Boys

Owen's post-nap hair

I have to preface this by saying that for most of the summer Briggs has been terrified of our unfinished basement because he thinks "there are ghosts down there". So, it was Briggs' turn to give the article of faith in primary (his first time to do anything in primary). He was supposed to give the 1st article of faith and we got to the end and he said, "we have a holy ghost in the basement." Needless to say this led to a gospel discussion.

Friday night we were driving home from Salt Lake. Anyone who has driven down Beck Street past the refineries will appreciate why it was funny when Briggs sniffed and asked, "where's the poop?"

The kids and I were watching Curious George one afternoon while waiting for Brent to get home. Kaise asks, "what does the man in the yellow hat do?" I was wondering how to answer this when Briggs answers, "he takes care of the yellow hat." Alright then.

This morning I had been getting Briggs dressed and came downstairs to find that Owen had pushed one of the kitchen chairs all the way across the kitchen to the cupboard where the honey bear resides. The following pictures show what it looks like when a two year old uses honey as hair gel.

In other gooey messiness...Brigham has to be slathered with lotion daily because he has eczema (severely dry skin) and the other day he was really proud to show me that he had found the lotion himself and taken care of it. The problem was it was not his eczema lotion, it was desitin. Any parent can imagine what that smelled like. Here's what it looks like.

Sometime this summer the little springy part of the TP holder in the kid's bathroom went missing. I didn't think much of it. About the same time the toilet in our master bathroom quit working and the plunger did nothing to help. (can you guess where this is going?) We had company coming and decided it was best not to attempt dissecting the toilet until after the company was gone. So a few days later Brent asks, "where's the TP thingy".

Ashley -"I don't know it disappeared a few days ago."

B- "do you think maybe the kids could have flushed it?"

A- "no why would they take the TP thingy from their bathroom and take it to our bathroom to flush it? There's got to be a problem with the plumbing or something."

That night Brent took the toilet apart. I did not take a picture which is probably best, but we will be buying a new springy TP thingy.

As a post-script: this is the second time Brent has had to disassemble a toilet this year. The first time one of the boys had flushed one of the cup-like lids to an aerosol can in just such a way that every time the toilet flushed the lid would fill with water and become more and more wedged down the little gooseneck part of the toilet. -Brent is a good sport-.