The Life Cycle of a Butterfly (copied from his sister's blog)

There was a lot of discussion yesterday after school. A lot of it had to do with me getting Kyle up to speed as to why Brenley was grounded from her iPad for the day. A full day.  (And I wasn't about to go through the play-one-parent-off-the-other game!)

Anywhoo... Brenley pipes up,

"Yeah! Well you treat me differently than the other kids in class!"

"No, I don't. When you're not paying attention or up and about out of your seat, I call you out on it just as I would anyone else in the class... Would you have done that last year?"

"... no..."

"The year before that? .... the year before THAT?!..."

Brenley retorted with the utmost disdain,

"... well, it's not my fault this is the year the butterfly decided to break free from her cocoon!"

To which, Kyle and I both rolled our eyes...
"Spare me!" Kyle said.

Then I noticed a snapchat coming in on the ipad & I may have threatened to read it, which totally put vinegar in Brenley's wounds and she stormed off to her room and slammed the door.

Little Mr. I-Love-When-My-Sister-Is-In-Trouble starts to sing from side stage:

"Butterfly fly away..."

Then as we're laughing, Madden says,

"WHA? Butterflies fly out of their racoons!"

Oh we laughed!

"Tonight's starting line up..." December 13, 2013

This month's edition of the Madden Gillis Hockey News

• Madden has just informed me he's a "STIPER" in hockey. I replied, "I think you mean 'sniper'". He says, "NOooooo. It's a STIPER cuz I use my STICK to score lotsa goals. I don't use my snick. I'm practicing..." ooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkkk then...

• Madden was just watching the French CBC station. I asked him what he was doing,
  "I'm practicing. A lot of hockey players speak French you know."

Too smart for his own good, in my humble opinion....

While playing in the living room we were pretty sure we heard a certain F word being uttered by his little voice.

"DID YOU JUST SAY THE F-WORD, MADDEN?!?!" Kyle exclaims

"I accidentally said the F word. But I meant to say I wanted a drink. I didn't mean it. I PROMISE...." and he continues, just to smooth things over, "And really, when you think about it, it sounds a lot like another F word... FART!"

Then he proceeded to explain the phonetics of both to Kyle. LOL






It's almost bed time. Taing do Dhia!

The chances of getting a serious or normal photo these days...

... are slim to none!

and now for a news bulletin...

well, not really, but there should be some updates on here!

So how do you like me now?
Here's what I'm all about at 15 months old:

• I have an undying love of golf clubs/hockey sticks.
• Everytime I see anything hockey I say

  "Guy! Guy! Guy!" (which we think may mean "look")

  or

  "Go Ee-alls Go!"

  I love to hit my sister... my mamaidh... dadaidh... anyone really. And, the only way I'll stop is if you pretend to cry like it really hurt.
• I know when I'm being bad.
• My sister has taught me how to jump on the bed.
• I don't walk. I run. Unless, like at the mall the other evening, I don't want to go anywhere, which, in that case I'll sit on the floor and let someone drag me!
• I love to dance & have the cutest should shimmy thing that I do with  a little attitude tilt of my head. I've got rhythm!
• I can pretend to play the fiddle and diddle "tunes" while I'm doing it.
• When I'm bored with eating I throw all my food on the floor. One night I even threw the plate clear across the living room! (it smashed)
• I love to play/be outside and throw a tantrum whenever I have to come in.
• My newfoun talent is putting my shoes on... which means I"m always taking them off so I can put them back on again!
• I hate socks.
• I hate being taken out of the bath tub no matter how badly I"m shivering cuz I took the plug out and exclaimed

  "I did it!"

• I drink copious amounts of milk!
• I'm currently in love with a soft, fluffy baby blue and white blanket that Sheila Stinky Bum gave me. It has an 'M' on it, too. I love to be wrapped up in it, or walking around with it cozied around me so I look like the Virgin Mary... with horns sticking out.
• Apparently, I look like Dadaidh, but my personality bears an uncanny resemblance to Uncle Pat's. Maybe it's cuz I love to be the center of attention and seek to make sure I am!