One Of Those?!

Christian, Emma and I went to a local craft store yesterday to start shopping for the two swaps that I am doing this month. I am used to getting comments on how cute and adorable Christian is. I smile and say thank you and move on. No big deal. Every once in awhile, I come across a complete idiot. Yesterday that idiot was at the craft store. There were two elderly ladies there shopping and one commented on how cute he is and then the other one said....(brace yourself)..."My daughter has one of those."

ONE OF THOSE???? Excuse me?!?! One of those? I didn't know what to say. I just kept on walking. I am still learning when it comes to stupid people and Christian when to say something and when to just walk away. My child is not "one of those". He is the best little boy in the world and one of my greatest blessings.

Other stupid comments made over the past year:

"How much did he cost?"
"He must look like his dad."
And my all time favorite that was said to us more then once while I was pregnant with Emma- "Now you will have a child of your own".

I know not everyone means to be stupid when they make certain comments. As Christian gets older and can understand what some of this things mean and how some people are stupid, I need to be able to deal with the situation. I can't fix the world's stupidity or shield Christian from it, but I can teach him that he is an amazing person that makes me want to be a better person. I am the luckiest woman in the world to have that special little boy call me mommy.

The Not So Extreme Makeover: Our Edition

We are currently undergoing some minor "remodeling". Emma has no room. She sleeps in a bassinet in my room and shares Christian's closet with him. When we found out we were pregnant, we were going to move Jessi downstairs, move Taylor to Jessi's old room and give Emma Taylor's old room. Then Jessi was convinced by someone to not move downstairs because she would be too far away from her dad. That threw a huge wedge in our plans. After much thought and reconsidering from Jessi, (and Taylor and Christian always barging in uninvited) she decided moving downstairs wouldn't be so bad after all. So we began working on her room. Taylor debated whether or not to move downstairs, but then it was decided she would stay upstairs. Marcus repainted her room and made it all pink cute. It turned out pink cute and Taylor is pink pleased with it. Christian's room also got a slight face lift; his big boy bed. He loves it...well playing in it anyway. Staying in bed at night is a whole other story. Jessi's new room is now waiting for the carpet and wallpaper to come in. She is very excited to move down there and have a place she can call her own. We did have to take the door off the basement, but it'll look nice when it's all done.

This it Taylor's room before it was pink redone.

This was Christian's baby room.

This is Taylor's pink new room.

This is Christian's new big boy room.

He LOVES his new bed.

I will post pictures of Jessi's and Emma's room as they get finished. It's a fun project, but pretty exhausting. I am determined to get something done to my room...even just a new bed set since Christian got red fingernail polish all over my current comforter. Every room in the house has been done to some point since we built but my bedroom. It has always been just a whole bunch of hodge podge items. My bedroom better be next!!

Happy Thursday!

Today was my "Happy Thursday". (See here for an explanation of Happy Thursday.) Yet again, Marcus went above and beyond anything I could have imagined. He spoils me rotten and I love it! This year, I got my CHI flat iron. I have been wanting one of these for a long time, but could never justify spending the money on one. He also got me a book Emma's pediatrician recommended to get her on a schedule, some chocolates and cookies. (Yes, everything edible is gone. It was soooo good.) I really look forward to my Happy Thursdays each year. My husband is the greatest and I appreciate everything he does for me and our family.

On another note, Christian starts school tomorrow. I signed him up at his day care for a toddler class where I thought they just learned songs and actions and things. I was wrong. It's like pre-preschool. He is going to learn things. I am having serious issues with him doing this. What happened to the little boy we brought home who couldn't talk or walk yet? Now he doesn't stop talking and he is always on the move. I know he will have fun at "Tangling With Toddlers", (that's what they call the program) but it's just another sign that he is growing up. They have a show and tell bag, a treat bag and even field trips! It'll be great! I just hope he behaves...he can be a bit naughty at times. But he's so cute he gets away with it.

Heber Valley Railroad and Softcore Porn

Last December we took the kids to Heber City to ride the Heber Valley Railroad. On the way there we realized that we forgotten to bring our camera, so we stopped and purchased a cheap disposable camera. We drank hot chocolate, saw Santa and took a bunch of pictures. A good time was had by all.

Fast forward to two days ago.

We are in the middle of a small remodel/reorganizing project at our home (more about that in a future post). I decided to clean out some of the cluttered cupboards and closets in the house. While tackling a particularly messy cupboard in the kitchen, I discovered the disposable camera from our train ride last December. I had forgotten about the camera and the pictures it contains. I set it on the counter and decided that tomorrow I would take the last few pictures and then take it in to get developed.

Fast forward to yesterday.

I am in the bathroom just getting out of the shower and getting ready to start my day when I hear Christian walk into the room.

"Mommy, picture" he says.

This doesn't phase me because Christian is always picking up remote controls, memory card readers or cell phones and pretending they are a camera. He asks you to smile and makes a little clicking noise. It is very cute.

This time however it was not so cute.

After he says "Mommy, picture" I see a flash and hear the sound of a camera click. Not the cute little click noise Christian makes when he is pretending to take a picture but a very real camera click. Upon turning around I discover, to my horror, that Christian has found the disposable camera from our train trip and has just taken a picture of me topless. Completely topless. No shirt, no bra. Nothing.

What do I do now?!?! The pictures from the train ride were, I hope, all very cute. I can't just throw the camera away. I do not however wish to be the one who gives the 17 year old kid at the photo lab a thrill by letting him develop my nudie pictures.

Any advice?