Flying PJ's

Today I was in the bathroom

Me: William will you please get out and give mum some privacy

William: I want to watch you poop

Me: (sigh), William I am taking a shower. Get out please and give me some privacy

William: OKAAAAAAY! (he says as he walks out the door) but I don't know where the privacy is.

These pajamas used to be Kellers'. The first time I put William in these red long johns with complimentary butt flap, he wanted his blue pj's with the superman logo on front, which is what he wants to wear every night to bed. So I told him that these were Superman's pajamas, this is what superman wears to bed. Now months later he hasn't forgotten. He thinks he can fly when he wears these.
(He put my shoes on to "stretch" which means exercise in William language)

Oh Keller!

Erinn and Dave took the kiddies to Disney World. Every kids dream, right? They went trick-o- treating last night in MGM. Keller was a storm trooper, Dave, Darth Vader and Maddie was...a teenager?...from the 80's?...her mother?, oh yeah, Maddie was her mom!
While there, Keller asked Erinn, "Mom if I give you a hundred bucks can we leave?" The next day Keller stayed at the hotel with Dave while Erinn and Maddie went to Epcot. While the girls where out Keller asked Dave to make a promise, "Dad, please promise me we don't ever have to go back to MGM."

Man I love that kid!

William and I have been having Keller withdrawals. William is coping with it by asking to watch the youtube video of Keller getting in trouble. He asks to watch it everyday. "I watch Keller gettin in trouble outside, pease!"

This is a picture of when we lived in Maine and it was for the most part, how we started everyday, with a shower, some breakfast and a good helping of Keller. Usually in reverse order. We loved it.

William has learned so many valuable lessons from Keller, like who Indiana Jones is, and how to shoot, the importance of "star bars" and droids. (William doesn't really know what droids are but he is constantly talking about them)
Keller, William will never be the same without you, none of us will be for that matter. We love you and we miss you. Can't wait to have you making us laugh at Christmas. You truly are a funny kid!

New Nephew

Luke Desmond has just arrived. Isn't he adorable? I am a little dissappointed because it wont be until Christmas that we get to see the wee lass. So stay cute little Dessie, (I already have a nickname for him, hope you don't mind Malinda). I can't wait to smother you.

Bowling Night Out

Has anybody ever heard of strip karaoke? We saw this place in Hot Springs when we went camping over Labor Day weekend.
Am I just naive or is this another southern thing? And how does it work anyway? Do you sing and strip at the same time or is it like strip poker, if you sing poorly you have to remove an article of clothing. Or is it just a marriage of two American pastimes; sing karaoke while watching strippers? I have probably spent too much time wondering about it.

In other news, Tyler and I had our bowling night last night. I almost didn't go but am so glad I did because I bowled a new personal record best, 147. Sweet. We played the "Wolf Prairie Farms" last night. They are a seasoned family bowling team of a mom and dad who are about 300 years old combined and two sons in there 40's, there grown daughter comes too but for support only. They are always the last team to finish no matter who plays them, they are serious bowlers and they are very legit with matching t shirts.
The mom and dad can hardly walk.
They wear arm braces and leg ones too. It takes Momma Wolf about 7 minutes to get herself and her ball up to the line where she simple drops her ball like she's unloading a bag a bricks . Upon which her ball travels at an equally slow rate right down the center of the lane to strike out. Its sad because she bowls better than me and Tyler most games and she looks like she is four minutes from death.
There sons strike out just about every time and one of them insists on you giving him a high five when he does always saying, "here let me share some a dat wit ya'll".
Then he was trying to make conversation with us talking about his brother and how he is a "butter bowler". He said it about three times so finally I asked, "what is a butter bowler?"
My teammate interpreted, "no a BETTER bowler"
oops.
After three games we lost. Our teammates who are two very colorful southern brothers who have the funniest stories in the world and a comment or nickname for everybody in the league usually don't care at all that Tyler and I are awful bowlers, except for last night. The Wolf Prairie Farms really annoy these two and they really wanted to beat them. Sorry guys.

Our fearless team captain

What a Tyler?
Nate our teammate
Can you guess what score is mine

The Truth

This post is in response to a friends comment about Williams cooking mess. She said "wow Bethie you seem so calm about his mess".
The truth: I was on the phone with At&t, whom I despise, arguing about a mistake on my $245 cell phone bill. I put a movie, "Dennis the Menace" (I know, it was a foreshadowing) on for William while I talked on the phone in the office with the door open. I never heard anything, probably because of my...heated voice. I realized that some time had passed and so went to check on William. I stepped into the living room only to behold
an entire bag of flour
one bag of white sugar
two cans of cocoa
one bag of brown rice
one box of spaghetti
one dozen eggs cracked and separated
and one entire bottle of balsamic vinger
poured on my brand new couch, coffee table and pottery barn rug.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, William what have you done? I cant talk to you anymore. Because of you my son has made a mess. This is not over I will call back and when I do I want to talk to someone more intelligent than YOU!" I yelled at the at&t guy.
Then I started to cry. I scared William with my crying and he began to cry. I thought about spanking him. Then I realized that would just make me feel much worse so I took William by the hand and put him in his room. Of course he came right out. I marched to the tool closet, found a screwdriver and reversed the door handle on his door and then locked my 2 1/2 year old in his room whereupon he began to wail.
I sat on my clean love seat and balled some more while I admired my sons handiwork. I couldn't think of anything to do so I called Tyler. I was crying pretty hard so all I got out was, "I'm having a mental breakdown, I locked our son in his room". Poor Tyler who deals with crazy people all day hung up the phone immediately and rushed home believing that I had really gone nuts! Poor guy.
I got William out of his room after less than 5 minutes when I had stopped sobbing. We cuddled together as I tried to calm him down. I tried to call Tyler back and tell him not to come home but he didn't answer.
I looked at William and told him that Daddy was going to come home and see what he had done. He looked at me with those sad teary baby blues and whispered, "Mumma, lets get the vacuum". I started to laugh. Tyler came home relieved that we were both alive. When he saw the mess he understood my call. When he asked William what he had done, he said, "I was makin dinnah".
My mom thinks I might be stifling Williams creative energy by not allowing him to cook anymore. "He could be the next Emeril or the next naked chef," she says. Oh well. he will just have to settle for being a janitor or something because there is no more cooking in Williams future, atleast not until I get my new couch cushions that are on order.

Where's Linda?

Dale and Linda came to visit us last month and it was so wonderful to have some familiar faces around, especially theirs. Just the other day, a good friend pointed out that both of our parents have always visited us wherever we have lived, no matter how far or weird (aka Arkansas). Tyler and I are truly grateful to have such good parents. Mom and Dad McEvoy are coming to Arkansas for Thanksgiving, along with Uncle Ryan and I am very excited to host my first holiday.

You can't even tell they're related, can you?

Grandma and Grandpa of course spoiled William and us. William got a new automatic baseball server. It even cheers for you. We love it. William wont go anywhere without either his baseball bat or glove. Bytheway, he's pretty good!

Grandpa let the ladies sleep in one morning to "shish" with William in our backyard. Nothing like 6 am pretend fishin in a diaper. Will and Grandpa were two peas in a pod. William is still referring to the spare bedroom as Grandma's.
Linda I am sorry I have no pictures of you. I think that you avoided all pics. Just for the record, she was in Arkansas.

My aspiring CHEF

October is a special month. We have a lot of wonderful people having birthdays in October. Aunt Erinn and Aunt Malinda, Uncle Ryan and Grandma Huffaker.
William thought he would make a cake for "ya'll"...

...and he didnt even get any on his shirt.