Overheard at Casa de Goodwillie

"Kelly, don't eat my shoe! That's gross. Mommy walks around all day with that shoe. It's dirty and germmy."

Two minutes later, "Kelly! Don't put the couch in your mouth! What are you doing? That's gross!"

Pa just arrived from KY and has renewed his friendship with Rhys and the oft standoffish Kelly in record time.
"Kelly don't sit on your mothers neck. Beat me up some more. Ouff."

After unexplained screams from the direction of playing Pa and Kelly, "He's ok. I just spilled a little wine on him."

Rhys vocab words:

1. Hat, referring to a plastic yellow-bellied, green frog perched atop his melon head. He carefully placed the frog on my head, too, six million times and thank-god-he-was-waring-a-diaper laughed every time Mr. Frog jumped off.
   
2. Orange juice, referring to milk or water. We don't give him juice, yet, but Rhys has learned to parrot his big bro's Kelly's morning mantra.
3. me or my, referring to his insatiable desire for any food item not nailed down or secured with lock and key within his reach, surprisingly long and growing daily.
4. Book, his interest in reading has mushroomed over the past month. His favorite genre: dog books. Tails, by Matthew Van Fleet, Go Dog Go, by fake Dr. Seuss, and Good Boy, Furgus by David Shannon, among other canine related titles.
   
5. Dot, referring to One Red Dot, a brilliant pop-up book for all ages. Yesterday, when we were tottering in the neighborhood, Rhys stopped, squatted down, pointed to a circular shape on the sidewalk fashioned from petrified discarded gum and said, "Dot, dot."
6. Pato, referring to zapato, the Spanish word for shoe, Rhys' favorite possession. If shoeless, Rhys is semi-obsessed with the exact location of his shoes. Interestingly or, more precisely, coincidentally, pato, is the Spanish word for duck, the Rhyser's favorite animal to imitate. Rhys' duck call sounds like, "wack, wack."
7. Kelly and Baby Buckett, referring to his beloved brothers. They truly get along wonderfully, for now.
8. Boca, nose, eye, belly button, referring to his cute little body parts. Sometimes, he accidentally pokes himself in the eye when pointing them out.
   

I always ask for peace and serenity for my birthday, but with the three boys (3mo, 17mo & 3yrs), this year, I gladly settled for joy and love. Life is good.