Parker Pants

We experienced a parenthood first a couple weeks ago. Parent teacher conference.

I was cleaning up dinner and Parker asked if I was going to wear that. Sheesh! I had a decent shirt on. (But the reality is I was planning on changing.) I said I was thinking about changing and asked him what he thought I should wear. His answer, "a cute dress."

Really? How about a sweater? (I went and changed.)

Parker's response...That's perfect. You look cute mom. Can I give you a hug?

The conference went well. Parker is a smarty pants, as I expected. His teacher is considering sending him to a first grade class for part of the day. The problem is he's painfully shy. (I know, right?) He is bonkers at home. How in the world can a kid who likes attention as much as he does be so shy?

Amen!

The moment the big turkey dinner is over, I say bring on the Christmas cheer. Anything prior is not for me.

What can I get for this?

What can you get for $1.25 and an hour of free time?

My latest thrift store revival.

Hideous!

I took about 5 inches off each side and still wasn't crazy about the dress. So I cut it short. I'm thinking about adding some kind of ruffle. Maybe something like this from JCrew:

What do you think?

Busted!

Our friend Jake owns his own business and recently purchased a big box truck. Which got Autumn (his wife) scheming. She quickly called me so we could scheme together. And then we called Amanda to join in on the fun.

We blind folded our husbands and stuffed them in the back of the truck where we had set up pillows, blankets and hanging lanterns. Autumn drove around the neighborhood for a while trying to thoroughly confuse the men. Then we parked the beast at a local park. Darn Aaron and his time as a pizza delivery driver. He (and Jake) had a pretty good sense of where we were.

Amanda, Autumn and I whipped out a candlelit dinner followed by games and had ourselves some good food and some good laughs in the back of that truck.

As we were enjoying our delicious fondue dessert, we were rudely interrupted by the local law enforcement. Apparently, some of the nearby neighbors were a little suspicious of a big box truck parked out after dark. I think the police officer was more surprised by us then we were by him. I don't know what he was expecting to see...a drug deal? a stake out? burglars? Mormons? The primary presidency and their spouses hardly pass for criminals.

Blasted Flash. I'm certain it looked cooler than this.

The Bathroom Plan

We were at the fabric store last week. Reid had to use the bathroom, of course. What is it with that kid and public restrooms? I swear he leaves no bathroom unturned.

I assisted him in the unbuckling of his pants and stood him in front of the toilet.

He then informed me that he needed to sit first. "I have a bathroom plan. First poop. Then pee," he told me as he held up his fingers.

He forgot to include singing and chatting in that plan. Reid does most of his conversing while on the pot.

I think three people came and left the stall next to us during that duration. (How many people seriously use JoAnn's bathroom?) I'm pretty sure every one of them heard me say in frustration, "Reid! This is not time to chat. It's time to do your business and get out of here."

Having three boys has made it much easier for me to use bathroom language on a daily basis.

You're welcome.

In other Reid news... He recently picked up Beyonce's Single Ladies. Only he sings it, "All the single leggies." Which is really funny coming from a boy who wears a prosthetic leg.

What a Drag (Pun Intended)

Grayden learned to climb out of crib on Wednesday. It was inevitable. My other two were into a twin bed by 15-18 months and never really had a chance to figure this out. When Gray hit two years and was still in a crib, I really debated switching him. He seems so big for a crib. But I could then understand why parents keep their kids in a crib until three years old. I used to think that was ridiculous, but it is oh so convenient. It was Gray's one place where he couldn't cause too much trouble.

Until now.

I would leave him in his crib in the mornings until I was out of the shower. I don't trust him to roam free. With good reason.

Our linen closet is right outside our bathroom door. That's where I keep my make-up. Gray got into that while I was in the shower today. Not only was it all over his face, pajamas, hands, feet, floor, walls, doors, etc, but he had dumped out all my foundation all over my basket of make-up. Some things remained closed and I could wipe them off. Others, like my mascara, were open. I had foundation glopped on every bristle. To say it was a mess would be an understatement.


He's really pleased with his new found freedom.

For the Love of the Game

Guess what I did on Saturday?

Are you jealous?