America, Cups and Junk Food

We hope you had a wonderful 4th of July. As you can see we were in a parade.

Gigi (Blake's mom) got lots of things for the boys for the celebration!

We spent all day in Norman with Blake's parents and when we had to leave I told Owen we were going to a party.

As we were driving to this event, Owen piped up from the back seat, "Are we going to my party? Will you sing Happy Birthday to me?"

Owen knows his birthday is getting close. But, we've still got 6 weeks.

As I was explaining that this was not HIS party, but our Sunday school party to celebrate the 4th of July he wanted to know who the party was for.

"Well, it's for America"

Owen said, "Where is America?"

Gosh, I wasn't ready for all of this. But he kept pleading with me to sing him happy birthday at his party!!!!

As I am fumbling to explain what America is to my not yet 3 year old, his 19 month old brother belts out,

"Haby bitdy TO YOU! Haby bitdy TO YOU!"

Blake and I started laughing.

Owen was so pleased that someone was finally recognizing his birthday.

It's gonna be a long 6 weeks!


So, I have tried lately to be more laid back with the boys and what they eat...

On holidays I let them eat things they don't normally have.

I've yet to learn that when all you eat is poo all day long...it comes back up.

That's right, you'd think that I would have learned it by now.

I mean come on, I am a nurse. Blake's a doctor...we should know better!

I think I have some good common sense.

Was I just not paying enough attention?

My sweet husband woke me up at midnight telling me he needed help.

Blake cuts into people and handles tons of blood and guts regularly.

But he doesn't do vomit.

That's okay, we make a great team. I can have someone pee, poop or up-chuck ON ME and not lose it.

But you squirt blood at, around, or on this nurse and I will be on the floor in seconds. Don't test me!

So, my precious Cooper learned that junk food in large amounts typically shows itself again.

Hopefully, his mom will remember this too!

Cups.

You might want to bring your own drinking cup to my house.

Why?

Yesterday Owen ran to me and said, "Mom, can I pee in this cup?"

He asked it as if he knew I would be just as excited as he was about his brilliant idea.

"No, sweetie. You are standing next to the potty. Use the potty to go pee, pee!"

"Why?"

I didn't know what else to say, but that we humans go in the potty unless its an absolute emergency.

Now we just need to teach him what an emergency is!