Carson was helping me sort coupons the other night and I would give him a stack and he would sort them and then we would file them and give him another pack. I was filing some and he was sorting them by amounts. He would say this is $1 and this goes with $2 and came to one without the dollar amount. He asked me what that one said. I told him that was FREE. Without hesitating he starts singing "F-R-E-E that spells free credit report dot com baby." I busted up laughing. If anyone does not recognize it is on the free credit report commercial on TV. It was cute.
He then kept sorting and all the sudden he says and this goes in the Zantac pile. I saw this on TV. I know that is Zantac. He is getting too smart for his own britches. He keeps us going with all his songs and cute things he is learning in school.
Today he had a Teddy Bear Parade at school and parents were invited to attend. They were supposed to make a float out of whatever they wanted (a shoebox, a laundry basket, a stroller ect..) and take their favorite stuffed animal to go in their float and all the kindergartners parade around the front of the school pulling their floats. It was really cute. Some floats took time and others didn't. Chad wasn't too happy when I tied a bow on Carson's float. I told him, he blessed me with 4 boys and an occasional BLUE bow might show up every now and then. He just said ok fine (while shaking his head). The first picture is Carson's teacher with her own son dressed up as her bear. It was cute.
Peyton was sitting on the couch with Jeffey Jeff (as Peyton calls Jeff Barney). Jeff was playing the wii and Peyton was watching him. He told Jeff to go to that spot and get a Yoshi. Jeff told him to hold on and have some patience. Peyton looks at Jeff and says, "I had patience yesterday." He definatly keeps us on our toes with his little intelligence. He is very smart and always has to be in charge. We love him.
My favorite of the week comes from Parker. He snuck a piece of bacon that I had just cooked and was eating it at the table. I looked over and he was rubbing his greasy hands all over the kitchen table. I said Parker don't get your greasy hands all over the table. So what does he do. Takes his hands and rubs them on his pants. I again said "Parker don't rub them on your pants. Come on use your head." He took that answer and ran with it. He took his hands off his pants and was rubbing his head with his greasy hands. He is hilarious with a very mean streak. We love him when he is lovable and love him when he gets mean. He has finally came out of his shell and likes to compete with his brothers on things. He used to just sit back and take whatever toy was left and was happy to be playing with something. Now he goes to fighting for the toy he wants. I tell people that somedays I wish he would go back in his shell and be my sweet little Po-Po.
Then there comes the Gunner-Bear. Wow! Is the best I can describe him at the moment. He has so much energy and uses it to it's fullestHe does not give in to his brothers. He jumps right in and wrestles with his dad and brothers, play punches with them, rolls all over them. He keeps our house laughing with the cute things he does. He calls me daddy as well as Chad, loves balls and trains, and is really starting his first words.We are practicing for our primary program and I needed to help with my sumbeams so I took Gunner into nursury. He has 3 weeks till he is legal so I said maybe they will keep him so I can help with practice. My V.T. partner was in there so I said she will watch him for me. About 3/4 the way through she comes through the door and said we need you. Gunner fell and busted his lip open. I am so sorry. I said no big deal and went to check the damage. He was crying a little but had blood all over his white shirt. I took him to the bathroom and got him cleaned up and striped his shirt off so I didn't scare the kids when I went back to primary. He did fine but woke up Monday with a pretty big fat lip. Needless to say, don't send your kid to nursury 3 weeks early in Gilbert. J/K... he tripped on a toy.
