Family Funnies

(Just a couple Easter shots)


Grayson attended his first Rockets game a couple months back with his Daddy. But, he didn't come home talking about basketball, he came home going on and on about how people got pies shoved in their faces in the blooper videos.
"Mommy, it was so larious, so larious!"

Grayson: "Mommy, I don't know how I'm going to take care of two babies!"
(This is something he has said to me multiple times now; you would think I leave Camdyn with him by himself or something)

Grayson: "Mommy, this dinner isn't too bad."
(Uh...thanks???)

Me: "Camdyn, where's the baby?"
Camdyn takes off running to her room and brings me her baby doll :)

(Our little diva!)


Grayson: "Mommy, are you going to push the baby out of your bottom?"
Me: "No buddy, mommy has another place where I'll push the baby out of."
Grayson: "What's it called?"
Me: "It's called my vagina."
Grayson: "Haha...vagina...that's funny....vagina, vagina, vagina."
(What is it with boys and that word?)

Me: "Grayson, I'm taking you to get a haircut."
Grayson: "Oh good, I want to look sharp again."



(Grayson rips one very loudly at dinner)
Brad: "Whoa, what was that Grayson?"
Grayson: "It was just a little thunder Daddy."

Me: "This is by far the most active baby I've ever had in my belly."
Brad: "Oh crap!"



Brad: "How many weeks are you now?"
Me: "27"
Brad: "Man, so you still have a lot of time to get bigger."
(Thanks babe!)



And in case you missed my post on Facebook or Instagram, Grayson decided both he and his sister needed haircuts. So, Camdyn now has bangs-ish and Grayson has a nice little bald spot on the top of his head. We had a very long discussion about sin and forgiveness, but about how even after we receive forgiveness, there are still consequences to our actions :) But, I guess now we have to laugh about it or else I might cry.

Our 2012 Family Photo Album

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The First of the 2013 Family Funnies

Grandma: "We're going to freeze our tails off."
Grayson: "What??? I don't have a tail!!!"

(Brad farted in the car)
Me: "Ewww....Brad, that's disgusting!"
Grayson: "Mommy, that's what boys do and they're allowed."



Great Me Maw: "Grayson, what did Santa bring you for Christmas?"
Grayson: "Me Maw, the real Santa is in heaven and the ones at the mall are just pretend."

(I did something really scatter brained, which happens too often to remember what particular thing it was.)
Brad: "Haley Michelle....."
Grayson: "Daddy, it's the baby doing that to her." (Glad to know my four-year-old understand the concept of pregnancy brain)

(Camdyn standing over the dog bowl shaking her finger at it)
Camdyn: "Unh-Unh, No Ma'am! Unh-Unh, No Ma'am!"
(At least she's understanding the concept of not eating dog food, now whether she actually obeys this rule is a whole other story)



(Driving home during half time of the Cotton Bowl, thinking Grayson is asleep in the back seat, Brad reads a text out loud from his dad.)
Pops' Text: "By the look on Bob Stoops' (the coach of OU) face, someone might want to give him some of Camdyn's diaper rash cream for his chapped butt."
Grayson: "HaHa Chapped Butt, Chapped Butt."
(After repeating it for the fifteenth time, we explained that it wasn't very nice to say "butt," only bottom or behind, and Grayson immediately called Pops to repeat the lecture and inform Pops that we don't say "butt")

Grayson: "Camdyn, stop climbing on me, you're going to make my tee-tee fall off!"

(Pointing to Tag stretched out on the couch)
Grayson: "Look, Mommy, Tag is being lazy like you!"

Grayson: "Mommy, you're just going to get bigger and bigger until you pop!"
Me: "Yeah, that's pretty much what's going to happen."
Grayson: "And then how will the baby come out of you?"
(The one time in life when you wish you actually had a C-section so you don't have to answer these embarrassing questions.)

