Smart little Goobey

So I thought I should write this down before I forget. Yesterday morning after getting our oldest on the school bus we had several errands to run. On the road Goobey asks" where are we going?" in a very irritated voice. I respond with " to the moon". He looks up and says "we need a rocket ship to go to the moon mommy". He was very serious when he said this. I thought it was too cute.

My multi colored toilet

So this incident with Goobey actually made me quite upset. I still am NOT laughing nor think that it's funny.

So everyone who lives in Arizona knows that it is hotter than a mother in the summer, so most mothers give in to their children eating Popsicles. They are low in calories and the kids love them. Well, Goobey has an obsession with them. This last summer we would catch him sneaking downstairs(over the gate and pulling a chair up to the fridge) to retrieve this beloved treat.

One day we were all sitting downstairs in the evening enjoying a movie and my sweet 2 year old comes out of the downstairs bathroom with a Popsicle stick. I tell her to throw it away and she does. Then she comes out again and again each time with another Popsicle stick. After about the fifth stick I decide to get off my lazy buns and see what is going on in the bathroom.
To my dismay there is an entire box of 36 Popsicles sitting on top of the toilet lid. Let me say that it was brand new as of that morning.
They all had melted and were all over the toilet, floor and rug. I started screaming. He knew he was in trouble because he went running. To this day the toilet lid is still multi colored. Every time I gotta go I think of him.

Silly Gooby

So my 2nd little boy seems to quite the mischievous little devil. My mother in law said I should make a blog just for him so I think I will post as I can remember. I call him Gooby so for all intensive purposes that is what he will known in the blogger world.



One of my fondest adventures was when Gooby discovered how to unlock the refrigerator lock. When he was almost three he comes up stairs and is so proud to show me the eggs that he had in his hands. I immediately run down stairs to no mess in the kitchen. I open the fridge and it is clean. I then open up the egg carton to find no eggs inside. Now I knew that this was a brand new carton of eggs and he had only brought two upstairs to me.



I look in the fridge and in the sink and can't find them anywhere. Baffled I went into the laundry room to look for the missing eggs and find dry spaghetti noodles on the floor instead, right in front of the washing machine. Not really thinking about it I open the washing machine to find my ten missing eggs and a pound of dry spaghetti noodles. Thank goodness there was not a load of laundry in there. I could only laugh and pulled out all of the dry noodles and eggs shells and ran an empty load to clean it out.



When I asked him about it he just said he was cooking. Oh, my sweet little Gooby. Just remembering this story and the sweet innocent look he had on his face makes me smile.



Now just to make this clear. We DO NOT cook in the washing machine. That was all him.

My sweet little Goobey

So I know that it seems like I have been posting a lot about my little Goobey but he keeps things funny( just like his dad). For Veterans day our oldest had school off so we decided to have a family breakfast out. We all are sitting down when the waitress comes to take our orders. I order for the kids and in the middle of ordering we hear a loud "pop". I look up and Goobey has something white all over his face and all over the cushion by him.

Rick and I look at each other and look at him and are kind of confused. Then it pops into my head. I ask "Did he squeeze a creamer?" We all start to laugh and then I realize that Goobey isn't looking up at me. He has his head down and eyes closed. This somewhat concerns me and I wonder if he has any in his eyes. I ask him and he looks up at me with his eyes still closed with creamer ALL over his face. We were all laughing so hard including the waitress. Never a dull moment with our crew.

Dear Darth Vader

So I thought of another funny moment with Gooby. Let me preface this entry with this, Gooby is TOTALLY obsessed with Star Wars. Darth Vader and Darth Maul and any other bad guys.

So one night at the dinner prayer, it was Goobys turn to say the prayer. This is how it went:

Dear Darth Vader, thankful for food, bless it, in the name of in the name of General Grievous Amen.

As soon as he said the first part, Rick and I looked at each other and started to smile. Then when he closed with General Grievous we couldn't help but to laugh. So trying to be good parents we explained that we don't pray to anyone but Heavenly Father and we only close with Jesus Christ.

Fast forward to the next evenings dinner prayer. Gooby insists that he pray again and this is how it went:

Dear Heavenly Father, thankful for food, bless it, in the name of Darth Maul Amen.

George Lucas would be proud. A three year old worshiping his characters.