I was cooking dinner when Mason came up to ask if he could change into his basketball shorts. "Sure, go ahead." He comes back down, and after about 2 minutes of chit chat he said, "Mom can I take my shirt off." "What? Why?" "Ummm, because, ummm, so everybody can see my big muscles." (as he lifts his arms, pulls up his sleeves, and flexes) "Ummmm, no, but when we go swimming you can take your shirt off." "Ya, I can show my big muscles when I go swimming!" He's so vain!

Tia runs into the kitchen saying "Mac has bleeds, Mac has bleeds!" David met him in the hallway coming out of our bedroom with red, "blood looking" slobber streaks down his chin, but he wasn't crying. David checked it out and immediately knew what is was. I had bought some egg dying kits for next year and Mac apparently opened them and thought they were candy. He got him all cleaned up and was looking for the other 4 tablets, but they were nowhere to be found. Then he checked his pockets. Sure enough, four colored tablets in his pocket. I am so glad they didn't go through the wash.

David and I were sitting on the couch watching "Penguins of Madagascar" (funniest cartoon ever) when Mac comes down the stairs from their bedroom saying, "Dexter peed in the basket and on the blankets." I just looked at David and said, "Seriously...you better go take care of it." Sure enough, David comes down with a load of blankets, toys, and clothes that got hit in his crossfire. Thanks goodness for a patient dad. He took Dexter up with some cleaner and got to work, no crying, or screaming, just cleaning. After it was all over, I asked him what possesses little boys to do disgusting things. David then told me of a story when he was about 5 years old and had to use the bathroom, but it was full so he ran into his bedrooms closet and peed in it. It happened to be just after his Mom and Aunt Joy painted a farm mural on the wall. He left a sad runny duck for proof. Paybacks are heck!

Toby is going through this stage of pretend. He love to crawl around on all fours, pant, and bark like a puppy. Sometimes I will not notice him at my feet as a puppy and he starts to get a little aggressive and bites my pants or toes if I don't have shoes on. He has also started throwing these little tantrums when things don't go exactly his way. If I want him to do something and he won't all I have to say is "oh Toby be a good puppy and go pick up your toys" and he does. Really, you may not believe me, (David didn't) but it is true. "Toby, knock it off." "SCREEEEAM" "Oh where did my puppy go" "arf....(pant pant)" Its like a light switch. Weirdest thing I have ever seen! I wonder if all my kids have had a code word and we just never figured it out.

Mac has been my talker since we got him at 15 months! When he was just 20 months he was full of sentences that I could understand and that actually made sense, however, he was always a little confused on the "Pleases, Thank-yous and Your Welcomes." When he was given something he asked for I would always say, "what do you say?" In a deep little man voice he would say "wel come!" It was so darn adorable that I never corrected him. One day were were visiting with some family and I noticed he needed his diaper changed. "Mac lets go change your diaper, what do ya say?" He replied in his deep little man voice "welcome" and toddled out of the room with me.

My kids are into asking where things come from. A good mom would be so proud that their kids are interested in how things work. With me...its not the case. I am just glad David is home at dinner time so he can explain where everything comes from. We were having Chinese Food one night and Tia asked where rice comes from. David was quick to reply, "It comes from China where little girls have black shiny hair and look like you." A couple weeks later we were eating Chinese Food again. This time it was Joey who held up the rice and asked where it came from. Tia happily took over to explain, "it comes from where people look like me and have black hair." That girl doesn't forget a thing!

We were playing outside today. Mason has this little kid pitching machine. You put the foam baseballs in, stand back, and swing your bat when the ball shoots out. Toby was playing with the ball for little while until he lost interest and grabbed a big rock and tossed it down the feeder. He then ran about ten feet away. With a big smile, he squatted and covered his ears, as if a rock was going to shoot out and possibly hit him! Of course it didn't and he soon lost interest! What a thinker...I can't imagine what the next few years have in store!

We were on our way back to Grammas house when Mason piped up with "Mom ummmmmm Mom...I sick...I have diarrhea." "Um, no you don't." "Ya huh, I do, listen....." I am halfway closing my eyes, thinking about the mess I am going to have to clean up if he is telling me the truth. Then, he lets out this really exagurated cough. Phewwww! "Mason that is not diarrhea." "Ya huh!" "Whatever!"