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I happened to have my camera for two bath times back to back.

One was in Nonnie’s bath:

Here is Icka’s art …. and her latest dance move where she jerks to one side, and bends over.

Here is yet another offering from Scout.  How disgusting is my little boy — except he does get props for not going potty in the bath water.

The next morning — we frequented Daddy’s bath.

Here are the best of friends.

And Icka — with her “look out of the top of her eyes” very serious look.

Stinky has been absolutely perfect on the potty training front.  After about a week, I never put Pull Ups on him again, and he stays dry even through the night.  My mom tells me that I don’t have a clue how good I have it.  I think that Scout is the one who has it so good — with my coaching abilities and all.

So with Scout being the nonstop comedian, I am usually not surprised by him anymore.  But this time ….. without question ….. I was.  We had just come home from an afternoon out, and he went into the pantry and grabbed a paper cup with a heart on the outside.  About three minutes later, he came out and started calling out to Calin, “NayNay….I have some lemonade for you”, and “NayNay …. you like lemonade …. don’t you?”.  As he is walking towards her with his cup, I intercept from around the corner to see the cup is 3/4 full of yellow liquid — and it was definitely not lemonade.  Calin was repulsed, I was secretly cracking up behind my reprimands, and everyone else was in awe.

The reactions —–  My mom thinks he is beyond smart.  Tristen high-fived him.  All of the Brockbank kids think he is the coolest toddler ever created.   Skilly was telling NayNay that it was only polite to have a sip.  And Micah said, “is it bad that I am so proud of him right now?”  To answer your question Micah — probably.

How come the day Scout started wearing big boy underwear, he never keeps his clothes on?  I think it’s in the blood.  His dad is a big show off!

Scout just had the biggest meltdown because I put him down for a nap (or for what we like to call “quiet time” now).  I have been working on my computer for the last 35 minutes as he has been tantruming it up.  He finally quieted down about 10 minutes ago, and I assumed he finally cried himself to sleep.  Apparently not, since when the door chime sounded a second ago, and the door opened and closed, he called out, “Come in!”

Micah, Tacky and Nate Carlson rode in the 50 mile bike ride in Palm Springs over the weekend.  (Although Tacky corrects us to make sure we know it was a “57″ mile bike ride according to his odometer.)  The ride was great, and Scummy had us stay with them at her parent’s place.  It was great — new, nice, clean, and had a pool.  Here are the boys after the ride:

Don’t let the smiles fool you — they were all cramping up in the hot tub.

Icka found anything and everything to climb.

Scout was in heaven when he caught some t.v. in this pool toy.

Just one of the surprise pictures I saw when I rifled through my pictures.  Scummy and Gordon the gorgeous.

A little boy vs. girl mishap.  Scout was jumping in the jacuzzi, and got Berkley mid sentence.   The poor little thing bit her lip.  The cute part was when Scout gave her a hug and a kiss and told B he was sorry, she said, (in her little angel voice) “that’s alright.”

When putting Scout’s underwear on today, I accidentally put them on backwards.  I said, “Oh no….I put them on backwards.”  Then Scout said, “Oh bummer.  You are so silly.  Put them on frontwards.”  Cute.

Every once in a while, for a variety of reasons (being really good, wanting a break, playing a game, etc.), I throw a pack of smarties on the floor and call out “egg hunt”.  Scout just runs around as fast as he can, and stuffs them in his mouth as quickly as possible.  This particular time, Scout wasn’t around and Icka went to town.