No smoking buttholes...and she means it!

Another weekend has passed and here we sit at Monday again.  We had a pretty relaxing weekend, not straying too far from home.  Mae stayed at a friend's house on Saturday night and I just couldn't help snapping a photo of her packing for the event.  Keep in mind, this was for ONE night.  You should see how she packs when she's going somewhere for an entire week!

And believe it or not, she did get that suitcase zipped and was even able to stuff five more stuffed animals into the front pockets.  At the very least, my girl is always comfy no matter where she goes.

And since I shared a photo of Mae, here is one of Kyler, ready for his very first baseball practice of the season (also Saturday):



That's about as excited as Kyler ever looks about anything. 

On Sunday, Mae went roller skating with her friend so Kenny and I took the opportunity to sneak out of the house to give Kyler some attention.  He wanted to see 'The Croods' so we headed to the movie theater.  It was pretty good.  Kyler and I immediately decided that The Crood family was very much like The Bigley family.  And as we were laughing about it, I looked over to Kenny, who was sitting in the corner playing poker on the phone.  One look told him that he was doing something inappropriate, so he quickly powered down the phone and paid attention to the movie.

As the day ended (and weekend for that matter), I announced that I was going to my room to read.  Of course, this prompted both kids to grab an armful of books, their favorite blankies and thirty-five pillows each and nearly plow me down as they raced to my bedroom.  They both looked pretty comfy, sprawled across the bed and deciding which book to read first.  I found a small sliver of bed to climb onto and opened my own book up.  Within five minutes, as happens nearly every single night, Mae was fast asleep.  After so long of reading, Kyler looked quite alarmed and said, "Mom!  It's 9:06!!  Why didn't you tell me?!"  Kyler is very punctual when it comes to bedtime.  I told him I hadn't noticed the time and he quickly forehead-kissed me and said, "Well, I've GOT to get to bed!"  And off he went.

And now for the blog-post-finale.  Mae made this sign for Kenny and taped it to the back doors:

Of course, this prompted a short conversation about when it's appropriate to use a comma.  See, the kids' pet name for Kenny is 'Butthole.'  I'm not even sure when this began, but I think it was shortly after we told them that Kenny is not 'Mom' and I am not 'Dad'.  (They had us confused for the first couple years of their lives).  Anyway, when Mae realized her mistake, she laughed hysterically and then decided that she liked the sign better this way.  She happily announced that she would not be making any changes to it.  I'm proud to say that since this sign has been posted, not a single butthole has been smoked in, near or around our house.  We also now take great joy in telling visitors that we do not smoke buttholes at our house and if they feel it so necessary to do so, we will have to ask them to leave.