Out of the Mouths of Babes #4

Liam (with exposed belly) uttered the following in serious super-hero tones:

Super, SUPER, belly button blaster!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #3

As I finished replacing a sprinkler the other day, Liam, somehow managed to open our sticky front door whereupon he discovered a baby bottle filled with what he believed was water. He promptly took a gulp from the oh-so-tempting container discarding the paper funnel stuck in the nipple-less bottle top. I looked up to see him at the front window with tongue hanging and drool crippling down his little chin. I quickly came to his aid, assessed the situation, and discovered the demise of my VINEGAR filled fruit fly trap and the subsequent surprise of my three-year-old! Poor kid!

FYI Apple cider vinegar, a little dish soap, and water in a small dish attracts and kills fruit flies like no other. Regular "water-look-alike" vinegar...not so much.

This was my first and most likely last attempt with the funnel method. Apple cider vinegar might work better I'm sure, but that could easily be mistaken as apple juice!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #2

Liam: Momma, when the baby cracks (like an egg, most likely of the dinosaur variety), we could play wiffit.

Momma: Well, (laughing) babies don't really crack. They kind of...uh...slide out.

Liam: The baby'll swide out, go "WHEEEE," and THEN we could play wiffit.

Guess Who's Three!

It's a...

GIRL!

Yippee! I'm not boy trapped anymore! (For those of you unfamiliar with this phrase because you have not spoken to an elementary age girl lately, "boy trapped" refers to a girl sandwiched between two boys when sitting at the lunch table or in any other circumstance. Such an occurrence can result in the disastrous transference of cooties and swine flu.)

What's that? "Names?" you ask? Good question. Really good question. I'm having a hard time with that, but enjoying the uncertainty this time. Liam's name was pretty set in stone, so it's nice to have a change, and you know I can't wait for little dresses!

Out of the Mouths of Babes #1

If you had been a fly on our wall this evening for family scripture study (with the children's reader), you would have overheard the following:

Will (pointing to a picture of two men standing in the water preparing to get baptized): "Liam, what are those two men doing in the water?"

Liam in a surprised and nearly appalled voice: "They're getting their pants wet."

Living with Boys

This seems to be the week of me finding pictures on the computer! Here's the latest found on our desktop:

Take a second look. Click on it to see a larger version if you must. We're not alone.

See what I mean. Boys.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

(I won't be surprised if the next one's a boy too.)

Zurg

Dear Zurg,

Shame on you! I thought you were Liam's friend. Why do you insist on making appearances in his dreams...or rather, his nightmares?!

Last night at 3 AM the poor child woke up calling, "DADDY!" Apparently, you'd made your appearance and frightened the little dear so badly that he woke up and called for protection. After installing Buzz Lightyear at the head of his bed and saying a little prayer, Liam finally decided to fall back to sleep. A faster resolution than expected, but still...

Haven't we been good to you? When you first broke and we told Liam that maybe Papa could fix you, didn't Liam take one look at Papa when he arrived and run from the room to fetch you for your repair appointment? Then, when you finally broke beyond repair, didn't we go out the very next day and replace you because Liam couldn't live without you for even that long? For goodness sake, Liam wants to be you for Halloween next year! Could you cut the kid a little slack and just behave yourself?!

Sincerely,
Mommy

Evidence

I discovered these pictures on the camera this morning.

I'd like to think that the sharks are devouring an octopus...maybe not the most pleasant idea, but more pleasant than what I believe is the actual case.

Part of me just knows that that's no octopus...those are intestines.

The two pink fish halves prove my point. They would have to be pink, wouldn't they?

Oh, the things I've learned living with boys.

Fun with Daddy

Daddy always comes up with the best games. Today, we got to play pirates! We each designed our own costumes. I got the award for "Most Creative Use of an Empty Ritz Cracker Box." It's a very prestigious award, and I may be the only one to have EVER received it! We look pretty ferocious, eh?

-Liam