Lauren Claire is really talking alot now. She walks around greeting everyone in sight, even George the cat. This video was taken at Grandma and Grandpa Anderson's just before we departed for West Des Moines.
Out of all the wonderful clips we took this weekend, I decided to post this one because I love the sweetness in her voice. It's so perfect and innocent. She just loves George, but I'm certain George is happy she is gone. If Lauren wasn't riding her new car from Uncle Daron and Aunt Ginger, she was chasing George around the house saying "Hi George" "Hi George."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
The video below is a clip of Brayton singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot on the way to Mallard for Christmas. He is really starting to sing alot, I think he's taking after his Grandma Cindy and Aunt Audra, they are great singers.
When he first started singing this song, he was saying "Swing low, sweet cherry yougurt."
I really love the little head nod he does to the beat of the song.
When he first started singing this song, he was saying "Swing low, sweet cherry yougurt."
I really love the little head nod he does to the beat of the song.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Daddy, What do you got in your eyes?
Today's drive home was pretty uneventful, until we got about 10 miles east of Perry when Brayton informed us he had to go to the bathroom, specifically he had to go #2.
A few weeks back, he said the same thing but that time it was #1. We told him to try to hold it until we got home, less than five minutes. Well, that didn't go so well as about a minute later he told us he peed his pants so he got to sit in a puddle for the next four minutes and daddy got to clean up the mess.
Well, tonight we didn't want to risk telling him to hold his #2 for the next twenty miles so we decided to stop in Granger to let him take care of business. It seemed like a good time to get Lauren on the potty too, so we all piled out of the van and into the womens restroom at Casey's along highway 141.
Colette put the potty seat on the toilet, I plopped Brayton up there to do his deed. He sat there for about 10 seconds and then immediately became distracted from the task at hand by the toilet paper dispenser. There was nothing unusual about it, matter of fact it was exactly like the ones in our house except it had a stainless steel flap, what I call "the toilet paper protecter."
I thought to myself "why would they need a toilet paper protector in a womens bathroom?" I thought only mens restrooms had these because some men cannot control the urge to pee on the toilet paper and ruin it for any subsequent men that come along. There must be something infinitely satisfying about peeing on toilet paper that I am not aware of...but I digress...
So, Brayton is flipping up the stainless steel toilet paper protector. I decided I needed to step in to help him concentrate on the reason we stopped and all piled into this womens restroom in the first place.
I squatted down in front of him, took both his hands in mine and told him he needed to work on going #2. I asked him to concentrate...After a few strong pushes and grunts he looked at me and said:
Brayton: Do I get to pick treat for going poopie?
(we had to walk through the candy isle to get to the restroom)
Dad: Yes, but you've got to go poopie first, before you get any treats.
Brayton: Daddy, what do you got in your eyes?
(As I'm squatting and he is leaning forward on his potty seat, my face is about six inches from his)
Dad: Daddy has his contacts in.
(thinking he could see the outline of my contacts in my eyes, not realizing he could see a reflection)
Brayton (now trying to poke my eye): Daddy, you got a picture of Brayton in your eyes, do you got a picture of Lauren in there?
Once again, I learned another important lesson from my son. Never underestimate the ability of a 3 year old to observe even the most minor details.
Children see and hear everything, if only adults were the same.
A few weeks back, he said the same thing but that time it was #1. We told him to try to hold it until we got home, less than five minutes. Well, that didn't go so well as about a minute later he told us he peed his pants so he got to sit in a puddle for the next four minutes and daddy got to clean up the mess.
Well, tonight we didn't want to risk telling him to hold his #2 for the next twenty miles so we decided to stop in Granger to let him take care of business. It seemed like a good time to get Lauren on the potty too, so we all piled out of the van and into the womens restroom at Casey's along highway 141.
Colette put the potty seat on the toilet, I plopped Brayton up there to do his deed. He sat there for about 10 seconds and then immediately became distracted from the task at hand by the toilet paper dispenser. There was nothing unusual about it, matter of fact it was exactly like the ones in our house except it had a stainless steel flap, what I call "the toilet paper protecter."
I thought to myself "why would they need a toilet paper protector in a womens bathroom?" I thought only mens restrooms had these because some men cannot control the urge to pee on the toilet paper and ruin it for any subsequent men that come along. There must be something infinitely satisfying about peeing on toilet paper that I am not aware of...but I digress...
So, Brayton is flipping up the stainless steel toilet paper protector. I decided I needed to step in to help him concentrate on the reason we stopped and all piled into this womens restroom in the first place.
I squatted down in front of him, took both his hands in mine and told him he needed to work on going #2. I asked him to concentrate...After a few strong pushes and grunts he looked at me and said:
Brayton: Do I get to pick treat for going poopie?
(we had to walk through the candy isle to get to the restroom)
Dad: Yes, but you've got to go poopie first, before you get any treats.
Brayton: Daddy, what do you got in your eyes?
(As I'm squatting and he is leaning forward on his potty seat, my face is about six inches from his)
Dad: Daddy has his contacts in.
(thinking he could see the outline of my contacts in my eyes, not realizing he could see a reflection)
Brayton (now trying to poke my eye): Daddy, you got a picture of Brayton in your eyes, do you got a picture of Lauren in there?
Once again, I learned another important lesson from my son. Never underestimate the ability of a 3 year old to observe even the most minor details.
Children see and hear everything, if only adults were the same.
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