What is it with Poop?

And boogers, and snot, and butts?  Brody thinks the word "poop" is so funny, and anytime he says it he laughs and laughs like it's the funniest thing ever!  If he or Leyton poots, he thinks it's hilarious and won't stop talking about it.  Where did this come from? It must be a guy thing!

We are SO happy that the great Minnesota meltdown has finally occurred, and we have had nice sunny weather for the past few days.  It is great to get out around the neighborhood again and walk around the lake, go to the park, and see all our neighbors come out of hibernation.  We have spent every opportunity we can strolling or playing in the yard with all the "new" old yard toys.

Yesterday we hit the coffee shop on our way home from the lake, and Brody spent TWO hours playing with another little boy his age named Henry.  I have never seen him play so well with another child. It was quite amazing.  They played with dinosaurs and made them growl and roar at one another. They put buckets on their heads and pretended to be firemen.  And they wrote all over the walls with chalk, telling each other about the worms and snakes they were drawing.  It was so fun to watch them have such a great time together.  I wish I would have gotten their number so we could try to meet up again sometime.  The mother was older, and I think Henry was her third kid, so she was totally relaxed about everything.  It made me feel so great to not have to hover over Brody worrying if he was going to take Henry's toy or bop him over the head.  She just kept saying, "They'll work it out," and they really did.  No screaming or fighting the ENTIRE time!  I loved! 

As they were leaving, the mother told Henry that they could stop and get a Scooby-Doo or Elmo movie to watch at home.  Brody ran up to her and said, "Elmo?  Elmo's on Facebook!" Holy cow--how does he know about Facebook?  That kid seriously hears everything.  And he knows what Mommy likes to do in her free time!!

Last night at dinner, we were eating sweet potato fries.  I told Brody to eat another french fry before he got out of his chair.  He said, "No Mommy.  The french fries are dead."  And there you have it--the world as it is to a two and a half year-old boy.