you might be a stubborn kid if you..

tease your parents with 2 poops in the potty

and then absolutely refuse to go again

and then hold it for days

until your mom orders bran muffins for you

so you can't hold it anymore.

but you are sick of hearing it from them

so you go to bed like normal

and poop in your pants

like normal

and then instead of demanding to be cleaned up

so you could get out of bed

like you did every single night in diapers

because you really hate having poopy pants

you decided you didn't want to hear it from your parents

mostly your mom

so you went in your pants

took off your underwear yourself

deposited them and the poop

on the floor by your bed

put your pants back on

and went to sleep.

you might just be stubborn IF you did that.

signs of summer

can't wait until it's in full swing!

Dear mr. yearbook editor c/o 2025

How I dream of sending these in for the senior section...

it's fashion week somewhere...

but clearly it's not at our house.

This is how he came out after taking himself to the bathroom.

We've got some work to do.

Rhonda

I'd like to introduce the newest member of our family.

Her name is Rhonda and she made all of our

manly man's dreams come true

when she came home from the store with us today.

She and the stroller were Will's reward for pooping in the potty.

Whoo hoo!

Chris helped name her.

Will's quite the mother as proven by these little snippets:

"mom, rhonda needs a haircut...she's getting a wittle fuzzy"

(she looks pretty bald to me)

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after dropping her on her head repeatedly on the sidewalk

me: "Will, stop dropping your baby on her head. It's not nice."

will: "rhonda...that will hurt you in your head.

You have to be careful."

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me: "Will, how's Rhonda after your nap?"

will: "she's not feelin better...she got a little fussy at the

coffee shop and she got an owie."

(I may need to call and make a report to CPS)

our sweet cat

Bristow, our fluffy orange and white cat

went to kitty heaven this week.

He slept on the couch with Chris and I Monday

night and never came home after that.

Our neighbor found him curled up peacefully in his yard.

He was our first baby.

He would meow from his cat door through the house until

he found us (too often in the middle of the night).

He loved climbing into bed with us and sitting on Chris'

chest while clawing at the blanket.

He made Chris extremely uncomfortable just about every

night in the winter sleeping between his feet.

If you didn't pet on demand he would shove his wet nose

in your face and purr until you did.

He brought in live birds regularly (which was disgusting).

He was smart enough to be scared of Will

but still slept in our living room just to be near the action.

He loved keeping his eyes on us from the bushes

while we played or worked in the yard.

His neurotic ways drove us crazy sometimes

but our nights will be too quiet without him and we will

miss his greeting everytime we pull up to the house.

I hope there is an abundance of warm blankets, wet

food and pets in kitty heaven for you, titten.

Our little family will miss you!

hasta la vista

goodbye 1950's fireplace.

we won't miss you.

stay tuned for the after.

breakfast face

"mom, char-yee spilled the oatmeal on he."

Charlie did that, huh...

aaahhhh...

valentine's payback

When I was a kid I cried every Valentine's day

when my mom made me make my Valentines

with doilies and red construction paper

instead of buying the cool ones at the store.

You know what they say about payback...

He thought it was pretty fun and I think they're pretty cute.

We'll see what he thinks a few years from now.

Charlie helped by cleaning up the leftover paper

His conversation on the way home from school

(while he was looking through his bag of cards

and eating his conversation hearts)

Will: "Char...these tandies are a yittle bit fi-sthy (spicy)

They are not for you cause they're too fi-sthy,

they're only for big boys and daddies.

These tandies are medicine for makin' big kids happy...

but not for me tause I'm too busy."

hmmm...

(and for the record, he came home with a big white paper heart

with his red painted handprints on it, front and center)

1-800-orthodonist's dream

I pledge allegiance...

Will started preschool this week.

The first day:

These were the best pics I could get since

he was yelling at me

"don't do my picture!!"

No tears were shed when I left him.

When I picked him up he said

"school was GREAT!!"

Today:

No tears when I dropped him off.

When I picked him up the teacher said:

"he got pretty sad today...

we were making Valentine's Day gifts for parents

and he didn't want to have his hand painted.

He was pretty upset about that and then

did not want to help clean up.

Does he help clean up at home?

When I asked him if he had to help clean

up at home he said no.

Have you ever painted his hands at home?"

I told her yes to both and then slithered my

pathetic, delinquent raising bum out the backdoor

so none of the other mom's would see me.

Looking for a peaceful afternoon?

Don't come to my house...