Good Morning Thunthine... (Lispy for Sunshine)

This boy....





and his self portraits....


May be the death of me.... I never understand how a child could be a 'friend', even though my mom was/is my best friend all my life - I never thought I could be friends with my kids AND still be an EFFECTIVE parent. Ya know you have parents who are their kids friends and usually those kids are either spoiled brats or running amok(spelled right?) doing things that they shouldn't be doing. Anyway, Lispy is a pretty darn good feller - shut up anyone who knows us, I am trying to keep the facade going here - He is usually in a good mood, willing to do most of what you ask/tell him too and always looking for somthing to get into/'help' with. The other day Big Son came home after school and had been part of a 'job day' thingy. They had a surgeon come in and talk about all the stuff they do. The surgeon brought allong some things to send home with the children, like a hair net, booties and a surgeons mask. Big Son left them in the living room, of course - why put them away, and no more was said about them. I was sitting at the computer doing some bookwork and heard the wipe box open, I turned on the camera because you NEVER know what is going to happen around here. I have learned to wear it around my neck like a 'Life Line' commercial. Up to this point Lispy had been sitting in the recliner watching a Veggie Tale and yammering to Milk Dud - who in turn kicks his feet like and squeels like a piglet.... anyway - I hear the wipe box open and Milk Dud is babling away and I hear Lispy with the following...

Lispy: Milk Dud, thop (stop) ticking (kicking) your feet tho (so) harwd (hard). *this is wear I stand up to see what is going on* Over the top of the chair I see this...(dont mind the taped up card table - we play games on it)





He still thinks I am at the computer and that he is helping me is the best way - Milk Dud likes to be naked so he was not about to protest......And I notice the blue string around his head - this should not surpise me because they tie string to EVERYTHING!!!
Then this.....
Still have no idea what/where the string would have come from, but Milk Dud seems to be doing ok and Lispy is doing a good job. Then I hear - You think (stink) Mild Dud, did you thust (just) fawrt (fart) - I hate that word, but they are boys, their fathers sons for sure. SO - I finally ask this - Lispy, what are you doing? and within seconds of those words comeing from my mouth - I see this....


















With that I fall to the floor in fits of laughter. He has no idea why I am laughing..... Lispy: Mamma, vhy(why) you yaffin(laughing) - I thust(just) tyin (trying) to hewp(help). Him sinked(stinked) yike (like) pee-pee....do you vant(want) him to be thore(sore).... Here I am being chastised by a 4 yr old about not changing the baby fast enough. When I am finally able to control the tears streaming from my face, I tell him what a good boy he is and how much I appreciate his 'help'.

Lispy is hard to handle at times, he's pretty stubborn - but he is a friend. He is just the type of kid/person who is content to be in the same room with you and not want more. He is my little helper and bestest friend.
Thanks to Karen at Fresh Fixins, I have been replaced however. By this...

Karen, he LOVES Scooby Doo - He eats with him, sleeps with him and carries him EVERYWHERE! He is officially the house mascott and Lispy is now demanding I make him his own blanket and barn cloths.......no kidding..... Dont mind MD leg, its attached, he had just finished getting loved by Thskoooby Doo.

Well, I had better get my butt going. Life is not going to wait for me today and I have to get my work done for my 'real job'. Talk to you all soon!!!