We went to Visalia for Easter this year. We had a great time. Everyone except Ryan and Venessa were there. The kids had an easter egg hunt in the backyard, they dyed eggs with Grandma and found easter baskets on Easter morning. We went to the mall to have kid easter pictures taken at Picture People. Aaron refused to cooperate, so we have a cute picture of Danny and Rachel in their Easter clothes. Aaron did just fine, however to take the expensive pictures with the Easter bunny as a consolation. We also went to the movies all together to see Horton Hears a Who. Everyone loved the Katie character in the movie and how she would create a world where everyone is a pony in they eat rainbow and poop butterflies. We all thought Rachel would fit in perfectly in that world.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Biker
Danny's Birthday Party
Las Vegas Temple Visit
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Where are your brains, Aaron?
I have always posed redundant questions to my kids: What's your name? Where do you live? How old are you? What color are your eyes? Where's your nose?
In the past, I've usually taken the opportunity to ask these questions when I have a captive audience, like when I'm changing a diaper. I recently added a new question - Where are your brains? I aksed this question of Aaron and he immediately pointed to his rear end. Hmmm, that was weird (and funny).
I decided to show my new monkey trick to Jean. We had a good chuckle after which I commented "I wonder where he picked that up from?" Jean is smart. She pointed out that it probably stems from many of the diaper changing sessions. When I encounter a particularly stinky diaper, I'll say "Ohhhhh, KID'S NAME HERE, you pooped your brains out." I guess I've said this enough that Aaron has associated brains with poop. For a while he claimed to have poop for brains or at least that's what you could conclude from his response.
We've now taught him the correct anatomical location of his brains. Now when asked about his brains, he'll begin to point to his hind quarters, smirk and then point to his head. But, we didn't correct him until we got it on video.
Being a parent is awesome.
In the past, I've usually taken the opportunity to ask these questions when I have a captive audience, like when I'm changing a diaper. I recently added a new question - Where are your brains? I aksed this question of Aaron and he immediately pointed to his rear end. Hmmm, that was weird (and funny).
I decided to show my new monkey trick to Jean. We had a good chuckle after which I commented "I wonder where he picked that up from?" Jean is smart. She pointed out that it probably stems from many of the diaper changing sessions. When I encounter a particularly stinky diaper, I'll say "Ohhhhh, KID'S NAME HERE, you pooped your brains out." I guess I've said this enough that Aaron has associated brains with poop. For a while he claimed to have poop for brains or at least that's what you could conclude from his response.
We've now taught him the correct anatomical location of his brains. Now when asked about his brains, he'll begin to point to his hind quarters, smirk and then point to his head. But, we didn't correct him until we got it on video.
Being a parent is awesome.
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