Exhibit A

Evidence I have all boys:

This is what was at the bottom of my washing machine when I transferred clothes to the dryer yesterday. After an initial panic attack...I realized it's only rubber. I guess I can add this to the list of things I've found in their jean pockets while doing laundry.
Along with:
rocks
sand
seeds
acorns
pop tabs
leaves
random garbage they find on the street
rubber lizards
gum (a personal favorite)
pencils
stickers
suckers/candy
pennies
buttons
and now...RUBBER SPIDERS

What of it?

Sometimes, I put my kids on leashes. Yup, I'm one of "those" moms. Maybe before I had kids I may have looked at moms with kids on leashes and thought, "Huh...that's weird." But once I actually HAD 3 boys trying to run off in all directions, I decided that I would like to kiss the person who invented the kid leash.

Don't worry, I am cool and bought a leash disguised as a backpack, disguised as an animal. That way I can trick others into thinking it's not cruel and unusual punishment that I'm walking my child through the park on a leash. I love the easy of simply unhooking the "monkey tail/leash" off the "backpack/safety harness" and letting him play freely. Then when it's time to go and he tries to run off, I simply click that bad boy on again and drag him out of the park screaming and crying against his will.

And people wonder why I don't want a dog? I don't need one! I have kids!

Lollipop Guild? NO!!!

If there is one movie I hate more than anything in this world, it's The Wizard of Oz. I've never sat and watched the whole thing through, that's how much I hate it. (Second most hated movie = Alice in Wonderland) So you can imagine how I felt when my dear husband J compared our youngest son to the "Lollipop Guild". I immediately denied it, but couldn't deny the similarities when the evidence was staring me in the face.

The Lollipop Guild:

My ADORABLE baby boy, S:

(sigh)...Poor S and his giant forehead and receding hairline. I'm sorry son, I really am.

Aw...he's a real boy now.

"B" lost his front tooth last week. He doesn't look like my baby boy anymore. He's all grown up. Next thing I know he'll be graduating high school, going on a mission, and going to college. (I hope anyway.)

He's been working on this tooth for awhile. I was scared to pull it out. It just...freaks me out. And "J" wasn't any better, he refused to pull it out too. So when "B" came home from school, this is what his tooth looked like:

Bucktooth B

I had to get one more picture of my baby-toothed boy:

He was freaked out that I was pulling his tooth out. I wish I was smart and could post the video, because his facial expression was hilarious! He didn't even realize I had pulled it out until I was holding it in front of his face. But I'm not smart so sadly, you will never see that video.
But here's the after shot!
Then of course we had to get a drink with a straw, because what fun is it losing your front tooth if you can't put the straw through the hole right?