Boys...

So many funny little stories to tell...

Our friend Kirsten is bribing her way into the boys hearts with candy. They got to try Gummy Worms last week, which are disgusting in my opinion. They put most of the worm into their mouths and then slowly pull them out while saying "Ewwww!" Gross indeed!

We are rapidly learning that our speech must become more guarded as Jakey's verbal skills improve. Case in point: I call Erik "honey," thus Jakey calls everyone "honey." This is quite awkward at church when he asks the nursery workers "Can I have more crackers please, honey?" His friend Riley came over tonight to play and Riley's mom calls her husband "babe." So this is how it went:

Jakey: Can I have that truck, honey?

Riley: Not right now, babe.

Jakey: Let's run, run, honey!

Riley: Okay babe!

This is going to cause issues I think... Today we went to the Los Angeles Museum of Natural History for our usual Monday expedition. Jakey told me he had to potty at one point and I thought he could hold it until we arrived at the museum. I think this was simply wishful thinking on my part because I really didn't want to deal with the hassle of exiting the freeway in downtown LA and trying to find a bathroom. It quickly became apparent that holding it was not an option so we began an earnest search for facilities. I stopped at a gas station and Erik opened the minivan door to help Jake out and get him to the restroom. Jake saw no need to go to the bathroom and as soon as his feet touched the parking lot he whipped his pants down and started to go. Now picture this: we are in the middle of LA at a very busy gas station and Jake has his pants around his ankles and is already peeing in a VERY public place. Public consternation... We just tried to laugh and let him finish, what else can you do? A 3 year-old doesn't exactly have the control to stop and walk to the bathroom and we definitely weren't carrying him there midstream. I think Libby's strategy is to act like she doesn't know her brothers and fake sleeping...

Here we are at the museum...

While we are on the "bathroom" subject... Last week I kept noticing that the kids' bathroom smelled bad, like urine. Gross. I walked in while Erik was brushing Jake's teeth and noticed a mysterious puddle on the floor around the toilet. Noticing my frustration, Erik reminded me that it was probably just an accident. I cleaned it, we moved on with the day. I came back in several hours later and the smell was worse, so I began to move things around to clean more thoroughly. I picked up the fake plant from the toilet tank and there was a puddle under the plant! Tell me that was an accident! Apparently a target practice session went awry.

Oh, by the way, Emily and I are now famous. I posted about Ken Ham speaking at our church and my mom followed the link to his site and noticed that he posted a picture of us and our friend Mary listening to his presentation on his blog. Look at the picture, Mary is the one sitting on the aisle in the black jacket with short grey hair and I'm next to her. Emily is one of the two girls sitting behind us. We'll be signing autographs all week.