Alright, already...

Yeah, since I figured out how to post a video, I'll post one more short one. You can hear Landon talking(sweet boy!). If he is anything like his daddy, soon I'll never get a word in edgewise.(that's right, I said if he's anything like his DADDY....)

Mad skills...

I am trying to figure out how to post a video on here so here it goes. I know, the video isn't fabulous quality but I'm learning so don't give me crap. : )

Here is a short clip of Landon playing basketball (with annoying commentary by me. I guess I'll just be quiet next time....)

Poop

Okay, my apologies go to my mother who (if she reads this) will be MORTIFIED that I am writing about poop. Sorry, mom. However, I can only write about what is in my world right now and, well, I deal with lots 'o poop. So, I thought I would write about it in a Dr. Seuss-esque way(think about the "left foot, right foot" book).

Ode To Poop

Green poop, brown poop, yellow poop, black poop,
Big poop, small poop,
Shoot up the back poop.

Poop with seeds, poop without seeds,
Runny poop, hard poop,
“I can’t believe such a little guy did THAT” poop!

Smelly poop, smellier poop,
That one made me GAG poop!
And my favorite….”Ew! I think it’s daddy’s turn to change you” poop!

(feel free to add a verse of your own in the comments section!)

Some orange stuff

So, I had a real defining moment of a mother last night. We were at a restaurant for dinner and Landon was eating a TON of Gerber Puffs. I figured that he would like some variety and would love a little Guacamole. I gave him a little and noticed an odd look on his face. Not good. Uh oh....he started to gag. I figured it would pass, right? Oh no....he did a full-fledged up chuck of some orange stuff. The worst part was that he didn't have a bib on and since we had to go somewhere after dinner, I caught the "orange stuff" in my hands. Oh yeah, it was either that or have him spend the rest of the evening covered in puke. So yeah, I took one for the team. But, it was DISGUSTING. Aaron just sat there and laughed at me (I don't recommend this response). Too bad that restaurant uses cloth napkins....SURPRISE laundry person! (and sorry 'bout that)

Silence is golden?

At our house, silence means that Landon has gotten into something that he shouldn't have....and is lovin' every minute of it. One time, it was because he had a "purse pack" of Kleenex that was sealed but he managed to get into it and pull out all of the tissues. Another time, it was because he had found paper & was chewing on a hunk of it. To some, silence is calming....but it scares the crap out of me.