Random thoughts from the house where Star Wars and Toy Story have exploded...

I'm trying to remember T being this calm, sweet and innocent. I'm concerned that in a few short months my precious baby will be completely sucked into his daddy and brother's world of Annakin and Obi Wan.

Funny things he's said lately:

- Mom, is one side chocolate milk and the other one vanilla?

- T: Mom, why don't you have a peepee like me? Response: I'm a girl... T: Okay, well let's go to Target and buy you one.

- Mom, did you hear baby brother? That sounded like a blaster toot!
- Mom, I want to _____. Does that sound like a good plan? (this applies to everything from playing with friends to conning me into fruit snacks.)

4 week old crazy hair man.