Waka-Waka

Or should that be "Woka-Woka?" Anyway, I'm living with two little hams, and potty humor gets top billing in this club. The boys have been full of giggles this weekend, most of them still under the bar set by slapstick humor. As hard as I try to fight the potty-talk and "private-part" humor, I am resigned to our truth of farts = funny. I guess it's part of a living in a male dominated household, and judging by the majority of clips on funniest home videos or the millions made by movies like The Ballad of Ricky Bobby and Dumb and Dumber, the fart jokes keep delivering well after Kindergarten. I think it's just yuck, but I still can't bring myself to squash little-boy giggles, whatever they were inspired by. A half hearted "Enough ALREADY!" is the most I can muster, it's an unwinnable battle, really.
Wanna pull my finger?

Mase had another great game Saturday, he played against one of his best school buddies. It was fun watching the game and the smaller game-inside-the-game of Mason and Wade dancing in and out of the other players, trying to avoid being guarded by one another. They spun, they weaved, they wore each other out completely. When we got home Mason disappeared, and we discovered him fast asleep in the top bunk, where he stayed for two hours. Ash took full advantage of his time alone with Mom and Dad (Blake too, of course).

Today was errand day. We got groceries and tried to find some bigger clothes for Blake, but ended up with an outfit for Louisa instead. Little girl clothes are just irresistible! Grandma and Papa surprised us with a visit when we got home, and Blakey was a happy little guy for all the attention he got. Ash charmed Grandma with his mastery of the written word, and Mason kept Papa sequestered for most of the visit. The boys are counting down the days until the Mom and Son dance at the community center. We decided to hit the Street (Evans Street) for dinner before hand, truth be told that is half of the appeal for all three of us.