Just another day

Me: OOhh, Little Man, you smell like poop.
BSG: Yea, when I was laying on the pillow and he sat on my head I could smell his poopy.
Me: He sat on your head with a diaper full of poop?
BSG: Yea.
Me: That's pretty gross.
BSG: Yea.
BSG: I was going to tell you that he had poop in his diaper but then I decided not to.

Sandbagger

I have been trying to get Back Seat Girl to write her name for a while now, but she has never really wanted to try. Every once in a while she'll give a half-hearted attempt to write an 'A', but otherwise it's been a no-go. I've never really pressed her too hard, she's not really into coloring, either. I've always had a feeling she could do it, though. Tonight we were just playing around in the playroom downstairs and she busted this out after I showed her how to do it once. ONCE. She's been walking around the house spelling her name ever since. Stubborn, thy name is our children.

What you've been waiting for

Girl loves her lures. After a while he started dumping buckets of water over himself.

Camping breakfast

I wanted to tell him that it will never get better than this--eating bacon and sitting on the potty.

He's totally ready for her to catch the big one.

Boys and fishes get the same reaction.

Yea, we were all grossed out.

Uncle Pat and Driver built a huge sand wall and then dared BSB to scale it.

"It's just a tiny baby perch!"

Camping is exhausting...

Holy Mother of God

Yea, yea, we went on vacation. We took a camping trip with my brother and we had all sorts of fun and I have lots of cute pictures. Maybe, one day, after I get done hyperventilating over the passage of time, I will post some pictures with, I don't know, maybe a few words. Words about vacation. Right now? I'm going to tell you what I did today, and what I'm going to do tonight.

Do you want to know what I did with my morning? I packed up my two adorable kids and went to a local department store and bought them clothes. I bought them clothes today for two reasons: 1. This department store was having a sale, and 2. Back Seat Girl needed school clothes. As in clothes she will put on her body, then go to school in. SCHOOL. With a teacher. And other kids.

Guess what I'm going to do tonight? I'm going to pack up my two adorable kids again, this time with my husband, and then we're all going to ride in the station wagon to BSG's SCHOOL for orientation. Where I will get a folder containing, I don't know, whatever school orientation folders for parents contain. How am I supposed to know what school orientation folders contain? How exactly did I get to a point in my life where I would need a school orientation folder that didn't have anything to do with me going to school?

I remember 4 years and a couple of weeks ago I had a baby girl. It was simultaneously the worst and best day of my life. Luckily, as I lay exhausted in that hospital bed holding a blanket wrapped BSG, I did not know about all of the times in the coming years I would become breathless thinking about how time marches on whether or not we are ready for it.