Thursday, October 23, 2008
:)
The boys and I are up in the toy room, playin' around and putting on a few of our Halloween wigs. Cael pulls out the MULLET and is sportin it like a champ. He's checkin' himself out in the mirror, throwing a couple of winks, points, and nods at his reflection. He's stylin'! I want to join in on the fun and Cael lets me try it on. How do I describe how I looked? HIDEOUS but oh so BEAUTIFUL!
Then Cael pipes up and says, "Mom, you look like a person on that show.... that show MY NAME IS EARL!"
After a few giggles I realize a)that's pretty funny that he recognizes the 'trashiness' of the mullet and would relate it to that show and b) mommy and daddy aren't going to watch that particular tv program when the boys are in the same room.
end of story.
I figure any story with a mullet is share-worthy, right?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
BOO!
We've been getting ready for one of our favorite holidays by making decorations for our yard. I don't know what it is, but we just love to do this pretty much every year. Ben is working furiously with his power tools, Cael and I paint and assemble... Brecon watches and helps out occasionally. It's family time and we love it!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
A Night to REMEMBER....
As I thought about something that recently happened this past monday, I couldn't help but think "Should I really tell this story?" and the answer is:
YES, yes I should.
We are at our tennis court and Ben and I are playing a little game and hitting back and forth while our boys are running around gathering up as many balls as they can. Cael comes over to me and says "I got something for you". What a sweet boy, right? Well, he had pushed two tennis balls down his pants and his placement was impeccable--His pants were bulging to the seams! It seriously was hilarious. I thanked him, laughed pretty hard, and continued on with the game.
Later that same night, We were playing doubles tennis with the Spicers and the kiddos are running, sitting, eating Otter POPS and trying NOT to get hit by flying balls. Suddenly both Cael and Bentli say they have to go to the bathroom. If it's number one for boys there really isn't any problem. Just point and shoot. But for little girls things can get a little more complicated. So we tell Bentli to just take off her bottoms all the way and go on the grass not very far away from the courts.
A few furious serves and returns later, we see that not only does Bentli have both TOPS and BOTTOMS completely off, but so does CAEL! They are running, jumping, and screaming in the grass... naked like the day they were born! We didn't want to stop their fun, so we let them continue playing around while we finished up our game.
Now Cael is at the gate and he's standing on one foot. "MOM, I stepped in poop". OH GREAT-- how sick is that? Me, trying not to throw up...
"Cael where did you step in the DOG POOP?"
"It's not dog poop... it's MY POOP"
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!???! Too late... I lost my dinner. Just kidding. But really, is that sick or what?
We'll just say cleaning THAT up wasn't near as fun as playing tennis! Thanks for the great FHE and for the memories!
YES, yes I should.
We are at our tennis court and Ben and I are playing a little game and hitting back and forth while our boys are running around gathering up as many balls as they can. Cael comes over to me and says "I got something for you". What a sweet boy, right? Well, he had pushed two tennis balls down his pants and his placement was impeccable--His pants were bulging to the seams! It seriously was hilarious. I thanked him, laughed pretty hard, and continued on with the game.
Later that same night, We were playing doubles tennis with the Spicers and the kiddos are running, sitting, eating Otter POPS and trying NOT to get hit by flying balls. Suddenly both Cael and Bentli say they have to go to the bathroom. If it's number one for boys there really isn't any problem. Just point and shoot. But for little girls things can get a little more complicated. So we tell Bentli to just take off her bottoms all the way and go on the grass not very far away from the courts.
A few furious serves and returns later, we see that not only does Bentli have both TOPS and BOTTOMS completely off, but so does CAEL! They are running, jumping, and screaming in the grass... naked like the day they were born! We didn't want to stop their fun, so we let them continue playing around while we finished up our game.
Now Cael is at the gate and he's standing on one foot. "MOM, I stepped in poop". OH GREAT-- how sick is that? Me, trying not to throw up...
"Cael where did you step in the DOG POOP?"
"It's not dog poop... it's MY POOP"
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!???! Too late... I lost my dinner. Just kidding. But really, is that sick or what?
We'll just say cleaning THAT up wasn't near as fun as playing tennis! Thanks for the great FHE and for the memories!
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