Dancing With The Stars

Booker & Reese... practicing for their wedding reception!

Twilight's Youngest Fan

Last night I put my Twilight book out on the coffee table so I would remember to give it to Rachel. Next thing I know Booker is in the hallway "reading mommy's book." It was so cute. Hopefully he won't be like me and become OBSESSED with this series... I walked, talked and dreamed vampires the entire time I was reading these books. If you haven't read them, they are a must! I can't pimp this book enough, but if you start reading it, you will understand. The different ages and personalities of people that I know who have loved this book amaze me. They include several of my best friends and co-workers, my mom, my mother-in-law and her book club, my in-laws 15-year old neighbor, my 17 and 13 year old nieces, several radio personalities, and a male co-worker of mine that doesn't talk about anything but bowling (and now Twilight). If you haven't read it, go buy it at Walmart, it's the best $7 book you'll buy.

He's Got Moves...

like his mommy. I know. The following video is very, very sad. Booker started dancing around 9 months old and really had rhythm. He still loves to dance. Bodey on the other hand is a little later in developing any sort of "dancing" skills. He thinks that lifting one leg is dancing. Kind of like mom bobs her head in the middle of the dance floor. Gee, I wonder where he gets it...

Why This Mom Doesn't Clean House

Melissa is hosting bunco at my house this Friday night. What that means to me? I have got to clean this house! But, here are a few reasons why I don't clean:
1) While loading the dishwasher Bodey was climbing in it and throwing all of his toys in it.
2) Booker repeatedly asked me, "Mommy, what are you doing?" in a very whiney voice.
3) While trying to put things away, Bodey simply takes them right back out.
4) After throwing things away in the trash can, I turn around to find that Bodey is EATING the leftover food that I just threw away.
5) After being at work all day, I just wasted my "2 hours a day" with my kids, ignoring them, yelling at them, and not getting to spend quality time with them.
I am beginning to like my trashed house more and more each day.

Fall Photo Shoot

Trick or Treat

This year was a tough one for me for Halloween costumes. I honestly can't wait until they can tell me what they want to be, I go buy it, and whalla! I'm just not very good at deciding for them. Anyways, this year I was asking around and a lady at work suggested that one be a bull and one be a bullfighter. Hum, might work.... except there are no bull costumes. I mentioned it to Dusty and he thought Booker should be a rodeo clown. I did my research online to see what all that entailed. It turned out to be fairly simple and I thought it turned out really nice. Bodey, well, he got to be a cow instead of a bull, but it worked out too. Bodey didn't make it very long trick or treating, but Booker seemed to have a nice time. First we went to Aron, Rachel and Reese's house for chili and hotdogs. Then we trick or treated the neighborhood. Lastly, we finished up our neighborhood tradition by jumping on a hayride, pulled by Aron. This year we actually went a step further and had him take us to some more houses to trick or treat. Call it what you want, lazy, weird, etc. but I think it was the best Halloween ever.

Family Restrooms

Today I found the true reason that family restrooms exist. They are for when your son poops in his underwear in public. Yep, this has happened to me twice now and I know it's nowhere near the last time. The first time was at The Cheesecake Factory. No family restroom there. What a nightmare. I had some spare underwear and some baby wipes in the car, but I thought if it was just a log in his drawers, we could dump it in the toilet, use some toilet paper and be on our way home. So, I took him into the bathroom to the stall with the baby changer in it. Once I pulled his pants down I was commited. There was no turning back to run out and get fresh undies. It was a full blowout, no log. So, I carefully pulled his pants off, only getting a little bit on his socks. Then I threw his underwear away and started wiping, and wiping, and wiping. You see, toilet paper just doesn't do the wonders that baby wipes do. I almost used an entire roll and every time I wiped, Booker said, "Owie mommy. It hurts." I just kept telling him I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who decided to poop my pants in public. Keep in mind that people are going in and out of the bathroom and it reeked in there. Quite embarrassing. Oh well.
But, today I had to change his poopy pants at Walmart. I usually hate Walmart for everything except their prices, but today I found a new love for them. Their family restroom. I didn't have to worry about anyone coming in and hearing or smelling us. It was great! And, just to make sure mommy wasn't too mad, Booker ended our episode with, "Thanks for clean my butt." That makes it all better.