Tuesday, May 20, 2008
You Say "Tomato", Spencer says . . .
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Guess Who Can Write His Name!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
"This Is Your Captain, Spencer, Speaking . . ."
Friday, March 28, 2008
Paging Doctor Spencer
Fish and the Needle
Saturday, March 01, 2008
He Feels the Need for Speed!
Words of Wisdom
So now that Spencer is four, he has some profound thoughts that he likes to share with us from time to time. Here are some of our favorite statements:
1. Mommy, skeletons do not poop their pants.
2. Daddy, I don't want to eat any candy because I don't want to get fired up.
3. Mommy, Santa will put things in your Christmas stocking if you stop saying bad words (I have no idea what he is talking about).
4. Mommy, tell me a word that starts with the letter "B" (wait a minute -- isn't this supposed to work the other way around?).
5. Mommy, someday Roscoe will get old and die, but I will be an animal doctor and make him all better (hmmm . . . perhaps we need to ramp up the 529 plan contributions?).
6. Daddy, when I am am big I am going to fly to Guatemala on an airplane to get you (awww -- now THAT is love!).
7. Mommy, you love me even when I am naughty (so true, so true!).
8. After observing the television show "ER" was on Spencer announced to Daddy "Hey -- I'm not supposed to be watching this!" Daddy promptly switched the channel to a different program that happened to feature a man and woman engaged in a passionate kiss. Spencer then proclaimed "I'm not supposed to be watching this either!"
9. (Yelling from the dinner table) Hey -- who's gonna fix my wedgie?!
10. This one requires a story: Mommy returned from the gym one Sunday morning and decided to take Spencer to the park. On her way out the door she grabbed a snack -- a can of V8 juice. Upon arriving at the park Spencer informed Mommy that he wanted to swing so Mommy set the V8 down on the ground by the swings. Observing this, Spencer announced (loudly enough for everyone at the park to hear) "don't worry Mommy -- no one will take your beer!" Mommy felt the need to respond (loudly again) "Spencer, that's not beer! It's vegetable juice!" We haven't been back to that particular park since . . .





