Poop is funny!

Here are a couple of things Caleb said within a 20 minute period that made me laugh.

First off, Adam was singing the Farmers insurance jingle. Altered of course. "we are Farmers! Da da da da poop poop poop!"

This gave Caleb the giggles. He said "sing it again!" but Adam had moved on to other obnoxiousness. Caleb, the sweet little simpleton, had to improvise: "we are poop farmers!" hah!

I wonder what poop farmers do...

Second story. Sorry for the TMI on this one, but I still think it's worth sharing.

Occasionally the boys take too long to eat. An hour will go by and I'm still having to remind them why they are at the table. Today we went to Six Flags. At around 8 PM we were finally home and eating dinner. Because the boys had fallen asleep on the drive home I was planning on letting them stay up late and watch a movie. But not if dinner took an hour.

Kyle was in charge of turning on the movie, but said he would do it after he, um, took care of business, if you catch my drift. Knowing it was all taken care of, I went upstairs. Pretty soon I hear Caleb's pitter patter and then a knock on the downstairs bathroom door.

"Hey Daddy, don't be done pooping okay? Stay on the toilet until we are done eating!"

I know people may not find this quite as hilarious as I did, but maybe it made you chuckle.

Levi

My sweet Levi is a funny little boy. I know I called him a dud in a preceeding post. That's not really the case. I mean, yes he's a little slow; yes, he needs physical therapy to catch up; yes, he probably would be content to let others wait on him hand and foot the rest of his life.

Let's be honest, who of us wouldn't like that last one? And while we're on the subject, who among us hasn't needed the occassional cattle prod to force movement?

That's just me?

Ah. That would make a lot of sense....

Like mother, like son then, eh?

Levi is also sweet and smiley and cuddly and he has the best Spongebob teeth since Eva Marie. He's a happy boy who behaves very well. He sits in his stroller or his car seat without complaining. He is as content to watch movies as he is to sit down to a heaping pile of Cheerios.

I can't believe my tiny man is almost 1. (That may be cause he looks and acts like he's around 8 months... on a good day...) I just love him and I'm so happy the little guy is in our family.

I'm even over the fact that he wasn't a girl.

Mostly.

Sometimes.

Okay, so I put bows in his hair and call him Luvenia. Is that so bad?!

I kid, I kid.

This post is all over the place, huh? If you take one thing away from it, it should be that I love Levi. If you take away two... well then you understand what's happening here better than I do.

Good morning, now have a bad day.

Have you ever aggravated your spouse so much before 9 AM that you know their gonna be pissy all day? Isn't it a shame to waste a day when people wake up on the right ride of the bed? Why oh why, did I drag Kyle, kicking and screaming, to the wrong side?

It started yesterday actually. I went out to the car to get juice boxes for the boys.

This morning I went to finish cleaning my stuff out of the car... Oops. Left the door open. Lghts are not coming on. Holy shiz for brains, I have to tell Kyle I killed the car. He was not happy.

I made the boys and me eggs for breakfast, there weren't enough for Kyle, so I had to make a second batch. I lost control of the carton and two eggs took a tumble. All the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't scrub clean the mess again. So into the wash the kitchen rugs went. I ended up giving Kyle my eggs. (I honestly wasn't trying to get on his bad side!)

Kyle got into the shower. "why is there no water pressure?!?!?) oh yeah, washer is running. He also had to eat a second breakfast cause he ate my breakfast and the amount of a dieting woman does not satisfy a 28 year old man.

I wasn't trying to piss the man off. In fact, I was trying pretty hard to make him have a good morning. Guess that was a big fat failure!