Sleepy time

The Moo-ing thing continues

Yesterday Jim mooed some more.
Then, when the baby was upset, I heard Jim tell him that he might feel better if he mooed and tried for the next several minutes to get him to moo. 

If my child's first word is "moo" I'm going to lose it.  Though, considering the other words Jim commonly says around him I should probably be thrilled with "moo".

Cocoon

I'm getting the baby ready for bed and put him in his swaddle snuggly and leave him with daddy so I can get some work done.

Next thing I know I hear singing behind me and look back to see Jim holding the baby and moving him in a circular motion while singing, "Stirring my caterpillar baby...Just stirring my caterpillar baby..."

Declawed

I decided we needed to get our cat declawed.  I'm not usually a fan of such a procedure.  However, Jim toys with the cat by moving his hand under the blanket and the cat pounces.  All fun and games until the cat starts pouncing on the baby who moves his feet under the blanket.  It happened one too many times.

I called the vet to get the cost of the procedure.

"Okay, I made an appointment for Cooper for next Thursday, it's $95,"  I say.

"Whoa!  Too much.  Just get me my knife!" he responds.

For the record, we paid the $95.

Who buys giant cupcake pans?

The other day I made cupcakes and put one in Jim's lunch.
He called me to tell me how all the other guys at work were jealous that he got a cupcake.  He then asked me if I would make a giant cupcake for him to bring to work the next day.  (His sister got me one of those crazy cupcake pans for Christmas).
Sure.
Now, I'm thinking he wants me to make him one so he can take it and share with them.
Oh no.
Due to their talking shit he is taking it to eat the whole thing in front of them.

I think he only got 1/4 of the way through it.