Scream

Be honest, this artwork Amelia made at school that incorporates a picture of her with the very famous Scream painting creeps you out, doesn't it.......or is that just me??

Adjusted

As expected, the kids have adjusted quickly to our couch-less living room....

You could probably argue that Amelia likes it more than it was before...

Room

The good news - tonight, we gave away our sectional sofa and it will go to good use.

The bad news - our new sofa isn't coming for over a week. 

The question I am struggling with is what to do in the now completely open living room.  I'm guessing Meggan may have different ideas, but as of right now, my top three are either full court little tikes basketball, a small roller skating rink, or Everett's favorite - a wresting thunderdome.  

Smooth Criminal

The guy on the right of this picture is learning how to work the world. Today, he got in trouble at school and had to sit along the fence at outside playtime.  Did he get angry and yell at his teacher? No. Did he try to sneak off the fence? No. Did he lash out and whine? No. He got off the fence when he was told he could, picked little wildflowers, and brought them to his teacher. Well played, son. Well played.

Reality Check

You know, sometimes the honestly of children doesn't feel so good...



Me: Don't tell mommy, but that lady on TV is my girlfriend.

Amelia:  No, she's not.

Me: She is. She just doesn't know it yet.

Amelia:  Yeah, right! You could never get someone that good (would have been a nice time for her to say "better than mommy" instead)

Me: What?!? Why not??

Amelia: Because you're not famous and you're still practicing losing weight.

Me: Ouch

Amelia: What are you going to say "Excuse me, I have to go do 15 jumping jacks "? and then she'll just say "Uhhhhhh, okaaaaaaaay??"

Me: Point taken.

Ride

Some people needs lots of friends around to have a good time....not this guy, he's a party all to himself....

Son

Here are Everett's two crowning achievements for today...

This morning, he burst into our room in an excited, hurried fashion. He was so proud of himself, he could barely get out the words. Once he composed himself a bit, we were able to make out what he was saying... "I just did a HUUUUGE stinky. You have to come see this!!".  He ran around the house and found Amelia to tell her the same. He wouldn't stand for us doing anything other than coming to see his handy work. Keep in mind, this is a kid who has been potty trained for over a year. He wasn't celebrating being a big boy, he was celebrating pooping like a Sasquatch. If it weren't for the fact that his effort was the most impressive potty work I've seen in years, I'd have taken it a little worse.

This afternoon, after he had another potty break at a furniture store (on a side note, I think this little guy is literally trying to poop in every public restroom in the Southeast), I heard him howling with laughter from inside the stall.  I go inside to see what's tickled his funny bone and he's standing there half naked having just realized he's been wearing two pair of underwear all day long. So, it took him 5 hours and 3 trips to the potty to realize he'd wedged himself into not only his way too small Spiderman underwear, but also into an additional pair of firetruck underwear below those.

Boys, they're just different.