Pokers or Fur?

Brandt has been concerned about my shaving habits for quite sometime now.  One morning when I was still on maternity leave with Cate I was getting him ready for school and he asked me, "Mommy, why you have pokers?" (we were / are still working on our grammar).  After a few questions on my part trying to understand what he could possibly be talking about he let me know that my "leg pokers were like a cactus" - such insight from a then 3-year-old.  At the time, I didn't take much offense because let's face I had a newborn at home and shaving my legs wasn't high on my list of priorities. 

Since then, my "pokers" have been a constant topic of his concern.  He doesn't like to warm his feet on my legs when I have "bad pokers".  It is also hard for him to relax when I have "too many pokers".  Recently, as he was getting comfy (and the day after I had shaved) he informed me that my pokers felt perfect.  This prompted yet another discussion about follicular growth.  As we carried on our discussion, I commented about how most girls didn't have long pokers but boys, like Daddy, do.  It was at this time that Brandt informed me that, "Mommy, you have pokers, but Daddy has FUR"!

For the Record: I would like eveyone who reads this to know, I do practice good hygiene and don't make it a habit for my "pokers" too get to long.  Also, Chris does have more hair than me but I am thinking he is average in the "hair on your legs" department. 

Look, It's Chris.

:)

Obviously, I will need to look into always keeping up my "follicular removal" being that I have the "Hair Police" for a son!!

~ Brett

Word to Your Mother

I just wanted a leave a post letting everyone know how thankful I am for my mother.  I had a procedure done last Friday that required me to be on bedrest for the weekend.  She went with me, brought me home, and then stayed with the kids while Chris was at the game Friday night and at practice on Saturday.  It was sooooo nice actually getting to sleep soundly and not worry ahout what was happening in the other room.  Of course, this isn't the only reason I am thankful for my mom.  Did I say I was excited about uninterrupted sleep? :) I feel blessed each day that I have her and fear that I don't tell her or show her often enough. So in the words of Vanilla Ice:
 

An Afternoon with Mammy and Papa

Chris had baseball practice on Saturday afternoon, so the kids and I spent it down with Mammy and Papa at their house.  Brandt packed up all his buckets and "shobels" to work with the plants.  By the time we came home, I had two VERY dirty and VERY tired children!

Brandt and Mammy planting some new plants in the tire planters.

Adding a little water.



Little Miss Helper coming to see what is going on.

Time to wash up - a little.



Brandt getting ready to do some watering.

 

I don't think Mammy gave me any water!

Brandt watered based on the plants he thought "looked thirsty"!

"Excuse me!  Papa! Bubba! You forgot me!"

Brandt driving Papa around on the tractor!

Want a kiss from a really sweet little girl?

Are you sure?

I added this one just becasue I think it's pretty!

Brandt practicing his throwing skills.

This is very Cate-esque: an abandoned shoe and a missing, one shoed little girl!

I AM BIG enough to do whatever everyone else is doing!!!

Yeah, Bubba!!!

A little water play.



          

I love these little feet.  Their dirtiness is proof of one GREAT day!