Time for Potty Humor

Well, I'm kind of surprised it's taken this long, but John has finally started to enjoy potty humor. As much as we, as immature parents, enjoy a little potty humor, we have to try to keep John's to a minimum so he won't pull it out at school or church. Mostly it's just saying poop a lot in a voice that he thinks is funny.
Other things John thinks are funny... using only the consonant "t" as best he can (example: "tree tittle tonteys titting in a tree" - three little monkeys sitting in a tree - this is actually a song he's learned at school, but because he won't say the words normally, we can't seem to pick up all the words to the song). He still like saying "Hey Pete", Hank, Rooty tooty fresh and fruity...you name it. Thanks Aunt Michelle and Uncle Greg! It's funny for us for a minute or two...funny for John ALL DAY LONG!
John has recently discovered tattling. Boo. An unfortunate coordinator...Eve has started doing the same thing over and over in disobedience. SO, she spits (raspberries) at the table. John laughs, and she continues. He tells her not to, she continues. He tattles, she continues (this last one times 100).
Eve has started her own little things, too. Not that she's just started these, but I don't think I've recorded them. She's smart enough to run away and try to hide things behind her back either when she's not supposed to have it or when she doesn't want to share...or when she's taken it from John. She's started to throw rather impressive tantrums. Johns have always been rather boring (crying or screaming, maybe throwing himself on the floor, maybe getting a few good swings or kicks in). Eve bangs her head, shakes it back and forth rather forcefully, kicks her feet, bucks her head (and sometimes her whole body) back, and almost always squeals rather loudly...all in protest. Fortunately it seems like she gets over it a little faster than John.
So, it seems like I have a pair of terrible children, but let me tell you the sweet stuff.
We bought John a new pair of shoes. The old ones were on the counter and he asked if we could give them to somebody. I said sure. He then asked if we could give them to Scotty because he doesn't have any. I had to explain to John that it was very kind for him to want to give them to Scotty, but Scotty has shoes...he just chooses not to wear them. I told Kathy (Scotty's mom), and she got a good laugh out of it.
John has started rubbing my belly a lot, and I love it. It's so sweet. I think he's really excited about a new baby. I don't think Eve has a clue, but ironically, now, when she point to her belly (of which she is still so proud), it sounds more like baby. So cute.
I've popped out a lot faster this go-round than either of the previous two, and at 14 weeks, I'm pretty sure I've actually felt the baby move a bit. Looking down, though, I swear there really are two in there! What a sweet and fun time.
I have a few pictures to post, and one story that, well, the picture is a little inappropriate for the blog. Too bad I don't have software to censor it. Last week John has a rather rough morning, didn't want to get dressed, was pitching a fit, and we finally had to cancel his haircut because I knew I wouldn't be able to get him to calm down and sit still. Anyway, I didn't realize how much of a problem the clothes were until I went upstairs and found him stark naked...TWICE! The second time he called me upstairs to go camping. He was wearing nothing but his green rain boots. I couldn't help but take a picture of his cute little buns with those green rain boots, but I also had to explain the dangers of camping naked. Fortunately I talked him into wearing underwear.

A few weeks ago we tailgated before the FSU game, then came home to watch it (night game). We bought a soccer and football for the kids downtown and introduced them to Peppino's. They had a blast! (and looked darn cute if I do say so myself)

This picture cracks me up every time I see it. Eve's best Popeye impression. Not bad!

John was clearly thrilled to be in front of Howard's Rock. He enjoyed seeing the stadium, but is still not a fan of pictures. They were so cute before we left. He and Eve were passing (or handing off) the football, then running around (down the hill), then yelling C L E M S O N! Eve grunted for each level, put her hand up in the air like she was cheering, and did squats to the beat. HILARIOUS!


I just think this one is sweet.