My son is so hilarious now that he can carry on conversations. Today, at Costco, he was explaining to everyone within earshot that he was about to get a hottie dog. He started calling them that several weeks ago which is weird because, until that point, they'd just been regular old hot dogs. Now they are affectionately referred to as hottie dogs which, when he says it, sounds very much like hockey dog. Anyway, so he was excited about getting a hottie dog and he informed everyone that his mommy was going to have a hottie dog, too, but that Baby Matthew couldn't have a hottie dog because he didn't have any teeth. Despite his sound logic, he was still sad that he couldn't share his beloved hottie dog with the baby. Several times he begged me to let him.
From formula straight to hot dogs. That, coupled with the couch cookies while we watch shows about weight loss, would probably put me in the running for Mother of the Year. Doncha think?