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American Idol

One night when Rick was at work or out of town, we entertained ourselves by putting on our own American Idol tryouts.  I think this was Makayla's idea.  The kids dressed up and performed or impersonated the judges, Jennifer Lopez and Randy, by saying, "I'm sorry, Baby, not this time." or "That was great, Dawg!"

My favorite contestant was a little boy with a dimple and an afro hairdo . . .
"Seanny" was the best singer and had the grooviest dance moves.  The other contestants paled in comparison.

Though Sean is cuter than a button, he is certainly a lot of trouble lately.  His fascination with the bathrooms has grown exponentially over the past few weeks.  His favorite toy is the toilet.  In order to avoid some unsanitary situations, we have two bathroom rules: "Always flush!" AND "Close the door."  Unfortunately, the kids are forgetful and I am often in the bathroom cleaning up a mess.

I feel like I always have to know exactly where Sean is and exactly what he's doing.  One Sunday evening, I was playing cards with the kids and lost track of him.  Since all of the bathroom doors were closed (Phew!), I found Sean playing with another favorite . . .

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"Mmmmm!  There's nothing like a little moist plant soil before bed!!"

What will I do with that little guy?  With the weather warming up, the kids are spending more time outside.  Sean would love to join them, but some days the air is still too chilly to send him out.  When the kids are outside, he is often watching them from the window.
We had a nice warm day at the end of Febraury (50 degrees!), and I let Makayla take Sean outside and pull him around in the little red wagon.  He had a blast and cried when it was time to go in.
This week the kids are out of school for spring break and we are expected temperatures into the 60's.  They have spent a lot of time outside rediscovering their bikes and scooters, playing basketball, and swinging on the swings.  The warm weather makes us all anxious for spring.
Oh, here's another funny thing I'll tack onto the end here.  One evening, Ricky and Andrew were playing with Sean upstairs in their room.  They were in the process of building "an invention" on their bunk bed and Sean kept getting in the way.  As a punishment (don't ask me why this is a punishment), Ricky put a bear in the back of Seans jeans and sent him downstairs.  Sean had no idea he had a little bear for a tail and it was so funny to watch him crawling around with the bear looking the opposite direction.  The following picture shows the bear, but the video is a better representation.  It might be one of those, "you had to be there" experiences, but I still think it's funny. 


Comments

Chelsey said…
You guys always look like you have so much fun. For the first time the other day Jake unravelled all the toilet paper and I thought of you:)
David said…
My Jack and your Sean would have a great time together. Too bad we live 1000 miles apart!

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