Funny Email that Made Me Laugn

A 3-year-old tells all from his mother’s restroom stall - By Shannon Popkin

My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we are in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned- 3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It’s always fully cranked. There have been several embarrassing times that I’ve wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco. Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you’d been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall: ”Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?” At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full … 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity. Cade continued: ”Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren’t you? Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty? Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh … Mommy! I’m trying to see In dere. Oh! I see dem.. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some candy!” I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, ”Why don’t you look in Mommy’s purse and see if you can find some candy. We’ll both have some!” ”No, I’m trying to see doze more stinkies…Oh! Mommy!” He started to gag at this point.. ”Uh – oh, Mommy. I fink I’m gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so gross!!” As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall.. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone. ”Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!” He grunted as he tried to pull me off Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door. ”Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under da door? What were you wooking at? Mommy? You wooking at the wady’s feet?” More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation. ”Mommy, it’s time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy.” He started pounding on the door. ”Mommy, don’t you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!” I saw that my wait ‘em out’ plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud.. My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, where’s the fine print on the ‘motherhood contract’ where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy? But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I’d sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow. (Shannon Popkin is a freelance writer and mother of three She lives with her family in Grand Rapids , Michigan , where she no longer uses public restrooms)

Cake

I am not talented when it comes to making cakes (or any other dessert), but Kyle asked me for a Sonic and Knuckles cake. Know them? They are from the sega games in the 90's. I found their pictures online:





I wasn't about to pay someone to make some fancy cake, so I got some fondant recipes and food coloring and gave it my best shot. Here is what we ended up with:



Even if it is totally uneven and lopsided, Kyle liked it! That is all that mattered. He already opened his presents last weekend at Grandma Bonnie's and my camera batteries were dead. So I don't have pictures of that, but I do have this one:



So the boy is officially 7!

Happy Birthday Kyle!

Seven! 7! Wow, Kyle is seven.








I love looking at these pictures! Kyle is such a good boy and a wonderful big brother. He is kind hearted, very intelligent and happy. I'm lucky to be his mamma. Happy Birthday little buddy!

Happy Memory

This is one of my happiest memories, when we bought our little house that we are in now.



That is 3 year old Kyle in the bottom corner. It has been almost 4 years; we have sure had a lot of happy times here.

Best Food Ever

This really truly does make me happy:



Now that I see this logo I'm going to have to go there soon.

Weekend Happiness

Beautiful weather was here this weekend. We took advantage of it and were outdoors a lot.



On Saturday Brian took the boys to the park to play with some of Kyle's new birthday presents. The best were the $2 airplanes. We got another set that was more expensive but was supposed to soar higher. It was broken. So the cheap toy won. I love that Brian plays with the boys.




On Sunday we were out once more, and I took Dallin on the swing for the first time. He did a little giggle each time we went forward.

Temple

I got to go to the temple today. My friend Mary and I went. Afterwards she said that we go to serve others but it ends up feeling like you get more out of it. She is right. It was great to go.

Blake had a great idea, ice cream even though there is still snow outside.



Granting him his wish earned me this comment:
"Oh, you the best mom ever."



I love Blake, the ninja.

Haircut

Dallin got another haircut tonight. I love that he has hair! I hope it stays soft and doesn't turn into wire like Kyle's and Blake's.





Each little person is definately born with their own opinions and personalities. As a baby, Kyle cried and hollered through haircuts. Blake just sat there, curious. And Dallin giggled through this one. Guess it kinda tickled.





Handsome as can be!

Here is my happy picture of the day. Why in the world would a pile of unfolded laundry make me happy? Because I got out the next size of clothes for Dallin and I was reminiscing. I remember Blake and Kyle wearing most of these. Oh, they used to fit them! Also it is nice to not have to buy everything all over again. Of course not all the clothes Blake and Kyle wore survived, but some things did. And I will have things that all three of my boys have worn. Yay!