Bathroom Humor

This afternoon Griffin had a dermatologist appointment (to have a mild rash checked out on his face).  The kids were both tired from school, both have runny noses, you know - the usual January/February winter doldrums.  Anywho, we're waiting in the room for the doctor to come and they're asking me why I didn't bring their LeapPads (why didn't I? Duh!) and the doc came in.

He couldn't have been better with the kids.  In one minute he was making them laugh talking about boogers and burps and farts - and this Mom loves bathroom humor too, so of course i was laughing along with them.  I love a good doctor who really *gets* kids.

He told us a silly song/poem that he said he used to sing at his son's boy scout meetings (he was troop leader).  It was a huge hit, we were singing it all the way home.  I feel I must share, in case you who are reading this might have kids that love a little bathroom humor too (I'm pretty sure all kids love it, let's be honest).

"A burp is just a breath of air

that cometh from the heart. 

But when it comes from down below

it cometh as a fart."

And since I haven't blogged on here in forever, I thought I'd share a couple recent pics of the kids from a photo shoot we did with a local photographer.  She was super nice and great with the kids. Here's the info in case any of you here in Fairfield need someone:

Fleeting Moments Photography

Follow her on Facebook HERE. 

Thanks for reading!

Men Bow, Ladies Curtsy

My goodness.  My writing on this blog has almost come to a screeching halt.  Until today.

New Year's Resolution 2015.  To write on this blog about my kids.  Solely about them. Cute things they say, pictures, moments.  At this moment, my kids are at the perfect ages.  Griffin is 6, in first grade, and learning at the speed of light.  It's amazing to witness.  Gemma is 4, ready for Kindergarten next year, but still the sweetest little preschooler I know.  She isn't quite as worldly as her big brother, but boy does she want to be!

Today, it's all about being a princess.  Gemma watched Tangled this afternoon (she's got a cold, don't judge me sticking her in front of a movie!), and came upstairs from the basement telling me all about rules for princesses.

Here they are, in no particular order:

1. You must be a dainty lady and do all dainty things.
2.  Be nice to people.
3.  Eat dainty.
4.  Pinkies out.
5.  Curtsy.
6.  Marry.
7.  Kiss.
8.  You must do love and hugs.
9.  Always look fancy.

Some additions, according to Griffin:

1.  Wear your tiara, dress, and glass slippers.
2.  Always wear your cape.

The second issue we had after watching Tangled (and Rapunzel) was 'Mama, I want long hair.'  My response was, Gemma, you actually do have pretty long hair.  'No, i want LONG HAIR LIKE RAPUNZEL Mama!'  To which Griffin replied in a very exasperated tone:  'Gemma, if you want long hair like Rapunzel, you have to let your hair grow longer and longer and longer and longer and never get it cut.  Ever.  Even if you feel like it, you can't.  That's how you get long hair.'

My 6 year old truly knows the ways of the world.  At least the world according to Disney.