L-I-am - Oven Gloves

This morning I walked into Liam's room and found him wearing his socks on his hands, sitting in his drawer while playing with his cars. I just thought it was a funny sight, so I took a picture.


About 2 mins. after I took the picture I turned around and he was running over to his workbench. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I am making muffins and they are really hot! My friends ate all the others so I have to make more!"

AHHH... the socks are his oven mitts. Glad he learned his lesson from the last time he didn't wear oven mitts. The workbench is the oven. And he was feeding his "friends", otherwise known as cars, the muffins! All makes perfect sense!

comment update

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My Ocean Wisdom

I had a lot of time to impart my wisdom upon my 4 yr old niece, Anna, while at the beach. Good for me that she believes everything her wise Aunt has to say. Bad for her that she hasn't caught on that I might stretch the truth every now and then.

Few things Anna learned this week:

• The world is round. Boats don't drop off when you reach the horizon of the ocean. But they might get swallowed whole by big whales, like Jonah was, so you really shouldn't go out that far.
  
• Sharks only swim WAY out in the ocean... like near the center of the Earth.
• Jellyfish only live in Myrtle Beach, not North Myrtle Beach.
• Jellyfish like kids with Cars tattoos, but not Princess tattoos.
• You pee on a jellyfish sting. Friends (the tv show) taught me that. But lobsters do not mate for life.. do not believe that lie from Phoebe. The jellyfish thing is totally legit.
• It's totally safe for a 4 yr old to be out in the big waves. And we will get in big trouble with grandma if we go out too far because we don't have life jackets on.
• Life jackets are only for children with over protective mothers or grandmothers.
• Granddaddy is magical. He can make the pool open for his grandchildren.
• It's okay to pee in the ocean. But not to poo. Never poo in the ocean. Pee is okay, because the salt kills the pee germs. How do you think the ocean got so salty anyway? Never ever pee in the pool... there is no salt to kill the pee germs. Plus, the more you pee in the ocean, the less likely a jellyfish will get you.
• Don't jump off the pier, because then I would have to jump in and save you. And then Uncle Pol will have to jump in and save us both. And, well, we are goners if that happens.
• No, I am not near death at the age of 33, well not a natural death, but yes, I am much, much, much older than you. Yes, I am going to be buried in a coffin. Yes, I know Jesus and will go to Heaven. You don't have to have dirt poured over you if you don't want to. Yes, just your bones will be left. No, we won't let bugs eat you if we bury you.
  

AK: Do you have any cars tattoos on?
L: Yeah.
AK: Better wash those off first.
L: Yeah.




We are strong enough to take the sharks!


I don't believe Pol ever actually got into the ocean. But he was prepared to take on the sharks.


picture of the people who would actually get into the water.


Granddaddy catching the waves!


Family photo


L loved the pool!


kissing cousins


Uncle Pol making sure no one fell off the pier


me and my mommy


me and my man

What do you do at the beach when it rains?



L's favorite part of the entire week. The car rides.




Look! No hands!


Hole in one high five! I think mom got like 5 hole in ones!





Tongues are out for concentration


An unusual site, but even I got to relax and worship the sun.

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July 15th

Dear buds,
You are officially three! We have been talking about you turning three for quite some time. It finally came, with much fan fair. Your celebration seemed to last nearly two weeks, so I am quite certain you had no idea when your actual birthday was. I could go on and on about how you have completely changed and blessed our lives with your short three years of living. But to be honest.. I am not so good at the gushy stuff, which you will know all to well as you grow. No worries, I will give you tons of hugs and kisses and when you are 15 you will hate me for giving you a big ole hug in front of your friends... but I will do it. You can thank me when you are 25.

Here are some of the highlights of this year where you have gone from being a toddler to being a little boy.

• You talk. A lot. Not so much with strangers. But to us you will talk. A Lot.
  
• You tell daddy and I to stop talking if we are not including you in our conversation.
• You like to say "let's talk guys"
• You listen. When I think you are not listening you will turn around and ask me something about what I was just talking about with daddy. This could be dangerous.
• That smile. You have learned to tilt that head, smile and sweetly say Please. This is also dangerous.
• You are shy. I would love to help you out with this, but you come by this naturally. Being the center of attention is not something you crave. I doubt you ever will, but that's okay. We can't all be the center of the world. Though you are my center.
• You sing. Your favorite songs are 10 Little Monkeys and Old McDonald.
• You make up songs.. such as I love butter.
• You love butter.
• You like to drive your car around the house. Score for mommy - best garage sale purchase ever.
• You get very angry with Scout and Mocha when they take a nap right where you need to park your car.
• You like to give Scout hugs. Scout doesn't seem to mind. Or at least she doesn't leave your embrace. Perhaps that's because you are full body hugging her and she can't leave.
• You give Hop Hugs and Superman Hugs. Your daddy taught you big squeeze hugs. I like them all.
• You were potty trained in a weekend. This is only by the grace of God. Not because of our parenting skills.
• Nothing wonderful about you is from our parenting skills... all by the grace of God.
• Your daddy taught you to say your prayers. And my heart melts with every DEAR JEESSSSUUUS.
• You have a freakish obsession with wheels. And I do mean obsession.
• You told me you were going to be a NASCAR driver. I believe you.
• I will spend every waking moment praying you do not become a NASCAR driver.
• You like to figure stuff out.. you are like your dad with this.
• You are a mini-Pol.
• I like that you are a mini-Pol.
• You like to go to Target.. in pretend world or in real world.
• You like to dance in the aisles of Target. The cars play some groovy music.
• Daddy likes that you stole all your dance moves from Devo.
• You always tell us that we are crazy and funny.
• You make us crazy and funny.
• You love the zoo.
• Feeding the ducks at the park has been a favorite pastime.
• You love rides. This year you have discovered that other kid's parents put money in the rides to make them go. Your parents just shake the ride really hard.
  
