.com/archive/index.php?formname=getstrip&GoToDay=09/12/2010

A One Man Show

On Saturday night, Jeff read Ian his last of the bedtime stories and left his bedroom. I was downstairs in the kitchen and could hear Ian talking to himself, as was usual when he is trying to fall asleep. About 10 minutes later, I hear a loud, boisterous sound and asked Ian if he was ok. Ian replied with, "Yeah, I was just laughing, my hand sneaked up on my butt."

She gets it

Samantha's sense of humor is starting to come through loud and clear. She is in on the joke. She gets 'it'. I love seeing her have fun and can't help but laugh with her -- even when we are in the midst of telling her no.

Samantha is no longer in her high chair and has been sitting at the dining room table with us for the past 2 months. She has a booster seat that is strapped onto one of the chairs; it gives her the same height as the rest of the family. Her latest thing is to take one of her feet and put it on top of the table while we are eating. She will look around and see who is watching her do this. In under 30 seconds, Jeff or I will tell her "Sam, please take your foot off the table". She instantly obeys and down goes her leg back under the table.
Then, as soon as we turn our head, she not only takes one leg back up, she'll take both her legs. And this time, she won't put them on the table, she'll just shoot them straight up in the air, near her head. It is an amazing feat of acrobatics and flexibility, but more so, it is hilarious how in her own way she is defying us, but also doing as she was told. Her feet aren't on the table. Legitimately, they are no where near the table. And, when we look at her doing this, she cracks herself up laughing. You can't help but also start laughing with her. It is truly funny. We will go through this back and forth several times during many, many dinners.

Some evenings when it is nearing her bedtime, I'll take Sam and cuddle with her in my bed. We just hang out watching either that day's General Hospital, Oprah or Sesame Street. It is some great one-on-one time and one that I treasure. As we get closer to the witching hour of putting her down, I'll say, "Sam, time to go to bed." She instantly takes her body and nose dives straight into the bed. She'll lay there face first in the mattress, completely still, for like 30 seconds. Then she'll lift her head, with a big smile on her face and look at me. Once we make eye contact, she'll start giggling. I wait about 5 minutes and we do this all over again. It is seriously cute. In fact, her actions actually get her a delayed bedtime because I enjoy it so and she knows it.

I am loving her personality and sense of humor. She gets 'it'. At 18 months old she knows what funny is. I can't wait for her to get older so we can have two way conversations with words other than "doggy", "more", "book" and "whoa".