If you're not a mom, you might not want to read this one...

Because you might not see the humor in this. And you might just wonder why on earth would she post this.

Right after I noticed this one, his brother exclaimed with pride, Mommy--I make big monster truck poo poo.

Talk about cleanup.

And I think to myself, Why does my life seem to revolve around poop?!

Teething?

When he's not otherwise occupied gorging on Cheerios & chewing on anything else in sight, Thomas also enjoys lifting up the trampoline with his feet...


...and beating up his brother. He's particularly skilled at hair-pulling and eye-poking.

Answered Prayer

Will adores this thing. Though he can pedal it, he prefers to lift up his feet, gain some momentum down our slightly sloping driveway and whiz down the cul-de-sac. Such speed racing is only commenced after the ceremonial donning of blue shades and proclamation of "I cool dude," of course.

Will-isms

Me: "We need to go for a walk..."
Will: "Yeah, Mommy eat too many candy, cookie, ice cream." (I suppose he's giving the reason for the suggested walk. Thanks, bud.)

When saying prayers the other night, Will added: "God, go WalMart. Get Big Wheel. Deal."

Before heading outside: "Lotion up [my] hot body."

And all day long, I've heard: "Make more poots!" Yep, he's Colin's son. :)

My Boys