Not for the faint of heart...

Wow. Seriously, if you are faint of heart, easily grossed out, easily appalled, or otherwise not accustomed to hearing/reading about the things that small children are capable of saying/doing, then DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS POST.

Milo in a completely staged monkey bars photo--staged by him. He had a whole plan that he laid out for capturing the moment.

Having forewarned you, let me start with Milo. Both of my kids have been on a roll this week with the "saying funny and semi-embarassing things" business. Milo first:

Overheard while Milo is urinating: "I have a penis. I have a penis and it pokes out! I have a penis." Yup, he was making up a little song--a jingle if you will--about his penis. We try to always use the correct terminology for body parts and, sometimes, it results in a semi-embarassing little gem like that.

Question from Milo while I was helping him put on his shoes, "Mom why no one likes a frowny face?" He'd heard the Primary song about smiley/frowny faces in the car and, apparently, had thought about it for a good 4 hours. :)

Sassafras herself at her last tap class of this session. Where does she learn that pose?? Also, please note that her headband is bordering on "Rambo Style".

The next one I'm categorizing as Isabel although, technically, I don't know that it was her. But, let's be honest, it totally was her.

A few days after our trip to Utah, I was cleaning the house and the bathroom was on my list. I reached for the toilet brush--which we keep in it's handy little stand next to the plunger just to the side of the toilet--and was mystified when I saw the, um, substance on the brush. My first thought was, "Weird. Who was playing with this in the mud." My next thought was "OH BARF. OH I AM GOING TO PUKE. WHO IN THE WORLD??!!!" Yup. You got it. You know what was dried and crusty on the brush. Apparently, someone (Isabel) in my family (Isabel) decided to be "helpful" (Isabel) by trying to plunge the toilet (Isabel) or otherwise...um...agitate it's contents (Isabel). After I wretched all the way to the outside trash and threw the offending item away, I confronted the potential culprits. Of course, there was complete "confusion" and denial. Isabel sealed her guilt by then telling me, "Um, Mom? You might want to ask Dad about that because I'm pretty sure he knows something about this one." (All the while refusing to look at me and giving the shifty-side-looking-eyes that she previously employed in the Nutcracker photo).

As if that wasn't enough...my sister had her ADORABLE baby on Thursday via c-section. As we were driving home that evening, I was fielding no less than 2354 questions about why they didn't get to see her come out, what she looked like when she came, what an "operating room" is and why Aunty Stacy's tummy hurts. After a (finally!) break in the questions, Isabel piped up with "Well, guys why didn't Baby Mya just come out of her vagina anyways?!" Priceless. I have no idea where she heard that babies come out of vaginas. Believe it or not, it wasn't from us. Thanks to our good friend Anna and the book The Birds, the Bees and the Berenstain Bears, they had previously been tossing around the expression "birth canal". I guess that's a thing of the past. Awkward playground moments here we come! **It should be noted that I am a nurse and Spencer is a therapist. We are, therefore, obligated to use correct terminology such as "penis" and "vagina" that might embarass lay folk--such as my mother. Sorry mom! :)

I love, love, love this picture. :)

On a less disturbing note :), the kids had tons of fun spending the day with Sagie and Porter (while Spencer and I were in Denver), my niece is seriously adorable (and chubby!), and we got the greatest family pictures taken. They turned out so great! Oh, and the March of Dimes March for Babies is on Saturday--we're so excited. The walk is for sure a highlight of the year for us. :)