"So promise me you'll never forget...that you aren't an accident or an incident...you are a gift to the world, a divine work of art, signed by God. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on this earth...Flooded by emotion, overcome by pride, the Starmaker turns to us, one by one, and says, 'You are my child. I love you dearly.'" Max Lucado, God Thinks You're Wonderful
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
My guys! The boys have so much fun with their daddy.
Cooper and Keely at the Omniplex yesterday.
This is a great picture! Owen loves the tree swing under the tree house!
Priceless! I love this one of Blake and Cooper cuddling on the ground!
So I started out this blog because our kids had started to say some really funny things and I wanted to be able to remember them and share a little laugh with our family and friends. So, here are some more recent funny things.
Owen again followed me into the restroom. He looked at me and said, "Mom, don't worry. Next week, when you get big, you'll grow a penis." I about died. He felt so sorry for me that I wasn't cool like him and the rest in our house that have one! This happened later in the day when he had already said, "Hey mom, do you want to see my penis, it is really awesome."
The other night when we were getting ready for naps the boys were playing basketball in the playroom. I told them we needed to head to our room and pick out some books. Cooper replied, "Two minutes, two minutes!" He got this from me. When we are about to head out I try to give them some prep time. I guess it works.
We were watching, "The Little Mermaid" yesterday (Yes, I realize it's a little girly, but I have figured out why Owen likes it.). Owen looked at me and said, "Mom, does she got boobies?"
Now, here is one that I am sure I am going to have to deal with for quite some time. Our boys are very fascinated with bodily functions. They are boys, they love poop, toots and any sort of potty talk. You might want to turn up your volume and listen close.
So this is our sweet Cooper tooting and then chuckling. When I ask him what that was, he replies, "A stinky tootie" and then refuses to excuse himself. I am so proud of my little gentleman!