Homemade lasagna...from Costco!

We enjoyed Grandma's secret recipe lasagna (it's so good, they sell it at Costco) for dinner the other night...apparently Lewis enjoyed every little bit of it. Enjoy every little bit of this cuteness:

What do you think this is? A restaurant?

The other night when I got home from work, Bailey was sitting up at the table eating his dinner.

Bailey: Mommy! I need something to drink.

Mommy: What would you like to drink, Bailey?

Bailey: Ummm...I don't know, let me check my menu (pretends to turn pages while perusing the menu)...oh yes, I'd like lemonade, please.

Mommy: I'm sorry, sir. All we have on our menu to drink is milk, chocolate milk, apple juice or water.

Bailey: Oh, thank you, sir. I'd like some apple juice, please.

Warning: Poop story ahead (but it's not gross, just funny)

Last night before bedtime Bailey was laying on the floor reading a book about scoops and diggers (his current obsession). All of the sudden he jumps up and starts running toward the front door...he got about halfway through the dining room and stops and cocks his head and says "What's that noise? I just heard somepin!" Usually when he goes through this routine, the next step is to run full out to the front door and start barking, yes barking. Tonight though, when I said "What is it, Bailey? What did you hear?" He looks at me and says "oh nevermind, Mommy. It's just my poop comin." I said "what?" (because I couldn't possibly have heard correctly) and he said "that noise was just my poop comin." Like duh. I said "do you need to go upstairs and go poop?" and he looks at me like I'm an idiot and says "yes, Mommy. That sound was my poop coming."

Oh. My. Goodness.

Polka dots...

Yesterday Bailey noticed the vast number of moles I have on my shoulder...he pointed and said "Mommy! Look at all these polka dots on here!" and then promptly stuck his finger in his mouth and while scrubbing my shoulder said "Don't worry, Mommy, I clean them off for you." Thanks, Buddy.

Time, where did you go?

Okay, first of all, a public apology to all of my friends that I've given a hard time to about waiting months between blogs (except you, Melanie because you go YEARS between blogs)...it's been two months since my last blog (that sounded a little A.A.ish but you get the picture).

Today, I took Bailey to the doctor for his three year checkup. First thing...3 YEARS?! How did THAT happen? Secondly, when we were waiting (which is what you do at the doctor's office), Bailey said to me "I'm being a very good monkey, huh Mommy?" Patience isn't exactly his middle name (wonder where he gets that?) but he was doing pretty darn good. When the lady finally came to get us (only to have us wait in the small exam room for another hour without the distraction of a fish tank or other kids), he said to her "No pokes today, okay Lady?" He wanted to get that clear right at the very beginning. I promised him he wouldn't get any shots but Mommy's word only goes so far.

He was weighed (27 lbs) and measured (35 inches) and ended up in the 3rd percentile for his weight (meaning out of 100 three-year-olds, 97 would be bigger than him) and he's in the 10th percentile for his height. In the words of his pediatrican "well, he's on the chart, he's just barely holding on to the very bottom of it." There are no concerns about his development, "he's an overachiever" (he gets that from me). :)

Our boys are growing up and getting cuter every day...Christmas is going to be a blast this year...we can't wait!

My name's Bailey Edward...

Everywhere we go, Bailey introduces himself to people. "Hi! My name's Bailey Edward!" Or when I come home from work, he runs to the door and says "Hi Mommy! It's Bailey Edward!" (and he'll also points out Lewis Patrick). Yesterday we went to Costco and when we were checking out, he said to the checker outer guy "My name's Bailey Edward!" and the guy says "I'm Peter." As we were leaving, Peter says "Bye, Bailey!" and Bailey says "Bye, Peterbilt!" Apparently his redneck roots run deep. :)

Old "U.S." Navy?

I went shopping at Old Navy the other day and bought some clothes for the family. Mark, Grandma and I got some new t-shirts, Bailey got some new socks and shirts and Lewis got some new socks. I probably bought a totally of twenty items. Now let me get to the point of this: not one thing I bought was made in the USA. Our clothes were made in the following countries: Nicaragua, Sri Lanka, India, Korea, China, Honduras, Guatemala, and Japan. What?