I’m going to switch over to my other blog template in the next day or two, mainly because it has fall-ish colors and I need something, ANYTHING to remind me that fall is just around the corner.
Because I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but it’s been a little hot.
However, the heat has been somewhat educational because it has enabled me to reach the admittedly un-scientific conclusion that when the temperature is hovering somewhere above 100 degrees, there is no hotter place in the universe than the parking lot of a Walmart Supercenter.
I would conduct an experiment, but there would be no way to do that without sweating. Which is something I do my very best to avoid.
Anyway.
Today when we climbed in the car after church, it became very clear very quickly that Alex was in rare form. He started telling D. and me all about JONAH! and NINEVEH! and THE WHALE! that SPIT OUT! JONAH! ON THE SAND!
The story is not at all new to him, but today, for whatever reason, it really captured his attention. And after about five minutes of listening to NON-STOP! ENTHUSIASTIC! TALKING! ABOUT! WHAT! THE LORD! DID!, I couldn’t help but wonder if the four year-old Sunday School teachers had put a little Holy Ghost power in the Goldfish crackers they served at snack time.
However, I think the little man’s interest in spiritual matters returned to normal preschool levels by late this afternoon, and I say that because about an hour ago I heard Alex yell, “DADDY! DID YOU SMELL IT? DID YOU SMELL IT, DADDY? I’M A POOTER MACHINE!”
Then they both laughed until they wheezed.
As you can tell, there is a spirit of quiet dignity around our house.
And it is truly our family’s sweet privilege to establish traditions of refined elegance that will no doubt be passed down for many generations to come.
LOL!
There is truly nothing like family traditions of refined elegance to bring unity and closeness in a family. :-)
The operative phrase here is “passed down” I do believe.
This is what happens when the boys outnumber the girls. However, our house is a little rooty tooty as well. Not me, of course, it’s those other heathens I live with. :)
That Alex is a poot…I mean hoot!
First comment! (I’m such a showoff!) (If I’m not, notice my shame.)
Sis, I know the HOT thing, AND the Wal-Mart thing! In Central Texas–yeah, that’s the word we use a LOT! My daughter-in-law was visiting us for the first time some years ago, and when we got out of the car at Wal-Mart, it was about 103 out, and I could see her visible WILT–the WAVES OF HEAT were coming off that blacktop! GAK!
Plus, I shot my first wedding this past weekend in SAN ANTONIO, where there had been 5 inches of rain two days before. Can you say, humidity 100%, as was the temp? The bride and groom took AGES to drive away, and I about fainted, literally. I had a meltdown afterwards when I was ready to leave and couldn’t find my husband or my cameras! I just sat and cried (in the air conditioning!) It took me an hour of riding in the car befoe I cooled off!
Your Central Texas fan club loves you, girl! I shared your sausage story at fellowship dinner today. (My vegetarian friend looked grieved.) Such expressions of love!
PS If you want to see how badly I botched your beautiful cake, go to my blog: http://circle-of-grace.blogspot.com. It WAS delicious, however. Depends Alert!
Ah, the joys of boys. My guys think its an added bonus if they are sitting on your lap or leaning against you when they toot.
Rootin’ tootin’ pootin’!!
I would know nothing of that, because I am raising three little princesses.
And everyone knows princesses don’t poot.
And neither does their Mother.
AHEM.
I live with a 12-year old whose hobby it is to see how LOUD he can toot 24-7 and I mean 24-7. The sad thing is, he does it even in his sleep, so the poor kid can’t help it sometimes.
Anyway, there is a whole lotta that thing going on here. (by him of course, not me – snicker snicker)
Oh Boomama! That is hilarious! I think it’s just inbreed in boys and men of all ages!!! They never outgrow it and laugh like school boys at any sound, smell or talk of such gas-y-ness!
I’m with you on the heat here in Alabama! We are in a serious DROUGHT! Wish we had some of Big Mama’s rain over here!
My little girl just giggles and tells me that her “body is making bubbles.”
You’re in the Steel City, right? At least some of y’all got rain this weekend. At least, it rained at my grandmother’s house while I was there.
Meanwhile, two hours south of y’all, it’s about 2 degrees hotter and I think we’ve forgotten what rain is. There sure ain’t enough water around here for Jonah’s big fish!
That Howard. He’s one CRAZY! KID!
I’m sure he and Baby Redneck will travel in the best circles. Recently, she announced in a very strained voice, “I…wike…to…fwuff (fluff ~ our word for toots)…dat’s why…I hab…a bootie!” as she did her darndest to manufacture a fluff for the enjoyment of all. Took a while, but she did it.
Makes a mama proud.
It sounds like your family is a lot of f-u-n!
At least he didn’t think the whale pooted Jonah out.
“And it is truly our family’s sweet privilege to establish traditions of refined elegance that will no doubt be passed down for many generations to come.”
Tee hee hee. Ooooh My Granny…Speaking of laughing until you wheeze!
Ah….I have a few of those ‘pooter machines’ at my house too. The sweet, sweet smell of testosterone.
yuck-o! lol!
#1 – Oh. my. goodness. A wal-mart parking lot is ABSOLUTELY the hottest place anywhere, ever.
#2 – Oh. my. goodness. I am so glad my husband is not the only one teaching his sons the ‘finer points’ of man-hood. At our house, the exchange goes like this:
“What’d my POOT say!?”
