Catch up & who is the Smarty Pants?

It's been like a month since I posted. Here's what you've missed. . .

* Remy started walking! YEP - He's a drunken sailor pro now.

* Remy is in the mimicry phase. It's so cute! He copies everything you say or do.
So I've got a wicked sinus infection - yes, no fun. Thanks Chunk for sharing it - I'm lying on the couch and I moan "Oh man Remy! I wish I could just die!" And sweet Remy says, "Die! Die!"

* Brady & I were playing Legos and I made this little flower bed to accessorize the outdoor potties I made. (You gotta make something with potty humor when you play Legos) and Brady says, "mom, I know you're trying to be all 'sweetsy' and stuff, but you can't have flowers in the boy's bathroom." LOL!!

* I spent a week in Southern California for my mom's 60th Birthday. She's never been to Disneyland or San Diego, so my brother & I treated her for a week.
The good news - we had tons of fun! We saw Craig T. Nelson (aka Mr. Incredible) at Universal Studios! We rode every ride at Disneyland! and basically made my mom more tired than chasing an 18 month old around the neighborhood. We got soaked every single day, but when it's 85 degrees, hey, we LOVED it!>
and I have a fantastic friend & mom-in-law who took care of my family while i was away.

The bad news - my brother got a speeding ticket, he got us in a fender bender and I lost my camera on the very last ride on the very last day! :( Urgh! So frustrating. But it'll be memorable, right? :)

WHO'S THE SMARTY PANTS HERE?
Last night, Brady says, "I want my door shut tonight."
K - Brady has to sleep with a lamp ON and the Hall light ON and the door open EVERYNIGHT.
So I'm super suspicious and I'm like, 'Why?" And Brady says, 'because my eyes hurt with the light."
SO I shut it. I notice about 15 minutes later it's open. I tell Chunk what happened and he says, "Brady has his Halloween Candy in his room. I'll bet he's eating it."
Brady still denies anything, but I'm more suspicious because. . .

Brady rushed through his homework today to play with a friend. Literally, He just wrote random answers and was ready for me to take him over. So I looked over his paper and called him out on it. Brady started ranting and raving about how 'unfair I am' and if he does his homework now he'll only have 30 minutes to play and on and on. I just said, well the more you whine, the less time you'll have to play.

So in 10 minutes, he's corrected his homework and says, you know mom, I was just tricking you. My friend can play longer than an hour. (basically saying he didn't want to do his homework)

WOW. Why does all the teenage lying start so early? - - oh wait, Brady's a "Tween" now. . . eek! I have a tween and a terrible 2 year old next year. . .anyone want to trade? LOL!