You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

John asked Greg for some "Gata-ador."

Noah was in the bathroom washing his hands. He turned on the water. There was air in the pipes. He came racing out of the bathroom like his pants were on fire. (Am I a terrible mother for laughing?)

Noah touched Hunter's paci. He wanted to wash his hands so he didn't get a germ...

Noah and John take turns picking the movie/show they are going to watch. When it was John's turn, Noah said, "Hey, John, do you want to watch Max and Ruby?"

I told John I needed to check his diaper. He came over and said, "check my poop."

When I go in to get John in the mornings, you never know what he'll say... A few of my favorites:
"Well, hello there."
"There y'are."
"I have hairs."

I got ready to put shorts on John this spring and couldn't find any. I knew we had some that Noah had worn. Turns out they still fit Noah.

The boys were outside playing in the gator. Noah flipped out when John picked up a dead worm and stuck it in the front of the gator.

Greg bought the boys red popcicles. Noah looked like he'd dipped his white shirt in red from his wrist up to his elbow. I told him I wasn't sure if I could get the stain out. He said, "But, mom, you're the stain fighter." (And the stain fighter triumphed again!)

Whenever there is a fly, Noah tells me to get the fly "swapper."

Compliments???

Children are a little too honest sometimes...

When the boys came to visit Hunter and me in the hospital, Noah said, "Mommy, why does it look like there is still a baby in your tummy?"

We were in the car talking about the fact that Noah would always be the oldest boy, John would always be second oldest, and Hunter would always be the youngest. Noah piped in and said, "And mommy, you will always be the fattest girl."

One day, I wore my contacts instead of my glasses. Noah said, "Mommy, you don't look very pretty without your glasses."

The Butterfly House

One day after school, Noah was waiting with the other kids to be picked up. He overheard a conversation about the Butterfly House. He stood up and said, "Pastor Phil, I haven't been to the Butterfly House in quite some time. Can I come?" So, we took the sweet little thing (and his brothers).

Noah leading the way 

Love this little face (a butterfly just flew past)

Enjoying the ride

A few weeks later, Noah's class went back for a field trip. 

Posing on the caterpillar

By the falls

Uncle Brad and Remi crashed the field trip

Posing by the butterfly bench

Riding the carousel

A picnic snack...yummy!!

Dirty Boys...

The boys "helped" Greg put out mulch. It was hot...they were sweaty... Dirtiest they've ever been. I was wishing for a shower in my laundry room.