From The Mouths of Babes

Okay, I know that I have made previous mention of Tucker and his foul language, but I feel the need to let you know that this has rubbed off on Jackson as well. Now both of my innocent little boys are spouting the most inappropriate things in the most inconvenient locations. It probably doesn’t help that I laugh hysterically at home which only encourages them to keep saying the things they say.
For example: Try watching the end of Marley & Me when your one year old is standing in front of the TV yelling, “Butt Chicken!…Fart Chicken!…Peener Sam!” I have no idea where the chicken obsession came from, but the “Peener Sam” thing is from Thomas the Train. It’s actually “Peter Sam”, but the boys didn’t quite catch that part.
Have you ever tried to walk through the mall with your one year old screaming “Help! Help!” as he tries in vain to struggle out of your death grip while your three year old happily screams, “Giant Wizzers and Sneakin’ Beauty!”? (translation: giants and wizards, sleeping beauty…it’s a preview on their Thomas movie)
How about taking your newly potty trained three year old to the bathroom in a public restroom? Not only does he get pee all over his hand and then grabs me by the neck with said hand for support as I try to assist him, but he knocks on his butt cheek and yells, “Hey Poop, are you in there?”
Poop answers back in the deepest voice that a little boy can muster, “Yeah”.
Then Jackson asks, “Are you coming out?”
Poop answers “Yeah”.
Of course Poop never makes an appearance and we spend the next 10 minutes washing our hands and drying them with yards and yards of paper towels.

Weekend Update With Seth and Anna

Okay, after trying to load pictures from last weekend three times, I have given up and I’ll just try later. In the meantime, I’ll bore you with our weekend fun!

We met Tina and her husband Eric at the fair in Elk River last weekend to watch Eric compete in a tractor pull (pretend there is a picture of Eric driving a John Deere here). He entered in two pulls, so he gave us pit wristbands which means that we were free to wander around the fair for…free! We did get them mixed up and realized later that Tina and I were wearing the drivers wristbands and Seth and Eric were wearing the crew wristbands. No one seemed to notice though. The boys had loads of fun with G. (pretend there is a picture of the three kids here) and Tina and I had loads of fun stuffing our faces with mini doughnuts (no picture).

After Eric’s last pull we went to Cabela’s for some retail therapy. In case you didn’t know Tina is having a boy, so one of the best ways to prepare for that is to pick out a new gun for Eric, er, the baby. Of course, that means that Seth needed to help. I go for the fudge.

We went out for pizza after that (pretend there is a picture of Tucker and cousin G here). We had so much fun hanging out with Tina and Eric, thanks for inviting us guys!