Poohisms

don't be fooled by his peaceful slumber

His name is Christopher but he is lovingly referred as Pooh or Pooh Bear. He is cuddly
just like the stuffed bear but he has Tiger's personality with the same zest for 
living. Chris says that he is his "mini me" but only half of what Chris was like as a 
child. God bless you, Grandma Karen, it's no wonder you would need 
the occasional Valium. I totally get it-NOW!! 

Poohisms:

     Pooh has a love for the stuffed animals. "Dis one name is Doggie, dis one is Bunny,

 dis one is Donkey (you get the gist) and dis one is..." Chris interrupting: "Giraffe?" 

 Pooh: "Nooo, Oscar" As he gives Chris this look for not knowing
the obvious. Silly daddy.

Chris was shopping with Pooh at Walmart. "Pooh, come on. Stop farting around, let's go"

 Pooh, turning the corner, comes waddling up to Chris. "daddy, am I a good penguin?"

At Trigs, he sees a little boy about his age. "hey wady, what his name?" he asked
the boy's (I'm thinking) grandma,"his name is Bug" (pet name?) Pooh, looking at 
me bewildered "what kind ah name is Bug?" Me: "I don't know, POOH"

For some odd reason, ANYTIME I dare to wear a skirt/dress, he has to come up from
 behind and lift the back of it. Usually it's done in public places, like McDonalds or
(today) Walmart, while we stood in line to check out. Lovely.

He had been trying to tell me a story or something, I got a little impatient, we
moms do that from time to time, "come on, Pooh. Just spit it out." He spit 
on the car floor.

One time, a friend was cuddling a tired Pooh, while the other kids swam. He 
snuggled rightinto her and then (as he caught his second wind) "I can see you boobies" 
I could have died.

It never, EVER fails, when we leave the house I always ask "do you have to 
go potty?" "NO!!" what does he have to do when I'm almost ready to check 
out? Potty and "it ah-merg-cincee"

If I don't have him in a shopping cart, he runs around the store like a hyped
 up banshee on sugar. Thank God he hasn't figured out how to get 
out of his car seat.

Tonight. He has a stuffed Puss in Boots from Shrek. One of his favorite stuffies. 
Puss had been "lost" (not really) because Pooh looks for things like how a grown 
man looks for things, kinda glimpses over the room(s) instead of how we woman 
look for things. Know what I mean? We pick things up and look beneath them 
and we find them. Anyway, tonight he found Puss. And he starts throwing him thru 
the air, at things, and shoving him in tight spaces. He shoved him in this toy golf 
catty thing and Puss gets jammed. In trying to retrieve him, Pooh gets his little arm 
stuck. He cries and I get him unstuck. But then cries. Because Puss is stuck.
 I save the day by getting Puss unstuck. To which Pooh shouts, "yay! Pussy!!" which 
Chris laughs and gives me this look. You know the look? Like he's so proud. 
Pig.

These are but a few Poohisms, there are MANY, MANY more. Honestly, 
the boy cracks us up. He's like this little wind up toy on steroids and the things 
that come out of his mouth!

But he's very lovable, has the biggest, kindest heart that is very easily crushed.
 He's just vivacious and charismatic. Totally a Tiger but mixed with a little 
Pooh Bear. Ellie would be like an Eeyore and Evie would be a Roo 
to my Kanga.

Anyway, I know that this will NOT be my last post of Poohisms. For his story has just

begun.