funny kids...........

conversation between brody and me...........

brody: remember I poured my apple juice on the floor?
me: Yes I do!
brody: I didn't like the part when you yelled at me!
me: and I didn't like the part when you poured your juice on the floor!


Kyle and me were discussing what he would like on his birthday cake....

kyle: I just want a picture of Heavenly father and Jesus on my cake...yeah, that would be AWESOME!
me: hmmmm I don't think so Kyle
kyle: why not?
me: well, I don't think I could draw them (for one)
kyle: (thinking hard) ok then.. lets just get Heavenly father and Jesus candles!

poopery barn

Yesterday evening we decided to take the kids for a walk round chandler mall. We started in pottery barn kids. We let the boys play with the toys while Mark and I sat ourselves in overstuffed rocking chairs and dreamt of endless possabilities. It was then that I heard it... NO, It couldn't be true! Brody walked strangely towards me and said.."my poop comed out". Oh NOOO! I carefully carried him to the back of the shop and into the bathroom, only to reveal that he did not have any undies on! (of all the days!) I had to clean him up and creatively put him in Owens sling so I could protect his modesty and my dignity. I discarded his smelly jeans in the trash and promptly walked out the store with a naked 3 year old wrapped around me with a piece of stretchy fabric (oh what a sight I must have been). Straight into The Children's Place to buy some undies and a new pair of trousers!

Most of you know we moved away from gilbert where we had malls, shops, restaurants galore. I could experience all the shopping my heart desired. ( and my heart desires ALOT). then we moved to no-mans land where WALMART is the only store around me! I have strong feelings of HATE for WALMART! I really do! But since it is all I have, I have become a bit of a regular down at wally walmart. (see I even have cute nicknames for it now) and... I am sad to admit...... I have actually started liking some of their clothes. (I don't even know who I am anymore). But anyway my point is this....... Why, when I go to walmart several times a month.... sweet little Brody has no bathroom issues? but yet, when we take a rare trip to the poshest shop in town, Brody's bowels give way????????? Oh isnt it Ironic? Alanis Morsette should write another verse to her song...........

Oh Brody sweet Brody, you keep life interesting! next time you want new clothes, please just ask!