Why ask Why

I've been waiting a while now for Conner's "Why?" stage to begin. And waiting has paid off... but not the way I anticipated.
I even prepared Michael for it, seeing as I am the "researcher" of all that is baby/toddler/parenting between the two of us and he gets the Cliff Notes and highlights when necessary. My research told me to embrace the stage, and use it to expand his little brain, fueling it with answers and the like. If Conner were to asked why, darnit, I'd tell him.
And then, over the last 48 hours we've realized that the stage has indeed arrived, but is a little different than expected.

"What's that?"...."What's that?"...."What's that?"... times 1 million.

Everything, even if he knows what it is, gets a "what's that?".

A Home Depot trip yesterday in attempt to slaughter every wasp within a 10-mile radius of our house soon turned into a scattegories game a la 3-year-old.

"What's that?"
Me: a lawnmower

"What's that?"
Me: Another lawnmower.

"What's that?"
Me: Conner, we are in the lawnmower section of Home Depot. All of these big things with wheels and sharp blades cut the grass. These larger ones are for men who are lazy and think that their 2,000 square foot garden home's yard is "massive" and requires heavy artillery. Daddy wants one.

I hope to embrace the stage as previously planned... and after thinking about it for a while, I might be grateful that Conner has altered the "why stage". Identifying is much, much easier than explaining.

Number 2

All by "meself", the monkey is a potty master. A wiz of the wizzing... you might even say a poopfessional.
Our big boy undies look fabulous too - if only he could figure out why there is a flap in the front...

Pics, more to come

We are trying to leave Birmingham before dark, so just know that the images below are from either
A) Conner's cricket-catching phenomenon
B) Chase enjoying Conner's "big brother" skills at work... protecting the innocent by surrounding them with stuffed animals. Genius.
C) A sleeping chubby baby.
D) The bubble mower (and my hubby!) at work.
Enjoy.

Warning

If you enter my house, you will promptly be greeted by an adorable, yet very naked, 3-year-old. Do not be afraid, he's potty training.

5 times unassisted today going número uno!!

Yet he likes to play in it....

Con tells me he doesn't like the rain. It's "too really wet".

Vogue

Chase decided that skinny is so 2002. Weighing in at a manly 15 lbs and 2 ounces, he's now hot stuff and fabulous. Which I hope earns him a great modeling gig, seeing as he is a mere 1 and 1/2 inch from his infant seats recommended max. Exploiting children for their safety CAN'T possibly be wrong...
The monkey in my house turned 3 and also got his well-deserved check-up: 20th % on weight (28.9 lbs) and 50th % on height.
Here's to tall kids!