My five year old poos in odd places

Like the corner of the back porch. Seriously. I missed a very important step in the how-to-potty-train process I think.

I was at Target yesterday and I saw a shirt that was Genevieve's. I mean, I don't think the people who designed it know Genevieve, but if they had been told to design a shirt for Genevieve, they would have made this one. It has a stick man on it and says "I do all my own stunts". Jeremy thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. I think it's incredibly appropriate, and in the less than 24 hours since I bought the shirt "Genevieve did another stunt" has been added to the household vocabulary.

Say cheese...

These are just three of the 34 pictures I found on my camera that I did not take. All taken from a low eye level. Still, they show an increasing level of interest in capturing a subject (the colored pencils for example), though there's still plenty of random blurry shots of the room with no particular item in focus. Imogen is particularly proud of these and continues to try to get me to commit to an age when they can have cameras of their own. "How about when I'm six? Seven? Can I have one when I'm seven?"

Lame...

Sometimes my conversations with my kids sound like those really lame jokes you get off the backs of instant oatmeal packages. The ones that make you wince instead of laugh. Take this one for instance...

Imogen: "Why are you painting your toenails again?"
Me: "They need another coat." (of nailpolish)
Imogen: "Oh, to keep them warm?"
Me: "No-"
Imogen: "Oh, I know, because they are going outside."
Me: "No, it's just to make the color show up better."
*long pause*
Imogen: "When I'm a mommy do you think my toenails will need another coat?"
Me: "Sure."
Imogen: "Yeah, to make them warm and cozy."

Happy meal induced frenzy

Today when Jeremy picked up me and Imogen from school and Genevieve from day care he said he was hungry and wanted to drive through. I told the girls we would get them happy meals. The girls were very excited of course. Nothing beats a happy meal. Steak dinner? No thanks, pass the chicken nuggets made out of the tail. Sushi? Not if it doesn't come with a cheap toy depicting characters in the latest Disney flick?

Or as Imogen put it "Happy meal!! Happy meal!! Happy meal!! I'm spazzing out!!"