did that just happen?

Blurry pictures, but too cute to delete. I was messing with my camera settings. His shirt isn't actually this glowy.

I've had a lot of instances over the past few days that I've had a reason to ask...

*The girl that cut my hair the other day kept calling me "ma'am." What the heck? She probably thought I was an idiot because it took me a while to catch on to the fact that she was speaking to me. Am I a ma'am? Surely, surely I haven't reached ma'am status yet.

I should've asked the child how old she was. How old do you have to be to go to cosmetology school?

*Talking to a boy I used to babysit. When I sat for him, he was potty training. He probably thought I was a wierdo, too. I couldn't stop staring at him. His voice has changed! He was all...old and stuff. What does that make me?

*A lady darted in front of me at Old Navy today. I'm not joking. She saw me going for the register and dashed in front of me. It didn't occur to me at the time how rude it was. Until she rang up her purchases as two separate orders and then stood and chatted with the cashier over how unusual the spelling of his name was. Are you for real? If I had been alone it would've been one thing, but when shopping with three boys, time is of the essence.

*I've noticed one syllable words coming out of my mouth as two syllables. I'm turning country, I fear. I asked Titus the other day, "Whatcha cryin' fow-er?" and I've caught myself saying, "Whatsa matter baby bow-ee?" Yikes. I need to take a trip to Minnesota or somewhere to balance back out.

*Speaking of country...I noticed a creepy crawly tonight as I was carrying a sleeping Felix through the kitchen. Luckily, the cat noticed him, too. He was just a tiny little tree frog, but still. I figured I'd give the cat a few minutes to handle him while I gave Titus a quick bath.

Afterwards, I realized I'd forgotten to grab T's sleeper from the laundry room. I carried him down wrapped up in his towel, only to realize the cat is totally worthless. I plopped Titus down into his little bouncy seat thing and went to find something to catch the frog in.

And then..."oh PLEASE tell me that was just a fart."

Stupid cat can't even catch a silly little tree frog. I grabbed a colander and a cutting board, trapped him in it, heebee jeebeeing it every time he jumped. I swear he was going for my face. I carried him to the front door and just tossed the colander and cutting board out with him.

Then I gave Titus another bath. Fun stuff. Why I didn't take the time to throw a diaper on him before running downstairs, I do not know. Make that reason #455 why I would never even consider cloth diapers.

I will also never live in the country. Or have a pansy cat that can't even catch a frog.

*Mr. T is reaching his milestones all at once.

-He woke up on his belly this morning

-He laughed for the first time at Books A Million today

-He's reeeeeeeeally starting to notice his hands

-He noticed his foot for the first time today

He's also started making this really goofy face and he's drooling all over the place. I think he's biting down as hard as he can and his lips just poke out like that. It's hilarious.

A stranger commented on his size yesterday. I've noticed, but no one out in public has ever remarked about how chubby he is. He is quite the little hefty hefty cinch sack, though. He's got those finger joint baby dimples and his hands are starting to take on that twist off look. I love it! His bewwy is perfect for raspberries now and his cheeks constantly have lip marks on 'em. He's really starting to take on a look of his own, too. Some days he looks like Felix, some days Simon, but mostly he's just starting to look like Titus.

I love my baby boys.

**A Felix quote, so I don't forget: "Mommy, can I have a sucker?"

"Nope, gotta eat breakfast first."

"But my hand is already in the bag."

:) Man logic.