coo-coo

Listen carefully amidst all the other noise and you can hear Bryn 'talking' to her fish. She loves this chair, which we have dubbed, THE MAGICAL POOPING CHAIR. Anytime I put her in it, she immediately poops...and I mean POOPS! It goes everywhere! We've had this chair for the other two kids and it's never quite had this effect on them. But it works great for Bryn. If she's fussy and has a tummy ache I put her in the chair and she'll poop and feel instantly better. She quiets right down as soon as I put her in the chair. If we don't hear the explosion, she'll let us know when she's done by crying.

update

ugh. I'm such a slacker. I just can find the time to blog anymore. I love to do it, and I know some of you (Leseberg's!) look forward to it. So for tonight, the 3 loads of laundry will go another day without being folded, the toys will stay scattered across the family room(it will give me something to dodge in the middle of the night), the birthday cake mess will crust onto my table and the dishes can ferment in the sink. Because the mess isn't going anywhere (unfortunately), but my memory may... so I'd better blog while I can still remember.

Here's the last two weeks in a nutshell...

Benson got Strep throat and two new teeth...which meant we didn't' get a lot of sleep, and he was really cranky (and so was I, from lack of sleep)...

...so he wanted to be held a lot. But at least every two hours my lap is occupied by Bryn. So big sister stepped up and held Benz while I was holding Bryn...

...and then held Bryn while I held Benson. (Musical laps) She's such a good sister and I'm SO glad that she LOVES to hold the baby!

...Bailey's not the only one who loves to love on the baby. Anytime I set Brynley down Benson 'shares' his lovies (ah-ah's and B's) with her and any other toys he thinks she might like. If she's in her crib, he just throws them in there...

...speaking of Brynley....check out the beautiful, long and CURLY lashes she has. They naturally curl up (or as Bailey says, "She has Aunt Becky eyes!"). Oh, she's going to be a heart breaker!

...speaking of heart breaker...

It was "Rodeo" week at preschool and pretty much everywhere else in Houston (This weekend kicks off the nearly month-long Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo...one of the biggest in the world, and a REALLY BIG deal here. All the schools and even ExxonMobil have dress-up days. And boy do they dress-up!) Is she a stinkin' cute cowgirl or what!! She loved it, too! Thanks for the boots, Guh W!! and the shirt, Gavin!! She even wore her Great-Grandfather's bolero necktie (or 'cowboy necklace' as Bailey called it!).

...Also at school...

Bailey's "Thursday Uniform."

...and we have to have MATCHING WILDCAT HAIR BOWS! I made these and some for all the girls in our ward that go to preschool with Bailey. Bow making is like therapy for me. I also learned how to make hooded bath towels a few weeks ago and that is my new craft baby. I'll post pictures of that another time.

...and finally... A Man Bag!

Benson loves to carry around this bag for his lovies and trucks and any other interesting treasures he may find(like rocks, goldfish snacks, small balls, sippy cups etc). (It's an upgrade from the red patent leather purse that he stole from Bailey and used as his man-bag.) He's not supposed to take his lovies outside because they get too dirty, so he puts the ah-ah's and B's in the bag and sets the bag on the driveway while we play outside. He even puts it over his shoulder like a purse. Even Dad has a 'purse'! Benson calls Brandon's brief case "Dada purse!" hahaha!!

you know you're a grandparent when...

I think the word "grandparent" is synonymous with the word "sucker." Case in point:

Saturday morning, about 8:00am.

Bailey: "Mom, can we go get doughnuts?"

Mom: "Not today."

Bailey: "Why?"

Mom: "Because that's a Guh Wallace or Papa Leseberg thing." (really it was because I'm too lazy and cheap, and they (and I) don't need to eat them)

Few minutes later while I'm making breakfast:

Bailey: "Mom, can I call Guh?"

Mom: "Sure." and I dial the phone not even thinking about our previous conversation.

Bailey: "Hi, Guh. Can you get me doughnuts? Please? I really, really want them. Mom won't take me. Dad's sleeping. I'll make you a picture with Olivia on it! Please??"

Meanwhile, I sit there, a little embarrassed, baffled, etc.

About 30 minutes later Guh showed up at the door with doughnuts (and doughnut balls) for the kids. What a nice Guh.

happy dance

He's a little crazy! Benson is so excited about his new "FOOOOOTbALLL" room, that every time he goes in there, he does a little happy dance on the rugs! This was the show just before his bath the other day. Doesn't get much cuter than a nekkid' dancin' baby!