repressed memories

today, panzer pointed to my boob and said "drink milk out of there."

mommy:  well, you used to drink milk out of there when you were baby.  now you drink milk out of a jug in the fridge.
p: *points to left boob*  this mohs' milk.  *points to right boob*  this panzer's milk.
mommy:  like i said, there's milk in the fridge.

tie me up

today, panzer got out of the bath screaming "tie me up!"  sounds bad! but daddy will knot the towel around him like a straightjacket for a few seconds of restraint and p thinks its hilarious.

sidekick

today, panzer spent some quality time with batman and his atv.  this is a toy that never fails to disappoint him.  he can spend an hour putting batman in the seat, driving him around using the tiny, tiny handlebars, letting him off for a few seconds, and repeat.  he's like batman's transportation manager.

thanks auntie kimmy!

petty thief

today, panzer crimed a tin of cookies off the counter and shared them with his brother.

together, they decimated half, and crumbled the other half into microscopic pieces to grind into the tile.

peeping panzer

today, panzer peered under the crack of the door to see what daddy was doing.  (of course, mohs chimed in too.)

good to know all those talks about privacy have been effective. 

one picture

today panzer actually got a sweet picture of mommy.  he grabs my camera, runs off, and promises to take "one picture" every chance he gets.  most are of his finger or a close-up of the inside of his brain as seen through his eyeballs.  thus, surprising that mommy bothered to ham it up for the photo...

honey boo boo

today, panzer stood outside the bathroom and called "sweetheart?  sweetheart?" to mommy.  he repeats everything we say, which includes shouting "aaaaaaaa-ron!" across the house, among other more colorful phrases.

and even if you don't make a big deal out of it, he knows exactly which word you wish he had left out.  example:

daddy:  that's freakin' crazy.
p:  that's freakin' crazy.
daddy:  no, that's just crazy.
p:  that's just freakin' crazy.

helping again

today, panzer insisted on helping siti feed mohs.  

tree hugger

today, panzer watched "the lorax" (who he calls "the mustache") for the fifty-hundredth time.  in the middle he looked at me and said "tree fall down, mommy.  i sad."  and stuck out his little lip.

<3

git err done

today, panzer started saying "heeeulp" instead of "help" and "meeeulk" instead of "milk."

the only place i can think that he might have picked up this accent in the middle of arizona is from his buddy mater.

and our efforts to revert back to appropriate pronunciation have thus far failed.  thanks, disney.