And then the other shows how well they can use their mouth to imitate the sound(s) their other end just made. Definitely some refined elegance going on here.
Ouida would be proud.
Then let those goldfish crackers multiply on the earth! :) Precious, precious boy! Mmm, be still my heart, there’s a girl out there somewhere also learning about Jonah and lady-like qualities like burping the ABC’s with her Mom :) It may even be our house….
Love ya,
Holly
I was in the nursery today and I’m telling ya those Gold Fish are child crack!! Cute little buggers turn into shoving and screaming machines once those things are out. It’s when they lick the crumbs off the floor that gets me – ick!
One husband+three boys= smelly green cloud that hangs in the air.
Ugh, I think Wal-Marts need parking garages, because I am just not in the shape it takes to walk to the door from my car.
i love his exuberance! he must be fun to live with. except in the morning.
i just linked to your post that made you itch. hope you don’t mind. some talk of my blog made me itch this weekend. :)
One of my sweet girls decided to skip the ‘pootin’ part of life and went straight for the belching. At 4, sounded like she was in a contest at a Frat party and before she turned 6, mastered the art of belching her ABC’s – the boys in her class love it: they think she’s cool.
At least the boys are bonding? :)
“A POOTER MACHINE”
That cracks me up! We’re still trying to teach Snuggle Bug the fine art of saying, “excuse me” when he burbs or “toots”. It’s not working so well yet. Usually all we get is a sheepish grin from him. :)
My son loves to “poot” in the tub – it’s like a jacuzzi (or as he calls it – a “japootie”) tub.
We have the same refined elegance at our house too. Except that my son is 15. But he and his dad laugh and smirk and have contests and I do love air freshener! :-)
i am so very relieved to know that this “tootin'” deal is not something that i need to hang my head in shame about.
whew.
i mean, honestly, though, please someone explain to me WHY they think it’s absolutely hysterical, even when i warn them that if they continue to TRY and toot, they might accidentally (and in my nanny’s words, ya’ll) mess their pants?
why?
Welcome to my world. Times 3 sons. Dang. Theres’ sometimes a whole lot of pooting goin on here!
My two boys (6 1/2 and 3) are little gas machines, too, but my 4-year-old daughter can out-toot AND out-burp them at any given time. What gets me is that they all feel the need to announce their gaseous eruptions EVERY SINGLE TIME, regardless where we’re at (home, Wal Mart, Red Lobster, the movies…). There’s nothing like a nice quiet meal in a restaurant, interrupted by a little girl yelling “I burped over here!”
They get it from their father. AHEM.
teehee! Yep, I know a little bout that! My son is only 18 months old, but he’s his daddy’s son. Sooooo, I think I’m in for it.
TOTALLY.IN.FOR.IT!
When my first child and now 11 year old boy was only 18 months or so and had his first “poot”. (At least the first one he noticed) He put his hand over his mouth and looked at me. I didn’t know what was wrong since I didn’t hear it, but he said to me, “My hiney burped!” To this day poots are known as “hiney burps” in our house!
His future wife will thank you.
My five year old is delighted by all his toots. He asked me not long ago why girls don’t toot. I told they did. He said they didn’t because he’d never heard me toot, thus no girls did.
I didn’t disagree with him then. (-:
I think it’s something like 43 days until the official start of fall. It can’t get here soon enough for me.
Keetha
So funny! Love your blog!
as a sunday school teacher I love your story! I pray that the kids are as in to the stories as your son was! I needed that! Going to have to use the goldfish reference. We had a similar moment yesterday. The 6 year old sweetie in the back seat telling us that Jesus doesn’t want us to do chores (funny that that was what she pulled out of the Mary and Martha lesson she had that morning) oh my. did we have a lively discussion there!
If only Jonah could have had Howard’s enthusiasm. It would have saved him a lot of heartache. And money on his dry cleaning.
LOL! Life with “Howard” must be so much fun! Never a dull moment huh?
Let this “Johnny Come Lately” (or in my case “Jenny Come Lately”) chime in that you are my new BFF–which is okay because one of my previous BFFs introduced me to the site. She’ll understand being replaced.
I just mentioned to my hubby last week that if it’s 105 in SC and the humidity is 100%, it’s atleast 115 at the Walmart. By the way, how can it be 100% humidity and not raining?
I have never ever used this acronym but today, yes YOU have inspired me to wallow in the world of blog-ese.
ROTFL!!!!
That is so funny that he learned about Jonah b/c I am a Sunday School teacher and yesterday’s lesson was just that.
No Alex in my class though…
I absolutely agree too about the Super W parking lot. What is up with that?
Looove your blog by the way!
I am SO with you on the longing for fall. I want to get out my autumn decor for my house already. I attempted to make our first fallish meal of the summer :), but it, uh, crashed.
I happen to have a 17 month old pooter machine on my lap as I read this post. He doesn’t know enough quite yet to find hilarity in the matter, I’m afraid.
Yeah, our family is quiet and refined like that too. Must be a deep South thing.
LOL funny! Boys! I think they are all alike–young and older!
Uh, yeah … I know another pooter machine, but his sweet two-year-old-name shall remain nameless, lest his momma get a bad rap, or anything like that. But his poppa is so, very proud, I may add…
And, it’s been downright frigid here on the east coast … 60’s … just in case you wanna come over for a visit. Rainy, but frigid.
I linked to this post. It had my family cracking up!