(Brad is leaning over to pour Tag's food in the dog bowl and farts -- is anyone noticing a trend in the stories involving Brad?)
Camdyn comes right up behind him and mimics the exact same sound with her mouth :)

(Grayson brings his Dallas Cowboy helmet in his school show and share bag on "D" day. His class gives him a hard time for not being a Texans fan.)
Grayson: "I cheer for the Dallas Cowboys! (with hands on hips in a determined voice)"
(Good to know we're not raising a fair weather fan!)

Brad: "Do we want to eat inside or outside? There's a terrible lounge singer inside."
Me: "It's kind of cold, let's eat inside."
Grayson (inside the restaurant at the top of his lungs): "Daddy, where's the terrible lounge singer?"

We recently realized it was time to ditch the high-chair when Brad and I separately found Camdyn in her high-chair after leaving the room for less then ten seconds realizing we hadn't put her there. If it's possible, our second little monkey is even more of a climber than our first. She's trouble, I tell you! Don't let her cute little dimples fool you!

Family Photos

A New Little Blessing in the New Year!

Expecting our third little blessing 7/7/13!

"His mercies are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:23

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Our White Christmas

Opening presents at our house Christmas morning

She was pretty excited about her new hat, hair clips and Toms!

And after begging to see snow for the last two months so he could build a snowman, Grayson got his wish when we arrived in Dallas to have a white Christmas!

And a new pea coat for Camdyn just in time for the cold weather

Our first attempt at a snowman was a little sad :)

And the boys showed us up the next day! We were so proud!

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!

Family Funnies

(Camdyn pulls her lamp off her night stand)
Grayson: "Camdyn, why did you do that? We need to talk about this choice you just made!"

Brad: "Grayson, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Grayson: "A referee!"
Brad: "You want to be a referee when you grow up?"
Grayson (with a super concerned, sad look on his face): "But, I can't, I don't have a whistle"

(I really wanted Grayson and Camdyn to wear coordinating Halloween costumes this year because I knew it would be my last year for Grayson to still think it was somewhat cool to dress up with his baby sister. But, it took some brainstorming to figure out an idea that suited him.)
Me: "You could be Pebbles and Bam-Bam from the Flintstones?"
Grayson: "No."
Me: "You could be a magician and Camdyn could be the rabbit you pull out of your hat?"
Grayson: "No."
Me: "You could be a banana and Camdyn could be a monkey?"
Grayson: "That'd be so funny!"
And it was! :)

(Brad was eating a piece of candy)
Grayson: "Daddy, did you go poo-poo?"
(Still haven't quite figured out how to phase out our potty training reward system. Frankly, if it keeps it in the potty, I'll give him candy till he's 18 :)

(After I did something kind of scatter brained, it's such a frequent occurrence that I can't even remember what it was)
Grayson: "Not again, wife!"
(I think he's been hanging out with his Daddy a little too much)

(I was trying to fasten his car seat with his bulky winter clothes on, which was making the belt too tight around his crotch area)
Grayson: "It's too tight! My tee-tee is just too big Mommy!"

Me: "Peace out homey G!"
Grayson: "Peace out homey H!"

Grayson: "I wish I was five already Mommy!"
Me: "Grayson, you just stop growing up on me so fast."
Grayson: "Mommy, that's life!"

Grayson: "Mommy, when is it going to snow so we can make a snowman?"
Me: "I don't know buddy, it doesn't really snow much in Texas."
Grayson: "Then, why do we choose to live here?"

Since everyone says "Hi, Baby" to Camdyn, she has assumed it is just the normal, accepted greeting for everyone, so she has started going around saying, "Hi, baby" to everyone (man, woman, child or dog).

Camdyn has also learned to say "Amen" at the end of prayers. She has even gotten to where she picks up on our cues of when we're finishing up and she likes to yell it out before anyone else has the chance to say it.

Brad: "I think we might get more calls from teachers about Camdyn than Grayson."
Me: "Really, why?"
Brad: "I don't know, she just kind of has that look, 'I don't care who you are or what you say, I'm going to do my own thing."
Me: "Are you sure it's not just the crazy baby hair that makes you think that?"
Brad: "That and how she screams at the top of her lungs if she doesn't get her way."

That's all for now folks!