First he pulls Nathan’s pants up all high, like an old man.

Then later I turn around and see this, mini Al Bundy:

Bwa ha ha!

The bear feet on this is great. Do you think Nathan, my giant baby, is too big for a brown bear cocoon?

Isabelle has been talking about Santa a lot this year. So, we asked her if she would like to meet him. She said, yep, so we brought her to meet Santa for the first time. FIRST TIME!! It was Nathan’s first time too. Well, obviously. Der!

Isabelle was only scared for a little bit. When we walked up she hid behind me for about three seconds. Then she was over it and talking to Santa and telling him what she would like for Christmas AND calling him her friend.

And I didn’t freak out about germs…too much. Who asked me if I put toilet seat paper on Santa’s lap? My sister? Yeah I think it was my sister. And, no, I didn’t. And, no, I didn’t spray Santa down with antibacterial stuff either. I just sat my children on his lap and happily let them get their pictures taken.

Though, to be truthful, when we got to the doors at the mall, I did make Isabelle use her elbow to push the open door button. Then I did freak out when she tried to grab the door handle when it wasn’t opening fast enough. I SWEAR I’m not usually such a germaphobe. But mix H1N1 fears with a new baby and my paranoia gets pushed into crazy.

Well anyhoo, back to Santa. Isabelle was super excited to meet him. She even wanted to get dressed all purty for him. So, we figured we’d get Nathan all dressed up too. And since Nathan just turned 3 months I said we should all get dressed up to get our monthly family picture taken. Only Alan sort of balked to that. But I guess that’s a good thing, otherwise, I would have happily went all dorky and gotten us some matching red things to wear.

Or even more geeky, I would have made us wear pajamas. That’s supposed to be the Polar Express we’re riding there and it only makes sense to be in pajamas.

Maybe next year. Ha ha ha!!

Dunk, dunk, dunk. Da…dunk, dunk, dunk. Making fiends, making fiends, Vendetta’s always making fiends. Making fiends while Charlotte makes friends.

We’re loving Making Fiends lately. My sister showed it to me a while ago but showed it to me again recently. We’ve been sitting here in our pajamas watching the webisodes. I cannot get the song out of my head.

This weekend we went to Children’s Fairyland with my sister, Helen, her husband, Marwan, and their kids, Ebow and Zinnia. I cannot remember the last time I’ve gone there. And Isabelle has never been there.

They have the cutest tiny carousel with tiny little horses for the kids. And a puppet show, you don’t see that often.

At the cool little pirate ship, Isabelle climbed as high as she’d dare to go. Which meant Alan had to help her down.

After Alan got Isabelle down she ran around and played on the pirate ship some more. That’s when I overhead a rude comment from some woman/cow. She was standing on the plank blocking everyone, stupid cow, and said something like, “climb faster, everyone’s waiting.” I’m sure she wasn’t talking about Isabelle but some other child. But yeah, not dwelling on that cow/insert other insulting name here.

It was nice watching the kids run around and play. Blah, blah, blah. All I’ll remember is the POOP! Stop reading here if you are averse to poopy talk.

Poop you say? Yes. POOP. The poop incident happened after lunch. I was all alone with Nathan. Helen had gone back to the car to grab a coat. Marwan was in the car with Zinnia and Alan was off playing with Isabelle and Ebow. I was sitting on a bench nursing Nathan and people watching when he started to go poo. I looked in his diaper and saw the poo was close to the top so I called Alan knowing I’d need an extra hand with the stroller.

And then Nathan just continued to poo. A little started to come out of the top of his pants. I grabbed a baby wipe and tried to stop it. But he just kept going. It was like a little volcano was erupting on my lap. It just flowed up and out over his diaper. Then it went down my leg and into the cuff of my pants. Then onto my shoe. Then in my shoe. Making splish splosh a little puddle by my feet.

Oh and did I mention we were sitting by the food area. There were poor people who were eating lunch and might have seen the little explosion happening twenty five feet away. I know the people on the next bench saw it. A kindly gentleman ran for some paper towels for me. But it was too late. The poop. It was everywhere.

You should have seen the look on my sister’s face when she came back and saw my pants. It was like, “the horror!! The horror!” Luckily for me my sister had pants on under her skirt so she let me where her skirt.

Now Alan says I’ve been traumatized by the event. I keep smelling poo even when there isn’t any. Ok, so that’s not really all I’ll remember about Fairyland. But the poop. It does stand out.

Rest of the pictures from Fairyland