David Beckham Sexiest Man! Poppycock

I was driving down the road today when I heard a celebrity news bulletin on the radio. The DJ explained that David Beckham had been named Sexiest Man on the Planet for 2012. "How can this be?" I shouted. "They have not even met my husband. They don't know what they're missing." I knew then and there that it was my job to reach the nations with the glory that is Brantley L. Wescott.

Step 1: (There's only one step, actually.)
Flood the internet with attractive photos of him

Here you see him catching up on some beauty rest. It takes work to look that good, people. Work and face cream. I believe I have made my point (and quite possibly, laid the ground work for him to file for divorce). David Beckham has nothing on my Valentine. 

Luke-isms

Brantley and Luke (3 1/2 yrs) were playing a solar system game on the Android tablet. When Luke would point out a planet, Brantley would tell him its name.
"What's dat one, Dad?"
"That's Uranus."
"Mine? Wow! Hey Mom, dat's my anus!"

Brantley-isms

We were discussing the early start to my day when Brantley asked, "Why did you get up at 3:30 this morning?"
"I don't know," I said. "I just woke up and couldn't turn off my brain, I guess."
"Hmm, I never knew you turned it on."

Humor vs. Religion: Does it have to be that way?

Religion is a topic I usually avoid when blogging. However, even when I'm feeling brave I still stick to the cardinal rule (pun intended) that you can only make fun of your own religion. Don't worry. I'm not even doing that today. This is a video that I found to be pretty interesting regarding humor in religion. It discusses Jesus' sense of humor.

 

(If you're having trouble viewing this video on your mobile device, here is the link.)

http://cnn.com/video/?/video/living/2012/01/24/orig-jtb-comedy-father-martin.cnn

Winners of Album Giveaway!!

I had planned on giving away five CDs to some lucky readers, but that would have left one lonely person without one. So I've decided to be generous and give one to everyone who entered to win.

Congratulations to
Maggie
Carrie
Mary Beth
Dash
Heather
the Lejseks

Please email me your mailing addresses and I will put them in the mail this week.
(loriwescott@comcast.net)

Thanks for playing!!!

Modern Family and a Four Letter Luke-ism

Last night’s episode of Modern Family was great for a lot of reasons. If you’ve never watched this show, I highly recommend you start. In this episode, one of the preschool aged characters picks up a four-letter word and wears it out.

This is something every parent can relate to. At one point or another, every child will say something its parents don’t approve of. My ability to relate developed on Monday when I picked Luke up from preschool. I had just buckled him into his car seat and pulled away when he asked, “Mom, is shut-up a bad word?”

“Yes, it is,” I told him.

“Well, shit!”

I wasn’t sure if I had heard him correctly so I didn’t say anything at all. However, when he used the same four-letter word several more times I was no longer able to ignore it.  Reprimanding and reprogramming commenced, which is why I now carry a bar of soap in my purse, and in my car.

Now, I’m not going to point fingers and say where I think he heard that word (Brantley L. Wescott) because it doesn’t matter. What does matter is what we do about it. Sometimes it’s hard to know whether to correct the behavior, or ignore it and lead by example. Arguments could be made for both sides, and there’s no right or wrong answer. (Don’t email me and tell me there is.)

I guess my point is this, though every family and circumstance is different, we all go through similar struggles. I couldn’t see the humor in my own situation this week, but it was pretty funny when it was happening to someone else on TV. I had to share.

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The Devil Wears Osh-Kosh

I was so excited when Luke (3 yrs old) learned to talk. I remember thinking, "When, oh when will it happen?" but gone are those days. In their place I have been left with Mr. Comeback. This snarky little fella always has to have the last word. If there is a button to be pushed, rest assured he will find it and mash it until it's broken. I can't blame myself for everything he's learned. After all, what kind of wife would I be if I didn't blame my husband for 99% of my son's bad behavior?
My dear husband, Brantley, introduced Luke to Looney Tunes. It seemed harmless enough at the time, until Luke discovered Fog Horn Leg Horn, and I say, I say that chicken has one smart mouth on him. Luke usually has a hard time interpreting exactly what this character is saying, but the sentiment is the same. Case in point, I was told yesterday to" keep your big mouse shot." I gave him exactly two warnings before introducing him to a bar of lemon glycerin soap. Now, before you go calling me a child abuser, let me say that it's organic, and therefore healthier than a Happy Meal (which by the way, I would NEVER let my son eat), AND it's not like he's belching bubbles. I guess you could say that my method worked because he hasn't repeated the phrase since. He did, however, ask me to go snipe hunting last night. I'm pretty sure he's plotting revenge.