Twitter Dee Dee (I'm Twitter Dee Dumb)

If you have no idea what this Twitter thing is all about, get in line behind yours truly. The way I understand it, people constantly give short updates on what they are doing. I guess the updates are called "Tweets"? I guess you can sign up to get other people's constant updates, but to that I say, "TWHAT"? and "TWHY"? That sounds kind of annoying to me.

I thought I was successfully avoiding the Twitter craze, but I recently discovered that I'm not. You see, my 2 1/2 year old son is a twitterer, or a tweeter, or twhatever. He does it all.day.long.

It starts in the morning, with, "I have Puppy!...I'm going down the stairs...I eating my waffle...I dropped my cup...". Throughout the day I hear, "I'm building a tower...I'm going down the slide...I'm making this puzzle...I'm eatin' a snack...I'm playing with my friend", etc.

He also likes to get updates on what I'm doing throughout the day. "Mommy, your hair is wet?... Mommy, you eating yogurt?... Mommy, you getting dressed?..." These inquiries MUST be answered immediately, or I will be forced to hear their repeated echoes rattling around in my feeble brain for hours, like the tune of a song you hear but can't get out of your head. "Yes, Dylan, my hair is wet... Yes, Dylan, I'm eating yogurt... Yes, Dylan, I'm getting dressed..."

One day this past weekend, while dining at Hoss's, my potty training sweetheart shouted, "MOMMY! YOU WENT POTTY ALL BY YOURSELF?!? YOU WENT PEE OR POOP ON THE POTTY?", as I made my way back to our table. "Yes, Dylan, I did. Pee, if you must know". "Where's my damn sticker?", (I asked a red faced, laughing Jim, not Dylan).

Turns out, I was right on with my assessment of Twitter. It IS a little annoying. But, in case anyone is wondering, I'm about to turn off my computer. Then, I will walk up the stairs. Then, I will brush my teeth, wash my face, climb into bed, sigh, and snuggle down into my pillow, before falling asleep. Oh, sorry. I skipped something. I will also pee on the potty, all by myself.

Dylanisms

Dylan has been cracking me up this week. He has so much to say, and a lot of the time, I have no idea what the string of words he has just spouted out with enthusiasm means. Usually I understand the last word or two, and I piece the rest together. Sometimes, though, what he says is perfectly clear. Like yesterday, when I asked him, "Would you like to go to the library?"
He said in the funniest little voice, "Oh! THAT would be nice!" (with his voice going higher at the end of "nice")

Oh, and when I asked him what he wants for Christmas, he didn't even need to think about it.
"Milk, and a do-ey!" Oh crap, I thought. I have to field the requests for a dog already? We already have a cat I don't want.
"Dylan, you want milk, and a doggy?"
"No, milk and a do-ey!"
I was actually relieved when I discovered he was saying "donkey". He wants milk and a donkey for Christmas?!