He's growing up so fast!

My son is now about 15 months old, and overnight it seems like he get's it.

Two days ago, my mom was talking to Gregory about his bath tub experience and she said the whole story to him, and then said, "Tell me Gregory!"  After an exaggerated deep breath, he said to her, "It's true." 

Tonight, I said to Gregory, "Would you like a smoothie?" 
"Mooie?"
"Yes, a smoothie.  You'll have to sit here in the high chair while I make it."
After two-three minutes he asked, "Is it all done yet?" (It sounded like that too.)

He's so helpful too.  Tonight he helped me put away his toys, his cheerios when he spilled them, and also helped me pick up all the hangers.  :) 

When it was time to put pajamas on, I said, "Gregory, it's time to put on your pajamas." and he came running.  When I was done, he gave me a hug and said, "all done." 
Then I say, "Gregory, it's time to brush your teeth."  And he runs to the bathroom, and knocks on the door.

I'm trying to remember to treasure every moment, because it goes so fast, and soon he'll be grown up. 

Pumpkin Whip Pie

I recently had a huge taste for pumpkin, but wanted a light low fat recipe that would leave little guilt about what I ate. 

Here's my recipe for Pumpkin Whip Pie:

2 containers of fat free cool whip.
2 large boxes of fat free, sugar free instant vanilla pudding
1 can of pumpkin
1tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp allspice
1/8 tsp ginger
dash nutmeg
2 Tbl Sugar
Graham cracker crust

Whip up everything but the crust, spread in crust, refridgerate for 2 hours, enjoy! 

Simple, fast, easy, delightful!

Can I comb your hair, Mom?

I was playing with my son last night in his room.  We were on the floor and in usual boy fashion he was banging, pounding, and playing.  Abruptly, he ran from the room, and returned holding a comb. 
"Dis?"  he said to me.
I said, "It's a comb." 
He walked up closely to me, and began combing my hair.  I melted into a puddle.  He combed my hair for several moments and ran out of the room, returning again with a brush.
"Dis?"  he asked.
"It's a brush."  I said.  He starts the same process of brushing my hair.  Then he alternated, some with the comb, some with the brush.  So terribly sweet.