So quiet.

It has been quiet around this blog.  I could tell you that I have been busy slaving over THE AFTER.  That wouldn't be a complete lie because I am going to reveal two "afters" soon.... Very, very soon. 

In the meantime, enjoy this Patrick story.....

Patrick has been in the midst of a major growth spurt, which of course means he is consuming food at an astonishing rate.  Everyone else was done eating dinner one night and he decided that he needed a piece of bread to finish his third serving of whatever we were eating.

Patrick: This is such good bread!  It smells gooood.
Mom: Yep, it smells yeasty.
Patrick: mmhmmm.... (with a "my mother has officially lost it" look on his face)
Mom: Do you know what yeast is?
Patrick: Sure.  It's that way.... No, that way......

Jokey Jokester

Keith's morning comedic routine has three parts.

Part 1:  You are putting on his shoes and socks.  He quietly swipes a sock or a shoe and hides it under his leg.  Ever tried to hide an Ugg boot under your leg?  Doesn't work.  Still funny.

Part 2: On the way to Grandpa's house, at the same spot every day he shouts, "Hey! Mom! Yook at that!"
"What is it Keith?"
"Nofing!  I just kidding!  I made you yook."

Part 3: Chatting with Grandpa, mom is getting ready to leave. 
"Mom, I hafta tell you someting."  That means he needs to whisper in your ear.
"Grandpa spank my bottom!................................................................................ hee hee"
Last night this joke went the other way when Keith called Grandpa and reported that "Mama. Pank. My. Bottom."

All jokes until someone gets hurt. 

You know you're the mother of boys if....

you return home from an overnight trip and get the exact same report from both kids.
"How was your day?"
"Great.  We wrestled with Dad!"

These pictures are from a couple of weeks ago.  Keith returned from his mud adventures with a rash all over his body.  good times, bad mommy