No way to fix this...

This week was a seminary intensive week for me (I head to St Paul for a week of class time). When I get to the airport, I like to get through security as soon as possible and just chill out on the other side. I'm normally pretty prepared for the security checkpoint - all loose stuff is zipped in my jacket pocket, laptop is out, liquids are out. This week was no different - well, almost no different. In my effort to be speedy, I forgot to take out my liquids from my carry-on bag. This flags your bag for a personal hand search.

As the TSA agent, a guy in his 20s, went through my bag, he took out my toiletry bag and started going through it. I didn't realize toothpaste was considered a liquid. I also didn't realize I hadn't emptied the bag from the last time we traveled with our boys. As he emptied the bag, he pulled out a tube of Boudreaux's Butt Paste. A parent would know that it's a great product used for diaper rash. Judging by the way he looked at me, he wasn't a parent...

Aedan's Mad Naming Skills

Aedan has always been a kid with his own firmly held opinion. It applies to his naming skills as well. Both my boys have named their stuffed animals. Lately Aedan's naming conventions have taken a latin flair (lots of names). He just received 2 Webkinz for Easter (a puppy from Mom & Dad and a duck from his cousin). He named the puppy "Crawly Stick-Up Puppy Head." When he opened the duck, he immediately called it "Afquack" and later added "Afquack Quackity-Qwack Cracka Quackity Quack." I suggested the "Cracka" portion; I also suggested ending with Homeslice only for Aedan to adamantly say, "No, Daddy, Homeslice is not a name!" He ended up naming the duck "Afquack Google."

Why?

Every week, DaNae and I have moments where our boys do something that causes us to look at each other and just laugh. Like the time we were working with Aedan to potty-train him. DaNae had just given him the "where do your poopies go" pep talk. Five minutes later, she walks into the room Aedan is in - he looks up at her and says, "Do you smell sumfin?" Or tonight, when he came down after watching a superhero cartoon and informed us his super powers were "cat-girl-ninja-girl." Or the time Caleb was playing army and wanted to camouflage his face so he colored it with his markers (and mom thought it was ok because they were washable). For each one we can remember, I bet there are 100's we've forgotten. This is my effort to keep track of these times.