(A More Real) Love Story

We found this on Mark and Nat's blog and we were cracking up. Enjoy!

I love...

This little boy!

The other day...

I found this pic of Koy and Grandpa last summer. It's kinda sweet...

It's another post about...

Poop. Sorry folks.

However, this is a good story.

(You didn't think there could be a good story about poop, huh?)

Koy is almost 20 months old.

This morning he was being a fighter when I tried to change his diaper sooo...

I let him run around naked. Yep. N-a-k-e-d!

But just for a minute or two...

Then he went into the bathroom and stood by the toilet and said, "poo."

Wierd.

So I put him on the toilet and he tooted...

Then I tried again to put his diaper on and he wouldn't so I let him run around a little more...

and he went in by the toilet and said the magic word again and so I hung his little fanny over the toilet and PLOP!

He went #2 all on his own!

Justin said it was Heidi's b-day present... so

Happy Birthday Heidi!

(Also, I'm super proud of Koy!)

He probably won't be potty trained for a while and this may be a fluke thing, but hey, he did it!

(And sorry to say, but yes, this made his parents proud!)

Happy A-Day!

Happy Anniversary Justin!

Thanks for:

Making the last 4 years rock.

Laughing at me when I'm not even trying to be funny.

Supporting my addiction to ice cream.

Not breaking my arms... or legs... or back when you decide to wrestle me.

Watching chick-flicks with me... and for making fun of them.

Taking your boots off before you come in the house.

Running with me that one time and not having a heart attack after.

Trying to make me feel better when I have a bad day.

Being patient when I'm running late.

Being a great daddy... or in Koy's words, "Mommy."

... there are a million other things I'm thankful for but I won't get all sappy here.

I'm glad that you keep my life interesting and I love you to death!

Cheers to us!

Sooo...

I look around and all I see are all the fun blogs to read. Then I clicked on my drab ol' bloggy blog and wondered, "How could I spice this baby up?!"... so I sat and thought... and thought.. and ate a bowl of cereal and thought some more... and then I decided that, I'm a wee boring. So from now on I'm just going to blog whatever I feel like talking about and if you don't like it, that's ok because it's your own choice to click on this baby and you don't have to stop by and read about our lives if you don't want to.

What I'm thinking today is that I wish I had a really nice camera and a few photography classes under my belt. The reason is that I could have taken a neat picture of some poop... er... yeah, poop. It was gross. I didn't realize it had spewd out of Koys diaper... and all over his chair while he was eating lunch. He reached his curious little hand back to see what was going on and smeared the poop even more. To make matters worse, I was putting away groceries and didn't even notice. He just said, "All done!" and so I went over and scooped him up under his arm pits, and then pressed his little tooshy against me while I put my arm around his tummy so we could wash hands... then it hit me. There was an odd aroma in the air and I pulled him away from me and there was poop smeared all over my shirt. It was high and low and to make it worse, Koy then smeared it on my arm. Gag and then double gag... and gag once more just because it's nasty. Oh heavens. . .