Snips, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

My new issue of Parenting magazine came in the mail yesterday and in it is an article about raising boys that mentions the classic poem should be updated to "fights, farts, and video games." Fortunately, I can't relate to the fights and video games portion yet, but we're already there with the farts.

Brady's not even 2 yet, and every time he passes gas, he thinks it's hilarious.

I don't get it.

Any time someone else passes gas, he thinks it's funny.

I don't get it.

He has a rubber duck in his bath tub that he has figured out makes a farting noise when he holds it against his stomach and squeezes the air out of it. So now bath times are filled with farting ducks and maniacal laughter.

His laughter is contagious, but I still don't get it.

I know the future holds more of the same, only in more creative ways and I already don't get it.

Sigh.

Old MacDonald Had a Farm

Brady's recent leisure activities include reading any and all books about trucks and tractors and talking about animals. He even likes to read books to himself now, pointing to and naming the pictures he knows.



















He also likes to look at pictures of animals and the sounds they make. We were recently playing with a puzzle with a farm scene and our conversation went something like this.

Me (as he picks up a piece revealing a horse): "Brady, what sound does a horse make?"
Brady: "Neigh"

Me (as he picks up the next piece) : "What sound does a pig make?"
Brady: "Oink, oink"
(Stick your tongue out and make a gagging sound, and you're close to what it sounds like when he does it.)

The next puzzle piece Brady picked revealed a farmer. Tricky, I thought, we've never talked about what a farmer says, let's see what he'll say.

Me: "What sound does a farmer make?"
Brady: "e-i-e-i-o"

Stand-up comedy here we come.