Six Forty Three AM
I'm awake. I'm awake. I'm awake.
Behind me at the kitchen table, I have three children who are eating cereal. I should say "eating" because they are actually squatting on chairs, alternating turns to leap up to a standing position while yelling Hoo-Weee! I see no cereal being consumed, but there is lots of giggling.
This whole hoo-wee business is baffling. It's from some show, and they all think it's the best joke ever.
The baby sings "And on that farm he had a...hoo-wee?" I'm going to get it on camera and post it, because it's hilarious. She scrunches her face up with a confused look, and says it like a question. Then, she yells Hoooo-Weeeee! and busts out laughing like a maniac.
I'm starting to think it's the best joke ever, too.
Oh, great. The hubs gave them juice boxes and disappeared with the sports section for his morning appointment. The baby just aimed the straw at her general face region and applied pressure. She's all wet and seems pleased.
me: "Oh, no! You're all wet!"
baby: "Wow! Great! Laller laller laller laller!"
me: "Let me wipe your face."
baby: "How 'bout...hoo-wee?"