Today Aidan went to church camp with his grandparents. There are a bunch of churches from around the state that meet up at a campground for a week. I was taking him to grandma's this morning, and I asked him, "Buddy, are you excited to go to camp ( Read more... )

The other day I told Aidan a joke off of a popsicle stick ( Read more... )

Well, quite some time ago my parents promised Aidan a roundhose for his wooden train if he learned how to poop on the potty. Last night my dad asked him if he had been using the toilet. In all honesty he answered that sometimes he had, but not all the time. My dad reminded him that Santa needed to know that he was going poop on the potty so he ( Read more... )

The other day, I shared the type of conversation that everyone should be allowed to experience.

Me: You can't go outside naked.
Aidan: Why not?
Me: Someone might see you.
Aidan: Like who?
Me: The man in the moon.
Aidan: Who's the man in the moon?
Me: The man who lives in the moon.
Aidan: Oh..... but.... where does he park his rocketship?
Me: ( Read more... )

Last night we had a bonfire at my parents' house. I got the fire lit at about 10 pm, and as everyone headed out to the back yard, Aidan looked around and said....

"Boy, it's a dark day out!"

The Aidan quote of the week:

"I need to grow some hair on my pects..."

Aidan was throwing a temper tantrum at the mall because I wouldn't buy him candy from the gumball machines. I was carrying him, and he wanted desperately to be put down. Knowing full well that he'd dart for the candy machine the second I let him loose, I held him, despite all the fighting ( Read more... )

Friday I had Aidan down at the beach. I couldn't get him to go in the water. He wanted to lay on the sand like all the hip, young kids were doing. So, he was all sprawled out on a sand dune next to the parking lot, and I went to get him. Right as I got there, a girl who was a bit too large to be wearing a bikini got out of her car and walked ( Read more... )

When you're eating at McDonalds, and you tell your two-year-old, "Eat your french fries", is there ANY response more embarassing than "NO! I'm starting to POOP!"?

At least we were eating in the playroom...

This is a dinner prayer that, honestly, only MY son could come up with.

"Dear Jesus, thank you for my butter and for my ham, but not for my corn...."