There is a special spot in Heaven...

... just waiting for me if I can get through this day and not inflict bodily harm on my child...
...  who asked if he could watch more TV (after watching far more than he should have already, mind you...)
... and was told, "No, too much TV will turn your brain to mush"... (a comment that once had Sarah in a fit, asking me every 3 minutes if her brain was getting mushy yet...)
... so went to entertain himself while mom experimented with a soup that she is supposed to take to a leadership training meeting on Saturday
... and somehow got upstairs without mom knowing (where baby was napping), and effectively turned the upstairs bathroom into his own personal splash park
... which gushed through the living room ceiling speakers and fell steadily onto the floor (which mom thought was just him washing his hands in the downstairs bathroom, so didn't think a whole lot about it while in the middle of attempting a roue for the soup, and without checking, simply hollered, "okay, Joshy, that's enough, you can turn the water off now"... only to hear his little voice a bit too far away to be in the next room...)
... and effectively formed a wading pool on the living room floor, and also into the bathroom
... which leaked through the fire alarm into the basement
... and could only be classified as Rochester's finest 3 story waterfall...
... and then said child went in to 'comfort' now awake and screaming baby sister
... with a balloon (you know, the type that if a baby pops and swallows will effectively cut of all air circulation, making even mouth to mouth resuscitation impossible...)
... while mom ran around like a crazy person trying to figure out which 'fall' to dam first
... and telling said mom ever so proudly, "I did that!!" as he squishes through the wet carpet leading out of the bathroom.
... then strips down, grabs a sprite can, and when mom (not quite so gently) yells his name, jumps and drops said can, which then pops open, spraying sugary liquid all over the kitchen floor.

... yep, a special spot in Heaven

Has My name on it.

In Gold.

Now you see 'em...

Now you don't!

Yesiree, the secret to getting a 2 year old to wear glasses for more than the initial 10 seconds of 'cool dude, thumbs up' status is proving to be one of those great mysteries of the world.

... Don't get me wrong, Joshy Loves his glasses...

... he loves to hold them

...to carry them...

... to flip them...

... and throw them...

... and bite them...

...and bend and twist them...

But to actually wear them?? Well, he's not such a fan of that one...

ahhh, the joys of toddlerhood just never end... :)

Happiness is...

... Having a little brother who LOVES to get hit with snowballs...

... yes it's true - as we woke up to our first 'snow storm' (very wet snow, although it snowed most of the day, there was actually very little to show for it, as evidenced by the picture!), the kids went outside, and I heard Josh laughing hysterically. When I peaked out to see what was so incredibly hilarious to him, I beheld Seth literally pelting him with snowball after snow ball. Josh's whole front was white from the 'battle wounds' but he was laughing harder and harder with each new hit.

... Sarah showing her magical 'sticky hands' holding the snowball upside down :)

Seth claiming victory... Seriously?? Can you really be all that excited

when you are 5 years older and about 2 feet taller than your opponent??!

Joshy just happy to be in on the action and LOVING the snow!

I'm a Believer...

... Off and on through the years I have heard people say of younger...umm... 'more spirited' children, "Man, if this one had been born first, he/she would have been an only child"...

... and I would think to myself, "c'mon, no one child could really make you rethink having more children"...

....Until our latest entry into the Brewer Bunch...

... we have had bumps/crashes/screeches/climbs/falls/on multiple occasions.  I have replaced things from glasses to clothes, to yes, even our digital camera courtesy of our lovable 'more spirited' child.  

... but it wasn't until this morning, when I finished Sarah's hair and had just congratulated myself on the fact that we were all ready to walk out the door in plenty of time for church, and I wouldn't have to be running in with Joshy barefoot with me holding his socks and shoes...

... and rounded the bathroom corner to behold this...

Yes, that is milk left over from some cereal.  Yes, it really is all over Joshy... and the table... and the chairs... and the floor.  And Yes... it is about 8 minutes before church is starting...

... and YES, there is a reason why he came with this ultra cute-how-can-you-stay-mad-at-me-smile!!!!!  It is what has kept him alive for the past 15 months!

He got the worlds fastest tubby, new church outfit, and yes... I was running in with him barefoot and me carrying his socks and shoes.

... And I am a believer.  There is a reason why he came 4th, and not 1st.  He really would have been an only child :).

And the Halloween prize goes to...

We had a fun Halloween party at the Y last night...

The kids had a good trial run of their costumes... 

and....

      Jerry.....

                Well......

                      He truly gets husband of the year award for jumping on board with my, "Hey honey, let's go as each other!!"  Suggestion.....

... winning him the overall prize for Halloween Man/zumba instructor  of the year...
... topped only by the "role reversal" Halloween of 5 years ago when he posed as a pregnant woman. (Yes, I do have pictures of that one also!).

... All I can say is, "Look FAST" - I don't know how long he will let me keep these pictures on the blog!

I Want a Tubby NOW!!!.......

... is what prompted my 14 month old to follow me into the shower... literally... head first... pj's and all...

   You know you are neck deep into mommy hood when even your shower is not a place of refuge :).   Well, at least we saved some water - I just put in the plug, stripped him down, and let him have his tubby... which would have been ideal had he not had a poopy diaper...  :)   Ahhh, the joys of the fine print of motherhood (I swear the job description didn't mention this much poop would be involved in every facet of daily life!).

   ... but how can you not love life with a smile like that beaming up at you, wet, poopy pj's and all??!

The Real Reason we had kids :)

Yep, we start 'em young in the Brewer household!

Hey, he's smiling... he's happy!  What more could you ask for?!