the shoe fettish

So yesterday, as we were calming down for the evening, my son got into my closet. One of his first words were flip-flops. It was pretty cute. Apparently my son is going to have a very LARGE shoe collection. (I hope he realizes that his mother has the WORST time picking out shoes. I am not good at deciding what shoes go with what outfit.) Anytime he sees shoes around the house he stops what he is doing and puts them on. Mine, Brooklyns, or even his, he will put them on and walk around saying "lip-lops". When he was putting Brooklyns "lip-lops" on, and they were on the wrong foot, he realized that they weren't fitting the way they should and put them on the correct feet. I was so proud! Even when he is in the midst of throwing a HUGE fit, if he kicks his shoes off, he will stop screaming and say "shoe". That's kinda cute, if I can get past the fit. When I had the camera and was snapping pictures, after I would take the first one, he would stop and say "cheese". The kid is just too cute for his own good!

Last day of preschool

So, today was the last day of preschool for Brooklyn. I can't believe it has been 9 months already. To think, I could have had another baby in that time. Do not panic, it will not be happening again. However, I am impressed at the improvements that she has made. She knows a lot of her alphabet and can trace dotted lines pretty good...compared to the first homework assignment she brought home, it is QUITE an improvement! And, she has grown up a TON! Her teacher is Miss Callee..I have been very impressed with her. I would be very impressed by anyone who has the patience to have 9 3 year olds at one time and actually teach them something. Her programs were cute and Brooklyn seemed to like her. It kinda freaks me out a little to think that this time NEXT year I will be registering her for kindergarten. NOOOOOOO!

Memorial Day...or just the bike trailer.

So, our memorial day was non-eventful. We did some random things around the house...worked on the basement bathroom, and had a bbq with the family. On the plus side...we did manage to throw the kids in the new bike trailer and give them a little ride. Yes, they are naked. We were coming back from a bbq at mom's house and the kids got chocolate ice cream bars and were banished outside to eat them. Now you understand the need for nakedness. But hey, check out the new bike! The kids have been enjoying it...however, my butt has not!

Code Yellow! We have a Code Yellow!

So, do you see this cute little guy? He's adorable right? RIGHT! He's also a little stinker. He has the boy complex that is one of 'don't tell me what to do, as in, don't hold me if I want to get down'. He's cute, and I love him.

So, yesterday, we went to Target on our search for bike trailers. I had already bought one at Toys R Us, but wanted to check Target because they had one on sale. I didn't grab a cart, because I was just going to go and look at the model, type, etc. I called for a service rep because they were all out. Brison was doing good up until that point, then he started to struggle to get

down. So, I put him down and he was just running around the bikes. It was cute. He would leave for a second and then come right back. He decided to get brave and go a little bit further away. The service rep came to me to give me a rain check and that's when it happened.

He was gone!

I started looking down the aisles, and calling his name, loudly. Nothing.

I went to a different department, calling his name, louder. Nothing.

The service rep was helping me look for him also.

A lady in the store said, "I just saw a kid right here a minute ago."

Panic is starting to set in, and I am pushing it away.

Still looking, and yelling, and possibly sweating. Nothing.

I tell another service rep that I can't find my son.

What is he wearing? Crap! What did I dress him in this morning? Would somebody here in Target really kidnap a toddler? Is he gone? Where is he? Why?

They call the Code Yellow over the walkie-talkies.

They give the description.

1 minute later, the service rep that was helping me earlier came, lugging my cute little toddler in her arms...while he is not happy with being held.

I said to him, "Gus, where did you go?" To which he replies...

"I fast!"

LOVELY!