Earlier this year, like in August, I had left for school, and Ange was getting ready to go. She took a shower, and set Lincoln up with something to do. Lincoln has the attention span of the average Obamanicac (cheap shots are always welcome), so of course he looked for something else to do.
He has got some cooking skillz, and yes I did spell it with a 'z'. So he opened up some Children's Tylenol, found some Kool-Aid in the pantry, and mixed it all together into one gooey mess on the floor. By the time Ange got out of the shower, our boy had licked a good portion of Kool-Aid mixed Tylenol off the floor.
She had to call poison control, which explains the lack of her taking a picture. He is still alive, so unless ODing on Tylenol kicks in 3 months later, I think we're fine.
But there was something strange about the whole incident. We were pretty sure we had put the lid back on the Tylenol. I mean, it's not like we have open bottles of Tylenol floating around the house all the time.
Then yesterday, Ange witnessed Lincoln opening a baby proof bottle of Tylenol. The boy is 3 years old, and he has already outsmarted the baby proof cap. What's next? Is he going to figure out how to undo the child safety lock on our car doors? Maybe he'll be able to get past the little plug stoppers that keep him from electrocuting himself. Perhaps he'll learn how to undo his seat belt. Needless to say, this is a bad turn of events. With how tall he is, and how smart he is, we've lost all our bar space. I suppose we're going to have to put medicine in the medicine cabinet from now on.
In other crappy news, BYU lost to Utah 48-24. I can't believe how good Brian Johnson played and how bad Max Hall played. I think the turning point of the game would be BYU's inability to recover Utah's and their own fumble. If they get both those, I'm convinced the running game would have been a bigger factor, and may have changed the complexion of the game. After all, BYU got 200+ yards on the ground.
Oh well, there's always basketball season and next year.
The end
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
An artist and his medium
Warning: This is a picture post. If you don't like to look at pictures of my cute kids, then do not proceed. You know who you are.
So, Lincoln found some of those paints that come in huge bottles, and used our kitchen as his canvas. It took hours to clean up, but at least Ange had the presence of mind to snap a few photos. (Note to the kids, 'snap' used to be what it sounded like to take pictures. Now with digital cameras, it's more of a beep.) He is a pretty good boy, you can see where he tried to clean up the purple paint on the ground.
This is Lincoln at Cornbelly's, one of the few places where he can jump without his parents thinking he's a weirdo.
Just wanted to prove to everybody that Ella's a little princess.
Leaves are fun to play in for little boys. Leaves are not fun to rake up. Fortunately, we have a huge tree in our front yard. Unfortunately, we have a huge tree in our front yard.
Little girls like leaves too, but usually their brothers get all the attention.
I'm pretty sure Lincoln isn't a monkey looking for food in that last picture, but I do wonder about that boy sometimes.
So, Lincoln found some of those paints that come in huge bottles, and used our kitchen as his canvas. It took hours to clean up, but at least Ange had the presence of mind to snap a few photos. (Note to the kids, 'snap' used to be what it sounded like to take pictures. Now with digital cameras, it's more of a beep.) He is a pretty good boy, you can see where he tried to clean up the purple paint on the ground.
This is Lincoln at Cornbelly's, one of the few places where he can jump without his parents thinking he's a weirdo.
Just wanted to prove to everybody that Ella's a little princess.
Leaves are fun to play in for little boys. Leaves are not fun to rake up. Fortunately, we have a huge tree in our front yard. Unfortunately, we have a huge tree in our front yard.
Little girls like leaves too, but usually their brothers get all the attention.
Sometimes, leaves need to be cleaned out of little girls' hair.
I'm pretty sure Lincoln isn't a monkey looking for food in that last picture, but I do wonder about that boy sometimes.
Kermit
Sunday, November 09, 2008
I should probably stop neglecting this blog
As mentioned in the Parry Post, I will be conducting a poll. Hopefully it will be up and running just to the right. You should exercise your right to vote, unless, of course, you don't know what you're talking about and then you'd just ruin it for everybody. Yes we can.
Also, we were lucky enough to get to spend 3 grand to keep our house from flooding. The good news is that our basement doesn't flood with every rain storm. Now we can focus on finishing the basement. Yes we can.
In conclusion, I think fry sauce is the grossest thing to have to clean up. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that most mayo based products are nasty after they sit there for 5 days. Milk isn't as bad, the smell can be bad, but at least it comes out as a solid block. I should post a list of worst foods to have to clean up. Yes we can.
Ella might have pink eye, so those reading this post should go and wash your hands, and not pick at your eye. Yes we can.
The Bubs
Also, we were lucky enough to get to spend 3 grand to keep our house from flooding. The good news is that our basement doesn't flood with every rain storm. Now we can focus on finishing the basement. Yes we can.
In conclusion, I think fry sauce is the grossest thing to have to clean up. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that most mayo based products are nasty after they sit there for 5 days. Milk isn't as bad, the smell can be bad, but at least it comes out as a solid block. I should post a list of worst foods to have to clean up. Yes we can.
Ella might have pink eye, so those reading this post should go and wash your hands, and not pick at your eye. Yes we can.
The Bubs
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