Perv Alert!

The movie Toy Story is an all time favorite at Casa de Smiley. Our boys are particularly enthusiastic about the film and it's characters. It wasn't until recently when Noah and Nathan were fighting over a Toy Story toy that I realized, "Disney has turned my boys into pervs!"
Noah was running through the house yelling at his brother:

"Don't touch my Woody."
"That's my Woody."
"Nathan won't give me Woody"
"You broke my Woody."
"Give me my Woody."
"No I want big Woody" (we have multiple sizes of the toy)

Chris and I just looked at each other and said "Never noticed how weird that name was before." I knew that I couldn't stop the boys because 1. they wouldn't get it the risk of them asking questions was too high, and 2. that would have killed my entertainment for the evening. So Chris and I just sat back as our immature minds soaked up all the subliminal humor the creators of Toy Story must have intended when naming characters. Thank you Disney for an evening of free immature entertainment and making my children sound like complete perverts. Walt would be proud!

Keep your eye on this one!

We have been attempting to potty train Noah this last week. We have ditched all diapers and have vowed to not purchase another bag of diapers ever again! Until today, when Noah decided Toy Story 2 was far more important than making the ten step journey to the toilet to deposit his gifts from down under. Noah was proud of his rather large achievement he left on my bedroom floor while left to run the house naked from the waist down. He marched down the stairs to say "Mommy I POOPED!" When we walked into my room my eyes bugged and I yelled "ON THE FLOOR?" And Noah responded "YEAH, SEE!" You have to keep your eye, and Pull-Ups, on this one.

This only further supports my theory that children are born heathens that have to be tamed by their parents in order to become civilized...Chris and I have dropped the ball on this one!

Casa de Smiley

We sit down every night to enjoy a moderately delicious meal. some stories of the day, and the beautiful sound of at least one bodily function...here's how tonight's events played out:

• Nathan was sharing (a presumed to be made-up) story about how the "Boogie Man" trying to catch him while coming to our room in the middle of the night...cue Chris (aka Dad) calling Nathan out on his story and proceeding to "call the Boogie Man" on his cell phone. Chris had (a very convincing) conversation with the Boogie man about his whereabouts the night before and the time given in Nathan's story. Nathan's face went from a curious grin to a lifeless pale color with now emotion while watching his father question the Boogie Man as if they had been best friends forever. While Chris asked the Boogie Man when he ate at the restaurant he was at the previous night and would he recommend Chris try it next time he eats at this establishment Nathan's eyes began to wander in a panic. The wheels were spinning. Was his dad serious? Did the Boogie Man really exist? This was supposed to just be a story to justify his late night excursion to his parents bed...his plan had backfired and all we had to do was sit back and wait for the confession! I know what you are probably thinking, teach a child not to lie by lying?!? And my only response...I'll be doing the judging here people!
  


• While Nathan sat pondering how he was going to find out the truth behind the Boogie Natalie ripped a fart so loud I'm pretty sure Jesus heard it. While farts are always funny, no matter how mature you think you are, it was not the fart that had me on the verge of wetting myself like an elderly woman with a sneezing fit. Natalie in response to her own fart says "Oh I need to poop like the fart said!" and ran to the bathroom! (I couldn't make this stuff up)



• Natalie sat on the stool with here feet dangling in the air hollering "MOMMY" and Noah responding "YES" Natalie repeats "Mommy" and Noah responds "YES". Natalie cranked up the volume, thinking I couldn't hear when in reality I was not able to respond due to the relentless giggling. On the last go round Natalie screeched "Mommy will you wipe my butt?" and Noah responded "OK!" At this point I stepped in seeing as I am the official butt wiper of the house. Noah had also proclaimed earlier in the night that "My BOO BOO EXPLODED!" He was in no shape to be doing any wiping post explosion...haha (that will be explained in the upcoming post)



• That ladies and gentleman is how an average evening at the Smiley Dinner Table unravels.