good idea, bad idea: haircut

Good Idea:  Teaching bible stories to our boys.

Bad Idea:  Teaching the story of Sampson and super hero hair to our six-year old that hates getting his hair cut.

farting monsters

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Caleb was terrified of monsters creeping into his room in the middle of the night.
Despite my best efforts to reassure him that monsters do not exist, he remained terrified.

He was terrified until Dad put him to bed one night.

Right in the middle of our nightly-scheduled-monster-trauma, Dad let out a big fart.
It was big and it was loud and it smelled horrible.

"Don't worry Caleb," Dad said with a look of complete satisfaction on his face,
"no monster will ever visit our house when it smells like this.
Did you know that monsters are scared of my farts?"

A large grin spread across our four-year-old's face.
And for the first time in months, he slept without a worry in the world.


Goodnight kisses are no longer complete without a goodnight fart from dad.


Caleb is now under the impression that mom farts away the scary shadows.
Believe me, I am never going to try.
Never ever.

Two Truths and a Lie

1.  When given the option, my boys would choose a mouthful of raw unseasoned spinach over a bowl of homemade macaroni and cheese.

2.  CJ is scared of underwear... and airplanes.

3.  While driving carpool home from school, I overheard Conner discussing the duration of my bathroom visits with his friends.  Isn't there anything sacred anymore?


{Answer:  They are all true... although I do wish that all of them were lies.} 

knock knock

We always share knock knock jokes around the kitchen table at dinner time.
With CJ listening in.

Until tonight when everything changed.

CJ:  knock knock
Me:  who's there?
CJ:  bum bum
Me:  bum bum who?
CJ:  bum bum pooping on the toilet.

Despite the potty talk... I am one proud mom right now.

blue lightning

Soccer season just ended. Boo.
We loved chanting "inside, outside, laces."

And eating dinner in the car on Wednesday nights.

And avoiding chores on Saturday mornings.

And watching Dad coach.

And taking lots and lots of pictures during the games.
Because Conner always plays better when the camera is focused on him.

Go Blue Lightning!