Sunday Funnies

It snowed this morning. Finally! I thoroughly enjoyed watching it, and was very glad the only place I had to go today was to church.

Speaking of church.....We were SOOOOOOOO close to being on time to church today. So close, I tell ya! The Boy ran ahead of us into the chapel, and as I was in heels, I couldn't try to run after him. By the time I entered the chapel, he was on the opposite side running up the aisle to the front. He paused, and when i got to the aisle and he saw me, he took off again to the other side (where I had just been). So even though there was someone standing at the pulpit conducting, I tried to walk to the rear, over to the other aisle again, and up to the front ....where my Boy was about to go up the steps to the stand. I could tell this would be NOT good, so I started to run. I caught this crazy little Boy by the arm and dragged him back to our seat (on the very back row). Thankfully, he did not scream and/or drop his weight and lift his legs (as he usually does when I drag him). I tried very hard not to look at anyone on that walk back...but I did see some smiles out of the corner of my eye.

After the sacrament, the Boy was getting bored. He would slowly walk up the aisle, then turn and run back to me. This wasn't very noisy, and he wasn't screaming in my lap for holding him down, so I allowed him to continue. Then he decided to lay down on the floor and try to roll up the aisle (as if he were rolling down a hill....) When he got bored of this, he started sliding up the aisle like an inchworm. This inchworm slide evolved into an army crawl, with his face flat on the ground. I watched him do this almost the entire way up to the front of the chapel (occasionally he would pause and look back to see if we were coming after him). I have no idea how he did not get rug burns on his face... But I can tell you that there were several entertained people on this High Council Sunday.... And Honey and I were comparing notes on who commented what to us about the Boy's antics today.
Is it bad that I can't help but think it's funny?

After church, as I was reading on the computer, Honey says, "Aw man! Now that I took off my shoes, I remember what I was going to do! I was going to take the garbage out! Oh well, I guess I'll just have to go outside looking like a goof...."
I turned around to this:

He put on my white tennis shoes, which are A: white against his dark socks and dark pants, B: too small. I couldn't stop him from going outside like that. Partially because he's stubborn, but mostly because I was laughing so hard I could hardly stand up...

And finally, tonight I went upstairs for the Boy's bedtime routine. This is what it sounds like to hear Honey reading a bedtime story to the Boy (the Going to Bed Book by Sandra Boynton, on the exercising page):
B: "What's this?"
H: "That's an elephant jump-roping."

B: "What's this?"

H: "That's a dog stretching....and sticking his butt out."

B: "What's this?"
H: "That's a rabbit doing the hokey pokey."
B: "What's this?"
H: "That's a pig doing zumba."
B: "What's this?"
H: (getting bored of describing the animals) "Um....he's just [inappropriate content]."

I told Honey he isn't allowed to ad-lib anymore.

Honey taking care of the Boy

Here are a few of the moments I've captured of Honey taking care of the Boy.

Honey is not pictured here because he was posing the boy to look like George Washington.... I heard Honey chuckling one day and found him taking pictures like this:

I asked Honey to entertain the Boy so I could make dinner...

Playing with the Boy



Relaxing before bed....



Yep, Honey is definitely a daddy! He works hard for us every day, and still spends time with his favorite Boy... We love you Honey!

Making the most of a Snowstorm

So at the beginning of this month, we had a random snowstorm. I actually enjoyed it, but I got to stay inside and watch it all from a cozy house. I wondered how the boy would like it, so I set him in front of the sliding glass door and saw these reactions:











That night at about 10:00, this is what our family was doing:
The boy supervised our work....
and enjoyed the task!




















The next day, Honey decided to improve his ginormous snowman.











Eventually, we were the awe of all the boys in the neighborhood with this giant creation:
He had to CLIMB to stand on it, rather than just step up a little. We estimated that it was near 12 feet tall, until the top 4 snowballs toppled within a couple of hours. I'm so glad that my Honey likes to play in the snow. Now I won't have to when the Boy gets older...! :)

Shopping List

This is a shopping list created by my husband.



Now the question is, can you decipher the items that he needs to buy...?

Funny Honey 2

So....one night we arrive home late (around 11pm) and we've dimmed the lights to keep baby in the sleepy mood. I'm trying to get him in his jammies, and Honey calls from the kitchen "Beth, there's someone that wants to talk to you..."

I'm thinking, "Did someone call and I missed it? If it's this late on a Saturday, is it some weird call from the ward?" I walk out of the room to find Honey and I say, "Who?" And then Honey's finger is thrust in my face:


"Hi Beth! I'm Mr. Happy!"

You see, there was a cut on his finger from work. While I was not paying attention, he grabbed a pen, turned the cut into a face, then started "talking" to me with it by opening and closing the wound.

How can you suppress a smile at something as silly as that? Eye-roll worthy, definitely, but very clever...

My funny Honey

So, I'm supposed to be taking advantage of the free time I currently have (sleeping baby) and scanning pictures for my project. What do I do instead? The same thing I did in college when I had a deadline--something else!

I've decided to post the funnies of my Honey. This I do for two reasons: 1) to get me to post more regularly, and 2) because he's really funny! I have to share the laughs....

First post: Honey's Song

I'm brushing my teeth and Honey comes up behind me and pats my belly to a particular rhythm. This is the exchange that followed: (m=me, H=Honey)

H: I played a song on your tummy.
M: What song was it?
H: Diddle, diddle dumpling my son John.
M: But your son's name is Spencer.
H: It was, perhaps, not entirely accurate....

Stay tuned for more!