Is "Washable" really washable?

The answer is ... sort of. There definately is residual marking that last for a few bathtub scrubs. After I took this picture and took them up to the bath, Lauren revealed that they had also colored their belly buttons and nipples. Madonna would be proud.

A Bit of Potty Talk

I'm not quite sure I should share this but I will. Why not? I have two six-year-old boys who refuse to wipe themselves. They will sit on the pot forever, waiting for me to come bail them out. This week they were at Camille's house. Camille heard Brad calling from the bathroom. "Camille, I need you to wipe me."
"No. You are six and can do it yourself."
"But my mom does it for me." "What do you do at school?"
"I NEVER go at school!"
After refusing to wipe his way-to-old hiney, Camille left him alone on the pot. A bit later he came out.
"So, did ya get it taken care of?"
"Yes and it was DISGUSTING! I DON'T want to talk about it!"

Maybe I shouldn't talk about it either... but I've earn the right.

Michael Phelps' Smelps... Whatever!

Here are the true Olympians! Brad and Zach really got into the swimming during the Olympics. Brad kept telling me that he was in fact an "expert swimmer" like those guys on TV. The boys decided that we needed to hold our own Olympics "with medals and races and diving." We were all ready-- cupcakes made, invitations crafted, rules written out -- and then it rained and rained. But my OCDish little guys would not let me forget about the event. So, the first night the sky was clear, the Lund Olympics hit the pool. Let the games begin!

Michigan Isn't That Far, is it?

Mark and Mary Williams blessed sweet Kate in Utah so I got to sneak at peak at their new little girl. Mary you are sooo missed!

I wanna be 4 again...

Aloha!

My mom does a fun luau each year. Due to my Grandma's declining health, she decided to have it at my grandparent's home. She invited the nurses and aides who have been so kind to my grandma and grandpa. Grandma was in and out of consciousness in her bedroom but when I spoke with her, she recognized me. "Grandma, we are having the luau. Your sister Willy is here." "Well, how do I look?" "You look great. Mom did your hair and you have on your red floral housecoat-- very Hawaiian!" She asked for Grandpa. He came in and told her about the party. I think her memory had taken her back a few years because she suddenly said, "I told you not to have that damn party." It was pretty funny because Helen Farr doesn't talk like that!

Everyone must notice Lauren's hair because it is rare that she lets me do it. Take note--it probably won't happen again.