The family and I went to Draper Days last night. It was fun, regardless of the fact that outdoor festivals seem to have this magnetic effect on teenagers, drawing them in like moths to the flame so they can stand in large groups in the middle of every major walkway and act like it's no big deal. Next time I'm bringing a cattle prod because no one should get in the way of me and my $5 fresh squeezed lemonade, especially when it's 100 bazillion degrees outside and I'm lugging around an extra 20 lbs in my midsection and an extra 30 in my arms. Consider yourself warned pubescents. Loitering around in giant circles emitting your teenagery pheromones at each other will get you nothing but trouble. Just ask everyone I went to high school with.
We didn't put the offspring to bed last night until about 11pm figuring he'd sleep at least until 8:30 or 9 the next morning.
WRONG
I brought him in bed with us around 6:30 am only to have him hit me, and only me with vomit. Twice. Apparently kettle corn, lemonade, french fries and a snow cone do not mix. Who knew?
Der.
Thankfully he took an almost 4 hour nap this afternoon but again cashed in on that small favor with a blowout of epic proportions followed by a rapid fire succession of repeated blowouts.
I never thought poop would play such a huge role in my life, but here I am, literally bathing in it.
Good times I tell you, good times.
And now a photo demonstration of what happens when I direct my little poo shooter to "say cheese":
treats!
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We want to clone him. Interested?
my world revolves around poop. definitely some good times.
The older I get (sigh) the more and more scared I am to have children because I don't know if I could handle having a child
a) throw up on me
b) in my bed
c) multiple times
I'll admit, I'm selfish. It's going to take a far superior man to bring back the maternal side.
You're adorable. True story.
Poo shooting, not so great. The poo shooter, however, awfully cute.
Poo shooting, not so great. The poo shooter, however, awfully cute.
You know you're getting old when you're griping about teenagers. I can like them individually, but as a lot I haate the skate boarding, anti-social texters, the universe-revolves-around-me, mall rat, snot nosed, Starbuck-sucking teenagers. I'm SUCH an old lady!
You're little man IS freakin' cute!
**Whoops—I meant "your" little man.
cu-ute! (you know, for a pooshooter!) (p.s. you gonna pocket this story for the ol' gf when he's 17-ish?)
Sounds craptastic! That mug is so freaking cute!
You should looking into water for your baths. You probably would smell better. Pooh is not really a great choice for washing.
That was a dumb comment.
And that kid is frakking adorable.
Such a true-to-life commentary on mommyhood, as usual! We miss you guys! Once we buy a new car (my car LITERALLY died on the side of the road-we'll have a burial this weekend, and celebrate by buying a new car) we gotta go to the Lindon Pool.
He's just GORGEOUS!!! He's going to have so much fun reading about himself when he will be a teenager!
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