Things I Never Thought I Would Say

They say you change when you become a mom. At first, I resisted this. I disbelieved. Then, I noticed I was a different person.

The most startling part is how quickly my list of "Things I Never Thought I Would Say" has grown. (Side note: Being a teacher, I actually did have this mental list before I had kids. The list consisted statements like, "What are you doing? We don't crawl down the hallway!" which I said to fifth graders.)

Anyway, seemingly every day I pause to think of the absurdity of what I say. I hope know I'm not alone in thinking this!


"Oh no, sweetie, we don't use our toothbrush on our pee pee."

"Honey, let's talk about our poopy a little more quietly."

"Please don't stick your finger in your brother's nose."

"Yes, sweetie, mommy does wear a bra."

"Let's not touch the kitty's bottom."

"You're right! Your poopy does look like a letter 'P'!"



My mental list fails me. I know there's more.

I guess we'll have to wait for the boys to wake up so they can remind me.

A Weekend in Pictures

28 hours...

One "hootel" room...

Way too much fun to express in words.

Enjoy!

We Call Him "Bug Juice"

He...

calls his little brother...

Bug Juice.

(I'm pretty sure the above picture was generated by a comment, such as "Mommy, look at Bug Juice!")

We don't really know why. Except that Bug Juice (you know, this stuff) is apparently quite the treat.

Incidentally, everyone else gained food related nicknames. Daddy is "Ketchup." Mommy is "Corn." Uncle Mike is goober, but that's a story for a different day.

The "Ketchup" name caused a bit of an issue the other night. See, I really do NOT (do you get the point here?) like the smell of ketchup. This is important to the story, so remember it.


Anyway, the following conversation took place.

Big Brother (formerly known as "Chicken Nugget"): Mommy, do you like ketchup? (giggles)

Mommy (aka "Corn"): Umm...not really sweetie.

Pause.

Mommy: Oh! Do you mean Daddy?! Oh, well I like Daddy, but I don't like ketchup ketchup.

Big Brother: Daddy is Ketchup, Mommy! I mean, "Corn." Do you like Daddy?

Mommy Corn: Yes, sweetie. Yes, I like Daddy...I mean "Ketchup!" I just don't like real ketchup.



Oops. I hope it is clear to him now. I will feel bad if he develops some type of complex, thinking Mommy doesn't like Daddy.

Summer Survival Guide

What to do when...



...it's raining.

...the rain stops and your big brother is still asleep.

...you get a little extra sleep in the morning and want to do something fun in the afternoon.

...it's been a hot and rainy week and you need a break.

Then, you might want to rest.

All Stars

On Sunday, Father's Day and birthday presents were finally fulfilled.

We went to the Cardinals game. (Something we did much more often when there were no squirmy little guys!)

I chose this particular game because of something we did last year after the Cardinal game.

I mean, really, who wouldn't want to make running the bases at Busch Stadium an annual tradition?!


This year, we were a bit more prepared for the LOOONG line. Especially since we knew those wonderful folks at Busch would keep things moving right along.


This year, even I got to take a trip around the bases. (Last year, we didn't know Daddy would get to carry the little guy around!)



And...they're off!

So. Much. Fun.

Oh, and still the #1 Dad!

What to Do at the Park

Some kids go to the park to play.

And some kids go to the park to pull weeds and "cook spinach."

Can we get him on the payroll?

My Family

This is my family...

...and they make me happy.

Going to the Fair

We wouldn't miss a chance to go to the county fair. Animals, greasy food, hot sun, rides...what's not to love?

First, we went to kids day.

The boys got some free balloons, courtesy of our local politicians. Then, I made the poor little guys stare into the bright sun while I took a picture.

We went over to see some of the animals. The chickens and bunnies were a hit.

No pictures from the swine barn though. A pig grunted and made our little man cry. Terrifying, I'm sure.

The next night (notice the change of clothes!), we took the boys back for a nutricious dinner of corn dogs and a ride. ($17 for an armband?! We'll pick a ride and buy tickets, thanks.)

After a walk around and a look at every ride, the motorcycles won out.

Is he pointing? Rocking out? I don't really know.

The train seemed like a good bet for both boys. It was...

...until it was time to get off. The slightly more dramatic of our two children proceeded to cry. All the way home.

The end.

Or Maybe they Do

My children...

...do NOT really like each other. You would NEVER find them walking around holding hands.



...do NOT like to play outside. You would NEVER have to listen to them cry when it is time to go inside.



...do NOT make a mess. Ever.



...do NOT play with anything EXCEPT expensive, battery operated toys. They would NEVER entertain themselves with empty boxes or sticks.



...do NOT make me smile every single day.



On second thought, maybe they DO!