• You move in slow motion.
  
• You are not pressured by peer pressure. Trust me, we have tried peer pressure to get you to eat certain foods.
• We will be glad in ten years that you do not give in to peer pressure. Please don't change.
• You are a terrible eater. Unless it's cookies. Cookies you eat like a champ.
• You love hamburgers.
• Really, you just love meat.
  
• Thomas is about the only show you will watch for more than 5mins.
• You can name every Thomas character. With daddy's help, Thomas taught you all your colors and numbers.
  
• Your daddy is a good teacher. You have learned a lot from him.
  
• From me you have learned how to wrap your daddy around your finger. You are welcome.
• You are our sweet boy. We love you.
  

Happy Birthday!


Pizza party with the cousins


I'M 3!


The "big" airplane he has wanted his whole life.

L-I-am - Red Door East

L likes to point out the newly painted red door every time we enter or exit. Since we have been gone for over a week, this morning when we opened the door to head out he exclaimed "Ooooooo... I LIKE that door!" I was worried about the color.. but no more. L likes it.

Beached

Sorry I have been non-existent on ye ole blog, but I have been busy catching waves and watching my sweet landloving boys avoid jellyfish and sharks.

We are back now, so give me a few days and I will share more pictures than you would ever care to see of my son and his cousins enjoying the non-sOiled waters of South Carolina.

A friend's dream

I just received this email from Kelley (you have to read her blog. She rates in the top 5 people I wish I was more like but there is no way in hades I will ever be that cool so I will just hang out with her in hopes her cool rubs off.)

"So, I had a dream that I was at work and the lights where out on our 3rd floor. LIAM was visiting with you, Michelle, and he was running from you (at one end of the hall) to me (at the other). Well, just when you say its time for you two to leave, you ask him if he needs to go the bathroom. Suddenly, fireworks start going off outside and Liam yells, "I JUST CRAPPED MY PANTS". I started laughing so hard in my dream that I woke up!!!! "

So random and so funny. I hope you didn't crap your pants reading this.

L-I-am - cheerios in the toilet

Someone stand as a witness that I am not crazy... it is a common potty training technique to put cheerios in a toilet for your son to aim at when he pees.. RIGHT?

L peed standing up last night.

Moment for the applause to die down.

He wanted me to put cheerios in the potty for him to aim at. I had told him a few days ago if he wanted to stand up I would put cheerios in the potty and he could shoot them. He wanted to shoot them! YAY! So my big boy never has to touch another public toilet with his tushy.. unless of course the dreaded poo needs to come. We will worry about that later.

Anyway.. so when I told people, including his father, I used cheerios I got the strangest looks. They were the kind of looks I would expect if I had told people I had then fed my child the cheerios after he peed on them.

THIS IS A COMMON POTTY TRAINING TECHNIQUE.. right? Right.

Red Door - East.

We bought this house for the hobbit door and right away Pol said he wanted to paint it red... that was four years ago. We have finally painted it red! YAY for progress!!


I also painted some of the trim and the shutters while Pol's mom entertained my child. The child in question could not have been more excited to have his grandma's full attention!

I know.. the ugly awning thing is still there and I was too lazy to paint the entire thing brown.. it will be ripped down, so I only painted as far as I could reach with ease.


Pol and Jon stayed busy out back finishing up the fence! It takes an army to hold up a door.. I am not even sure who is actually working in this picture. Must be Liam.



Don't worry, we weren't complete slave drivers, we let them have a break to watch fireworks.



Grandma introduced L to snakes and smoke bombs.


Mocha wasn't so sure about them. Nor is she so sure about this fence idea.

Team Jacob

I am 110% aware the Twilight books are ridiculous. I am also 100% aware the movies are even worse.

Tonight I am going to Eclipse. and I am 110% sure I will enjoy every minute of it.


In case you have forgotten... I have been Team Jacob from the beginning.