Hey, look at me

Guess what mommy, this no longer contains me! Time to find some other way to keep me in one spot.

Conversation with a 3-year-old

On the way home today:
Brannon: Mommy, Ms. Sandra says we are supposed to pray before we go to bed.
Me: You're right Brannon. Let's do it now and practice what we want to say to God tonight. God Bless.... Who do you want to pray for Brannon?
Brannon: Baby Jane (She is in Taylor's class and the sister of a girl in Brannon's class.)
Me: Is Baby Jane sick?
Brannon: Yes. She had to go to the doctor.
Me: Is she okay? What's wrong with her?
Brannon: The doctor said......no more monkeys jumping on the bed!

So much for getting useful information from a 3 year old. By the way, we saw Baby Jane at school today so I'm pretty sure she's okay.

Brannon: Mommy, that Joseph has a stick. We're not supposed to play with sticks. When I'm bigger like Joseph I can play with sticks?

Christmas programs

Last week Brannon and Taylor had their Christmas programs at daycare. MeMe was in town for a couple of days so she got to go with us. I made a video of the whole thing but it is much too long to post here. Taylor's program was "Our Little Christmas Angels". That pretty much means they dressed in all white (try finding white pants for little boys in December) with angel wings, the teacher read a Christmas poem, and we all sang songs. Obviously there we no big speaking roles this year. This was Brannon's third year to have a Christmas program so it was fun to see how much they have grown up this year. Most of the kids are the same that he has been with throughout so they are all really good friends. Brannon's program was "The True Meaning of Christmas". They sang the song they sing every morning "We're So Happy You're Here Today", said The Lord's Prayer, had the program, and then ended with some songs. Much longer than any program so far. For the program, each kid walked up to the microphone holding a Christmas symbol, told the audience what their symbol was, and then placed it on the Christmas tree. Wreath, tree, candle, Jesus, holly, ornament, Mary and Joseph, star, angel, present, candy cane, present... (yes that was Brannon repeating "present" just to make sure no one missed the "true meaning of Christmas"). His real symbol was bell just in case anyone was curious. Oh well, maybe next time we'll work on his lines. Regardless of this I still thought both of my boys were so cute and I loved being able to be there to witness another special moment in their lives. I am so grateful that I'm able to spend this time with them! Good memories!

Quality time

Just thought this was a good idea for any couple that wants to spend time together but may not want to compromise. This is also good for guys who really want to watch Dancing with the Stars or So You Think You Can Dance but won't admit it.

The Biggest Loser

David and I are one week in to our version of The Biggest Loser (he won week 1). Maybe it is because he is actually trying. I wanted to record the one day any exercise has taken place during week one.

Warning: Don't read if you have a problem hearing about bodily fluids

Yesterday was interesting! Looking back on these events I see the error of my ways but at the time I was either naive or an idiot not to see what was coming. The day started off like many mornings with a trip to Waffle House. As I'm getting Brannon out of his carseat I hear him mumble, "Mommy I have a little poo poo in my underwear." Pause... I have a choice. 1.) go inside Waffle House and take care of the issue and let him finish his business or 2.) get back in the car and run the risk of him completing his business in his carseat. I chose option #1. I would like to believe it was because I was seriously concerned with the potential risk to the carseat and not because I was drooling over my future scattered, double covered, and diced hashbrowns. So on to the very clean (Ha!) Waffle House bathroom where "a little poo poo" turned into a leak through the underwear onto the pants. Well, while business was being completed I cleaned (not really sure if that word is appropriate) out the area of interest and dried the pants with the hand dryer (now I know why those things exist). One of my favorite earrings did drop in the toilet during the wiping process (and NO I did not retrieve it) but other than that I thought we came out okay in the end. So I'm sure some of you would have packed right back into the car but not us. We sat down, ordered, and enjoyed a wonderful breakfast. Brannon is acting fine at this point so we decide to go home, change clothes, and still meet our good friends at the science museum for our playdate. Brannon and Taylor have a great time playing with their friends and we have no accidents. So, when they ask if we can join them for lunch I say sure. Off to Chick-fil-A with our combined 5 kids. Get our food, sit down, and Brannon says "I need to go potty." I'm happy because we make it in time to avoid another disaster. Continue the meal when all of a sudden we are interrupted by Brannon spewing the entire contents of his meal all over the table and floor. I pick him up mid-vomit and carry him to the nearest door (to the playground) where he continues to heave. He hasn't thrown-up in over a year so he has no idea what's happening and is scared to death. While we're outside my friend brings out her daughter who begins vomiting beside Brannon. (She vomits when she sees vomit.) When they finish I leave them outside to go back and check on my screaming baby who is really mad that I stopped feeding him. I avoid eye contact with all the onlookers because I really don't want to know what they are thinking. Our friend comes back in from outside, sees the vomit again, and starts gagging. Her mom looked at me and I said "Go." She quickly rushes her to the bathroom and I stay with the remaining three kids while watching Brannon through the door, covered in vomit, shivering from the cold, and crying. Awesome! I pack screaming Taylor up in the carseat and shove a bottle in his mouth. My friend returns, we send all kids that can walk outside to the playground, and we attempt to clean up the mess. During this process one of the workers comes around and asks us if we would like to sample some brownies. REALLY? No thank you. The remaining minutes are a blur. The next thing I know we are back in the car on our way home and Brannon is in nothing but his underwear and socks smiling and acting like nothing is wrong. "Mom, can we go back and finish my fruit and go down the slide?" You have got to be kidding me.