Lather, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse... DO NOT REPEAT!

I was on the phone with a friend when I discovered this...


Lotion.Everywhere.


By the look on his face, do you think he's learned his lesson? I don't think so.

P.S. That's lotion in the crevices of his wrist...


If you didn't have to clean this up first thing this morning, consider yourself lucky.

Homonyms are tricky for 2 year olds!

Homonym: one of a group of words that share the same spelling and the same pronunciation but have different meanings.

Before naptime, Brooks and I were reading a book about Pirates and all the fun facts that go along with Pirates, including guns, swords, stealing, plundering, and my personal favorite, torturing non-loyal pirates by hanging them in a cage until they die, only to have vultures come and eat their flesh until there's nothing left but a skeleton. I know what you're thinking... hardly appropriate for a 2 year old. And I agree. But the problem is this book is very interactive, featuring a pop-up ship, levers and pull tabs that change the pictures. It's very cool, so I just skip over the flesh-eating birds part for Brooks' sake, and honestly, my own. But I digress.

When we got to the page about the Pirate Booty, aka Pirate Treasure or "Monies" as Brooks calls it, I pointed to the treasure box and asked him what it was. He confidently said, "Pirate Bum!" Apparently in our house, the words "booty" and "bum" are used interchangably!

Here he is showing his wingspan compared to other birds of prey... the eagle and hawk.

I really didn't teach them this.

Today after church, we watched a completely "Sunday Appropriate", in my opinion, movie entitled "UP!" I knew once I curled up and buried myself in a compfy blanket that I wouldn't last long. I was right. I only saw the first 20 minutes. I awoke an hour later to the main menu music repeatedly playing over and over and over again... and to Caleb stomping down the stairs, obviously in a rush. I pretended to act like I cared, and asked him what they were doing up there.

He could hardly contain his excitement as he told me about a new game they invented. Disoriented from sleep, I struggled to grasp the complicated rules as he rattled them off in half finished sentences. Here are the high points: When you win a challenge you get to take the other person's money. When you lose, you have to give the other person your money. He then grabbed his bank full of "cash" and stomped back up the stairs.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that I put two and two together.

My sons are gambling on Sunday. Great. I curled up and slept for another 25 minutes, because afterall, they were playing nicely.