“Mommy, what do you think of my dress?” She calls to me, spinning in a circle, fluffing her hair just-so.
“I love it, baby!” It is one of my favorite dresses she wears, after all.
“Yeah, I like this PLAIDERN, too.”
(She combined the words PLAID and PATTERN to create her new word, PLAIDERN. I freakin’ love it!)
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As he’s kissing Baby V, Baby Dude says, “Wet (let) me smell her!”
He takes a biiiig sniff of her cheek/neck, and “Ahhhhh’s” afterwards.
“Dood (good)!” he finally mutters. “She smells like meat.”
MEAT!?!
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While playing with one another on the Wii, Baby Dude mimics his Mii and attempts to Karate kick his sister. Before I even get to reprimand him, she yells to him, “NOOO, BABY DUDE! You can’t kick me! I have good skin!”
Uh.. that’s a new one…
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Ever since the Super Bowl commercial, every time Baby Dude disrobes for a bath, to get into his bathing suit, or out of pajamas and into clothes (or vice versa), he starts swinging his shirt over his head, wiggling his butt, singing, “I’m Sexy and I Know It” while giggling uncontrollably. Thank you, M&M folks. Ha!