How to Train Your Catchapus

So, I'm sure I'm not the only mother of a kid who is in love with

How to Train Your Dragon.

Right?

You know that big scene at the end, where the Vikings go to destroy the Dragon Nest.

But they are greeted with a giant surprise of a Dragon?

Well, my little one thinks that everything has to have a name.

And at the moment that they yell for the catapults, the giant Dragon is wreaking havoc.

Thomas thinks that they are yelling the Dragon's name:

Catchapus.

We have told him that they were yellling for a catapult and

explained that it was a machine that threw rocks.

He says he knows what catapults are, but still insists that they are yelling out in warning for Catchapus.

I don't know if I should be worried about this name,

or if I should just giggle.

For months now,

I've chosen to giggle.

Update

So I have been slacking on my posting. I am well aware. I wasn't sure anyone would notice. Apparently I have a few more readers than I had originally thought. Go figure. As I've been "not posting", there have been random moments of, "Hey- I should blog about this." and "That would be a great post." Uh- yeah, it never got put into action. Whoops. So here is a feeble attempt to put in a few of those random "blog moments".

Thomas, as always is adorable. In fact, I told him the other day he was adorable.
He said, "I'm adorable...Mama, I'm not adorable!"
"You're not?"
"No. I'm Thomas!"

He watched Snow White with Grandma a few weeks ago...forgot how creepy the wicked queen really was and how horrible the story really is about the woodsman who has to cut out her heart, the witchcraft, wanting Snow White to be buried alive...Is this really a kid's show?!?! I digress-Thomas comes and wakes me up in the morning because I am not an early riser. He tried and tried to get me up, but I was reluctant. Finally he resorted to giving me a kiss to wake up like the Prince. It is now customary when he crawls into bed to wake me up now- to be Mama's Prince and give me a kiss. Priceless! (Then he demands that I stretch and get out of bed because he is thirsty.)

Kevin is working as hard as ever to provide for our family. I would be so lost without him. He is my love, my hero and my friend. I love him dearly. It is hard some days when I don't see him at all because our schedules conflict. I guess it just makes it that much sweeter when we do get the opportunity to spend time together.

I am working my tail off to get a show ready for the Eclipse movie debut. I have started a performance team at the dance studio. Still am in the market for a really tall guy with dance skills to partner a tall girl... if anyone has any leads, let me know. :) It is coming together, but it is stressful. I have some good friends who are my partners in crime lending a hand. I couldn't make it without them! I'm sure you will be subjected to my rambling about Twilight and the Eclipse show until its fruition at the end of June. I apologize in advance. I appreciate your understanding. HA!

Stay tuned- there will be more to come shortly. Promise. :)

Snippets of sweetness

Last night, I was teaching Kevin how to make my coveted carmel popcorn. (Dangerous.)

As I was explaining stuff to him, Thomas came up inbetween us and the counter with his head tilted back as far as it could go to look at us and said,

"I'm bugging Mamma and Dad."

We immediately burst into laughter.

Wherever he got this from, we have no clue.

Thomas loves watching Little Einsteins on the Disney Channel.

It's fun to see him absorb all the little details...

and even more fun to see what he retains afterwards and puts into action in his own play time.

There was an episode where they went into a cave

and there were bats and spiders.

Ever since he randomly runs to you and yells at the top of his little lungs,

"The bats are coming!"

The look of utter concern on his face breaks my heart.

To sway him away from fear and more toward power, I tell him to tell the bats to go away.

"Go away bats! Go away bats!"

I cheer for him and celebrate that the bats are gone. Triumph!

...Until he comes back minutes later to tell me,

"There are monsters in the forest!"

A happy little something

Life has been crazy so I have left my blogging on the bottom of my to do list for the past month or so. So here's something bright to start us off.

I was on my way to work, and had to take Thomas over to Kevin's parents house for them to sit for me. Thomas wouldn't be parted from the bucket that holds his trucks. He didn't want the trucks, that day. Just the bucket. He was telling me from the back seat that it was a hat, and he put it on his head. He would take it off and put it back on every 10 seconds or so. When he left it on, I thought he just liked it that way. Then I heard him snoring. It was around nap time and the car puts him to sleep. I counted my blessings that I had my camera when I turned around and saw this. Priceless.

From the mouth of Babes...

So, here I am sitting watching Wall-E with Thomas for the millionth time with him on my lap. Out of nowhere, he reaches out and pulls down the front of my shirt.

He looks down between my boobs and says,

"What's down there Momma?"

Uhhh- What do you say to that?!?!