Silly Antics

My little guy makes me belly laugh at least once a day--sometimes by the things he says, sometimes by what he does, or sometimes because he is deliberately trying to entertain me and make me laugh.  (Yes, my little two year old likes to tease me and is a practical joker...already.  Gulp.)

Anyhow, this week two things happened, which I need to document before the moment and memory of them fade.  They were, of course, two things that made me laugh so hard I almost couldn't catch my breath.

Scenario 1:  My mom and I decided to take Little Lewie to the mall for a special trip.  He likes to go on the kiddie rides, and even more, he LOVES to push the buttons and go up and down the elevator.  (Yes, anyone who's been following my blog for almost a year now knows how much this kid loves elevators.  It's been a fascination of his for almost a year, and there's still no sign of him letting up...)  My mother's car is older, and we still don't know quite how to make the back window baby proof.  So, as you can imagine, a toddler that loves buttons, absolutely adores making the window go up and down in the back seat.  When we pulled into the diner parking lot, he put down his window and shouted "Hi" to a few people talking outside their car.  They stopped and laughed at how friendly my little guy is.  It was almost as if he was trying to pick them up. 

Then as we pulled up to a red light, a guy (probably in his twenties) was sitting in his Mustang convertible with the top down.  Little Lewie decided to put his window down once more and yell out to him.  It sounded like he said, "Nice car."  The guy didn't expect someone to yell a compliment to him from such close proximity and literally almost jumped out of his car.  (I swear my little guy was a comedian in his former life.)

Scenario 2:  Three days after seeing such a beautiful rainbow by our house, we had a terrible thunder storm with such strong winds that a tree in our front yard smashed down on our house.  (Oh yes, it looks like we have several thousand dollars worth of damage!)  Little Lewie was napping at the time and didn't quite know what happened.  The very next morning I told him if he steps outside the house, he's going to see that a tree fell down.  He went outside, picked up a thick stick, brought it in the house and said, "Mommy...fall down tree...fall down tree." 
      "Oh no Lewie," I remarked, "that's not the fallen down tree..."  I led him to the front of the house and pointed to it.  The look on his face was priceless.  It was almost as if he said, "Holy Sh*t!"  He surveyed it from all angels, and after a few minutes, he looked at me and said, "It's fine, Mommy.  It's fine." 

Kind of the look he made when he saw the "real" fallen down tree.

The lovely tree.  This is shot # 1 for our house insurance.

Another shot of the tree.  I was so eager to get a picture that the storm
was still rumbling in the background as I took it; if you look close to
the TV, you'll see that the news is still tracking the storm with all the
bright red, yellow, and oranges.

Needless to say, the taking down of the tree is definitely going to be the excitement for the weekend.  He's already had the pleasure of meeting two tree guys, and in just a few short days, the guys are going to be out here with their bucket truck, the rope pulleys, and chainsaws.  As long as he doesn't open the window on the second floor and startle them by saying "hello" or "nice saw," we should be fine!