Gotta go bathroom.

Brooks is the master of having to go potty at the worst times.  We’ll remind him regularly- when we’re leaving the house, when we pass a bathroom at the store – Brooks, do you need to go?

And it’s always “no”.

And then we get to enjoy this:

Yes, that’s my first-baseman in full potty dancing, holding himself form!

I even got some video and he literally dances around between plays, then the ball is hit to him, he runs to get it, finishes the play, then starts potty dancing again!



The Joys of Boys

Dear Sons,

If it isn’t too much trouble, I’d love if you could separate your underwear from your pants when throwing them in the laundry.  I realize that this requires an extra 3 seconds of effort on your part, but I assure you, your pants and undies will be cleaner in the long run!


And in other news, I think it’s time for longer pants.  Someone had a big growth spurt:




As I mentioned last week, our life has been hectic lately.  Well, this post is going to be just as hectic.  Some random stories and highlights from our life lately:

Landon was out of school for Election Day so he went to the polls with Dean and I.  We talked about the voting process.  Then that night, we participated in a much more delicious vote that the kids actually cared about:
Which cupcake is the best?


Brooks loves to look over at the glassed-in parent section whenever he’s doing his lesson to make sure we’re watching him.  I love watching him get more confident and capable in the water.


Somebody decided they needed a haircut, so they took it upon themselves to give one spot in their head a nice tight trim.  He was supposed to be in his room for timeout. Oh, Brooks!


Brooks had to disguise his turkey so he wouldn’t get caught and eaten for Thanksgiving.  He wanted to do a crocodile but we couldn’t figure out how to do that, so we went with a rainbow/leprechaun theme. Mostly because we wanted to use sparkle glitter and glue and that seemed to fit. The best part though, is when I saw them hanging in the hall and noticed the name Brooks gave to his turkey:  “Turtle the Leprechaun”  Seriously, I wonder what it’s like to be in his brain! 🙂


We were recently in the greeting card section of Target. I was checking out the funny cards and the kids were picking cards and asking me over and over to read them outloud.  I did a few and then told them to just let mom do some quick reading of her own so we could get out of there.  While I was reading the cards, Landon started reading a few on his own.  And he can definitely read now…

He starts outloud, “Have a g-ood damun birth-day.”  His eyes get wide as he looks over at me.  “Mom, what does that word say”, pointing to ‘damn’.  I confirmed that it was, in fact, damn.  He replied, “well, mom, I’m not going to read any more of these cards. I don’t know if they have more bad words.”

That’s a lot of random miscellaneous-ness for one post 🙂  And obviously, we’re totally nailing this parenting thing :/

Brooks-isms: Age 4

This boy.  God bless him.   He keeps us on our toes.


I really can’t make up stories like this:

“Mom, I gotta color these bananas.”

I hand him a yellow crayon.  Bananas = yellow, right? He takes it and gets to work.

“Mom, I need the black now. I gotta color all the black spots that are on my bananas.”

So, I guess he’s noticed that mommy serves over-ripe bananas in his lunch box.



We’ve been having some challenges over the past few weeks with Brooks’ behavior at school. Two or three days a week he’ll come home with YELLOW or RED behavior at school.  GREEN is good, YELLOW is medium and RED is bad.

He recently came home with a RED report and we had a talk about it. He got spankings and I told him that he’d need to apologize to his teachers the next day.

When Uncle Zak arrived for carpool the next morning, Brooks ran down and showed him his Ankylosaurus.  “This is my A-A-Ankylosaurus.” (It’s ‘A’ show-and-tell day this week.)

Then I asked Uncle Zak to remind Brooks to apologize for his red behavior yesterday.

Zak said, “A-a-apologize. That starts with A!” reinforcing the letter of the week.

Brooks turns to me and doesn’t miss a beat, “Mom, that’s why I got red. I wanted to A-A-apologize since it’s ‘A’ week.”

What?!!?!!??  Who is this kid?

Of course, I responded with… “Well, let’s have A-A-amazing behavior today for ‘A’ week.”

Secret’s out, Dean.

In honor of someone’s big 3-9 birthday tomorrow, I’m sharing a little survey completed by his second favorite firstborn. (Doesn’t the wife get the #1 slot?! 😉 I’m a firstborn, too.)


Check out the alternate name spelling – What’s your name? “Jasin, with an ‘i’!” (P.S. yes, his real first name is Jason. Here’s that story.)

Love the age guess – 31.  He always claims to be young for his age 🙂

Evidently, Landon is really big on the tickles:
“He makes me happy when he tickles me.”
“I make my dad happy when I tickle his feet.”
P.S. Landon – Daddy does NOT like his feet tickled.  Those are not tears of joy when you do it!

And it’s sweet that he mentioned daddy’s funny joke telling. He is pretty hilarious.

Of course, the funniest thing dad does:


Fart. (Boys!)

Uh oh. Secret’s out, Dean!!

Seriously, I love this kid. And I love his dad more.  Happy 3-9 to my favorite handsome, younger-than-his-years other half.

Brooks stories.

Walking by the playroom, that looks like a toy bomb exploded, on his way to his bedroom. Brooks talking matter of factly…

“Mom, this is a mess in here.  I’ll clean this up with Landon tomorrow morning, ok?”

Trying to teach my kids the importance of recognizing others in need and giving to them.  We’d just given some money to a man on the corner with a sign.

Brooks:  “Mom, why did you give him all that money? Don’t worry, I can give you some of my money at home.”
Mom:  “That’s ok, baby, we are giving it to someone who is in a hard situation and needs money to buy food for his family. We have to look for people out there who need money more than we do.  We have more than enough so Jesus wants us to look for others and give to them.”

Two minutes later, we drive into the Walmart parking lot.
“Mom, looooook! ANOTHER ONE WITH NEED!”  Brooks says as he points out another man across the parking lot holding a sign. “We gotta give him some money. He’s in need.”

Brooks gets the benefit of his big brother, Landon, learning things and teaching them to him.  Recently we were in the car and Brooks starts rattling off some math problems.
“3+1=4, 5+2=7, 2+2=4…”
By the third one Dean and I look at each other shocked that he knows how to do addition.
Brooks, sensing our surprise pipes up, “Mom, I’m using my fingers to do math.  Landon showed me. You know… addition is where you combine things.”

At bedtime, Brooks often wants me to make up a story – he usually wants trucks, dinos, whatever his latest love is.  The other night I decided to mix it up and tell him a true story about when I was a little girl.  When I finished…
“That was a good story, mom, but tomorrow I want you to tell me one with dinosaurs.”

Every day I have moments where I think, seriously, who is this kid?! And how did I get to be his momma?


Someone inform my kids…

Someone needs to tell my kids…

…that despite it being bright and sunny outside, it’s still time to come in for dinner and start shower time. #thankyoudaylightsavings

…that having multiple tablets to play with is a huge luxury and not the norm.

…that when you mix every paint color together, it doesn’t make “rainbow” it makes “mud”.

…that dinner time is at 6. Not 6, and 6:30 and 6:55 and 7:20 and the minute we tell you it’s time to get in bed. #imstillhungry

…that juice is not a healthy drink option.  “But mom, it’s fruit!”

…that reading books does matter and they will need to do it one day. (or every day!)

…that navy blue and black don’t match. And neither do 5 unrelated shades of blue.  #colorblind

Anything else you’d add to the list?