Cayman's One-liners

I know I just wrote about Cayman, but if I must be honest, I'd rather write about him then complain about my neck and back pain from my dumb accident yesterday! (If you must know, it is starting to feel better thanks to IBuprofen and the heating pad...and Ian's fantastic back rubs.) Other than the pain and Cayman making us laugh, I have nothing major to blog about this evening!

Whenever I want to get Cayman to do something that he normally isn't too fond of doing, I turn it into a game, and we have to run really fast through the house. This is what Cayman says almost every time: "Hurry! Fire truck coming! I hurry-upping mom!" He's said the "hurry-upping" for other things also, and I think it is so stinkin' adorable! I have no idea about the fire truck thing though......

This morning, I was sitting on the couch (trying not to move), Charis was napping, and Cayman was sitting on the couch playing beside me. I was watching TV, so I wasn't really listening to Cayman all that much. But I heard him finish up his conversation with this, "Do you hear me? Yes ma'm!" Do you think he hears that question a lot during the day? At least he used his manners.

Charis and Cayman were playing ON Ian tonight. They weren't playing with Ian -- just on him! They were all sitting in the chair together, the kids were reading books; Charis dropped her book, so she started attacking Cayman to try to steal his book from him. She was moving all over the place like a little wild woman! She kept giggling at Cayman, trying to touch his face, grab his hair, etc. Cayman was giggling back at her, and then he said, "Baby loves me." :) It was so cute.



Cayman is obsessed with pooping on the potty...unfortunately, he's only obsessed with other people pooping on the potty. He still refuses to sit on the potty, even when he tells me when he's pooping. Whenever Ian or I are using the bathroom, Cayman will go to the bathroom, stand at the door and say, "Daddy, you pooping? You get M&M daddy! Woohoo!" Today, he told me, "Mommy, I pooping!" So of course, I excitedly say, "Cayman, come on! Let's go poop on the potty so you can get an M&M!" "No mommy!" And then, out of no where, he said, "Carson poop on potty." (Carson is a friend of ours from Port Charlotte that Cayman hasn't seen since we moved here.) Then Cayman got down off the couch, walked into the kitchen for about 5 minutes or so, and it sounded like he was playing in the trashcan or something. I asked, "Cayman, what are you doing????" Then he came walking back into the living room, and he said, "Dare [There]. I all done pooping!"