He's SO three!

I should stop blogging and write a book just about the things Aron says. Of course, I think I'd only have to make about 10 copies: 5 for me, 3 for my family and maybe 2 more for me. But that is not the point. He is just saying the funniest stuff right now! Case in point:

I took him to his 3-yr check up with his pediatrician, Dr. White the other day. He was an absolute angel while the doctor was in the room. He answered her questions, was articulate and sweet and flirty, to boot. (big sigh of relief from me) He leaned his head to the side while she checked his ears, let her look in his mouth and see his teeth. I was floored. And proud. And floored! Normally, he is exerting his newfound stubbornness and pushing every button I was made with.

He even took his flu mist like a champ and didn't let so much as a tear drop when they pricked his finger for an iron test!

She praised him and was so sweet to him and told him she'd see him next year when he was four.

Dr. White left the room and I got down on the floor with him to help him with his shoes. I told him, "You did such a great job, bud." He smiled and looked off into space. Then he said, "Mommy, I'm so three."

Yes he is.

Christmas Cards

My friend Rachael posted a picture of how she displays her cards and asked others to share how they do it, too. She's so much fun, that Rachael! So, here's mine. It's not so original, but I love how I can see them as I pass from one room to the other and I must go in and out of the kitchen about 999 times each day! If you haven't mailed me a Christmas card yet, get to it! I have plenty of room for more!

Also, let me close by quoting my funny friend Rachael: "And if you don't have a blog, then join the cool kids and get one!"

Mammaw. Better than Santa!

Here's Aron* and Mammaw. (my mother)

Mammaw brings presents! (like a v-smile pocket gaming system)

We go fun places when Mammaw is here...like Opryland!

And Aron likes to show off for Mammaw. (*like refsuing to look at Daddy when he is trying to take our picture, causing Mommy to have to tickle him to even get a smile)

Mom was here for a week, which meant lots of laughs, treats and special things. It all added up to a great visit full of new memories!

Red-handed...or Green finger'd!

Look at him go!

See the fingers in his mouth?

Is there a hot-line for addictions like this? You can litterally see the tracks in the incing bowl where he has scooped it out over and over!

Ah, the Sugar Buzz!

I honestly lost count of how many times we told Aron to stop eating the icing with his fingers! Our buddies Morgan and Keegen were over last week and we baked dozens of sugar and gingerbread cut-outs. Aron was not as into icing the cookies as he was his tongue! Rudy had to take him off his stool in the kitchen and into the other room to talk to him about the tummy ache he was headed for, but it was a futile fight. He climbed back up and started over again. The icing seemed to control him! So we all sighed, slapped icing on the rest of the cookies and hurried to the car to go and look at Christmas lights to keep Aron from becoming a diabetic in one sitting! SHEESH!

A little something silly!

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