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of cool pictures**--right out our back door!
**No photoshopping here, by the way! Don't even own it. That's just how cool the sky was.
**post does contain potty humor--however, it is mild, and it was tooooooo funny not to post.
Today, Cam was, ahem, "taking care of some business" in the bathroom.
I went in when he declared he was all done; I gave him a smirky smile and said,
"Peeeee-chew!"
To which, he replied,
"I know, I know. It does NOT smell like lemons in here, does it?"
I apparently talk to myself too much, because Cameron picked up this phrase from someone.
Ahem.
Must be me? Just guessing.
After muttering something in the back of the van yesterday, I questioned Cameron:
"What did you say, honey?"
And this was his response:
"Oh, it's okay baby.....I'm just talking to myself!"
Hmph. I'll have to work on that, I guess.
"There's one!"
HA! Love this shot of E getting waaaaaay down in the crack to get the egg stuffed in there!
Cameron, being as gentle as he is, tried to open an egg (which contained a few coins) only to fling the egg and its contents all over the kitchen.
Here he is cleaning up (& counting the loot!)
Col was finding tons, as you can see...but, he was so good to share his findings!
Then, once all of the 'stuffed' eggs had been found, we headed outside to find the eggs we had colored the night before. The boys each had one special egg that had their name on it--they were instructed that when they found 'their' egg, they were going to be able to redeem it for their very own extra-special basket of goodies! So....the hunt was back on!
I began singing today, and soon, the boys began singing along with me. We love The Sound of Music around here.
After several times through the song, I dropped out.
Colin, however, sang right on.
His version was so funny that I had to grab a pen.
"Do, a Deer" as sung by Colin (with incorrect words italicized by yours truly):
"Doe--a deer, a feel man deer
Rain--a drop of falling suuuuuuuuun
Me--a name I call my cell
Far--a long off way to ruuuuuuuuun
Sew--a needle pulling bread
La--a no to follow sooooooooooooooo
Ti--a drink from moldy bread
That will bring us up to doe doe doe doe doe...."
I love it. And when it's not exactly right, I love it all the more....
{This is what happens when your boys find hidden Halloween make-up stuck in the back of your closet--make-up that you got on wicked clearance at an after-Halloween sale, and that you had planned on saving for some fun on a rainy day, but had since forgotten all about. Said boys decide they want to be real pirates, "just like the ones on the package!" and, since you were stuck inside due to *inclement* weather, you agree. You agree to turn your sweet, baby-faced little boys into pirates. However, you unfortunately find that hastily ripping open the package and following the painting instructions on the box actually turns them into semi-dead looking, very scary Pirates instead of normal-looking ones. (Wait....are there such a thing as 'normal-looking' Pirates?) Dern that Halloween spin they have to put on everything.}
I still actually find them quite adorable, and they had a blast doing this--even Ethan, who I thought would never cooperate, climbed on the stool and said, "Me? My turn? Pee-ee-eeease?" and sat very still while I 'transformed' him!
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