I Got Played

I just got played by my almost 3 yr. old.

I’m minding my own business watching a little TV with Lea when the gentle voice of Max echoes down the hallway, “I need to go poo-poo. Ah yes, the one phrase that’s a free ticket out of the covers and on to the commode. Freedom from the shackles of sleep. (And yes, before I continue, I do realize that every time I blog it’s about #2. What can I say… It’s my muse ☺) Anyway, Max played the “poo-poo card” and bought himself another 30 minutes out of bed when he should have been asleep a long time ago.

After perusing a stack of 8-10 books, I pried him off the potty only to find nothing in the toilet. He even leaned over awaiting toilet paper as if I wouldn’t notice his little scam. Although he said nothing, his eyes said, “Sucker!” as he scurried back to his bed.

Beware of the “poo-poo card”. It’ll get you in the end. Get it. Oh well…

Merk

Boy Talk

At lunch yesterday, Luke asked me if he could be excused. Obviously, I asked why. He said it was because he wanted to look in the mirror. Again, I asked why.

"Because I want to see what color my food makes when it's all mushed up in my mouth."

How could I say no?

Whew!

Finally. Here's my latest quilt. It's a combination of all the quilts I've made so far. I really love it, but it took forever to make, probably because I seldom got more than an hour to work on it at a time.

So it's off to the long-arm quilter to do the actual quilting. I'm a little sad at this part because I'd like to do the whole thing myself. Unfortunately, my machine is only big enough for baby quilts. Anyway, I'll be snuggling under my new quilt in a couple of weeks. I'll also be back to blogging since I won't be so preoccupied. Hopefully.

Manners Need Work

Yesterday Merk and Max were snuggling on the sofa. Max dropped his pillow and said, "Daddy, I dropped my pillow. Get it."

Merk's says, "Max, what do you say?"

Max replies, "Quick, quick, quick!"


Who has been teaching this kid manners? Oh yeah, it's me. It looks like I've got some more work to do. :)

#2 Minister

Max is learning to serve. However, I have to say it’s a service that’s not always wanted. Seems he’s building a ministry of sorts within our house, traveling from one bathroom to the next. Yes, he’s a #2 Minister.

If you have to “take care of business”, he often times magically appears and pulls up a stool to keep you company. He even brings his own books as to not make you uncomfortable or self-conscious. Although, he often asks you to read because you are a captive audience.

I’ve seen his ministry flourish with his older brother. It’s not uncommon to see Max retrieve books, toys and even remove his brother’s socks upon request all while Luke is… er, um… pre-occupied.


So, the next time you invite us over and you need to excuse yourself to use the facilities, beware if the door cracks open. It may just be our young pastor of poop calling, doing a little outreach work. -- Merk

Atlanta - Part One

In an attempt to break out of the winter doldrums, I'm going back a few months to our trip to Atlanta. We go there every fall to visit my family. The boys love it. Here are some highlights from the trip.

These are real pictures. We were the last ones off the plane in Atlanta and the pilots invited them to sit in the cockpit. I thought the hat was a nice touch.


They actually have fall in Atlanta and the Luke couldn't get enough of it. Here he is admiring a tree.


My Gran has a great backyard. This is the swing that my Papa built for me when I was a little girl.



Gran reading to the boys. She's so special to me. Luke and Max love her as much as I do.

I've Got Nothing

I don't know where I've been for the past two weeks, but it obviously hasn't been on the Internet. I don't know what happened or how I let so much time go by. So, in an attempt to put something on my blog I came across these pictures from early January. Notice the shorts and t-shirts. Hard to believe, considering how cold and dreary it's been lately.

Anyway, these are some pics from when my Dad and Karen came for a visit.

More presents.


The boys adore my Dad and this picture is pretty much what went on all weekend.


I don't know for sure, but I think he secretly likes playing with their toys.


What a sweet twosome. Max wouldn't take a nap that day because he was afraid of being away from his Grandpa. He finally passed out in Dad's arms.


This has nothing to do with my dad's visit, just Max being silly. Notice the sunglasses are on upside down.