Here it is. . .well, 1/2 of it. . .my glorious shower. It's done now, but I need to take a picture of it still. It's beautiful, and it smells like rain when you shower in it.
Cohen is shockingly good at the drums on Guitar Hero. He's not even 3 yet, and he got a streak of 6 perfect hits his first time around!!!
Vaseline does NOT wash out of your hair. . .not even with dish soap. Just in case you were wondering.
So, we're potty training Cohen, but Evan is more excited about it some days.
Here's Cohen helping me shovel the driveway with his new kid-size shovel.
So, here's yet another post about Cohens prayers. He loves saying the dinner prayer, and is even starting to bless things, rather than just babble about his day. He blesses each of us, usually more than once, he ALWAYS says something about 'playing with the kids', I don't know if he is praying to play with some kids, or if he's thanking Heavenly Father for being able to play with some kids, anyways, and then he has started scanning the table and blessing each of the food items and other things on the table, like the drinks, the chicken (any meat is chicken), sometimes the plates, you get the idea.
So, the other night the prayer starts out normal. . .
Dear Heanly Fahder, bless a mommy, a daddy, a mommy, a Evan, a mommy (no joke, I got blessed 3 times!!! Maybe I need it!!). . .
Bless da food good taste (we'll just hope this is more of a courtesy, than a reflection on it's usual flavor)
and then the table scanning begins
(rattled off quickly) bless a drink, a lettuce, a potato, a chicken. . . a. . . (long pause) and he gets this confused look on his face (yes, I'm always peeking at him saying the prayer because his face is so funny while he tries to keep his eyes closed) I can tell he's looking at the Sour Cream container, and this must be the view he has of it
because he scrunches up his nose and says "a. . .what IS that????. . . Is that. . . POOP???!!!"
Needless to say, Jared and I lose it and laugh until we cry. . .I mean, if thats what he thought it was, you can understand why he looked so confused. Can you imagine the thought process in his little head? "Why on earth would my mom put a jar of that stuff on the dinner table?!"
Ahhh. . .Good times :)
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