Dirty words.

Archer just overheard me say, "Dang it!"  To which he said, "Daddy, that is a bad word, my don't want to hear that bad word anymore!"  Sorry about that buddy, didn't realize that was such a dirty word!

Babies, clothes, and what not...

Gunner's most recent ponderings;
"Daddy, I know something.  When you come out of your momma's belly, you're naked.... because your momma don't have clothes in her belly... and if she does have clothes in her belly, the baby won't know how to put 'em on anyway."  So true, Gunner, so true!

Someone's been busy!

And that someone is Gunner!
This kid amuses me daily. He's so smart. He thinks things through so deeply and carefully, you just never know what he's gonna figure out.
Tonight, he was telling me something, and I was trying to listen, really, I was!! And so I punched him in the stomach (isn't that would good parenting is all about?!). He got mad. I was shocked. He said, "Why did you do that!? Do you like it? Do you want some of this!??" He forcefully shook his fist in the air. "Oh, I'm so scared!" I told him. "If you do that again, you're gonna get some of THIS!" he says, threatening with his fists again. I'm teaching that boy some great life lessons with that. Told ya- AWESOME parenting!
Earlier today, he apparently also told his Gigi that he wanted a "hot, dirty girl" to be his wife when he grew up. I asked him what he meant by that. Swayed by his childish innocence, I just knew he was going to say something about playing outside, getting hot and dirty like little boys do, and that would be nice. No such luck. When I asked him that, he replied by singing, "Lights out... Got a hundred dirty girls and they know what we about..." If you don't know the song... It's STILL hilarious! That, my friends, are lyrics from the song Dirty Girl Part 2 by Bobby Light aka Rob Dyrdek. If you knew that, then it's even funnier to you.
It was during this same conversation that he said he didn't want to be a doctor when he grew up (Mama, that's ridiculous, he seemed to be thinking)... He wanted to make signs and sell signs... Then he decided he's rather work in a restraunt... No, he wanted to OWN a restraunt. Pizza Hut, specifically. Boy, this kid can dream! He will definitely be Archer's hero though! Him... And his dirty girl, that is!

Big Plans

So, I really need to update this... These boys say the best things everyday... But this one stood out! Here goes:
Gunner asks, "When are we gonna fly on a plane?" Chris is adamantly anti-plane, so he says "We're NOT!" Gunner says "Well, when I grow up I'm gonna fly on a plane." (Here's the kicker...) "And I'm gonna have a wife to go with me." How beyond his years is that?! He then lists what's on a plane that makes it fun- peanuts, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, and coffee. I never looked at it thru the eyes of a little boy before. Let's be honest, that's a pretty good haul! So look out credit cards, our little man and his "wife" are gonna be wracking up some frequent flyer miles!

A couple of Gunner-isms for today:
Tooth Fairy is spelled with TWO f's. T-o-o-F....F-a-i-r-y!!
AND his pajamas have a bottom... And a ROOF (the top to his bottoms).
It all makes sense if you think about it long enough!

I think his shirt says it all....

A Sucker Puppy

I offered Gunner some Reese's peanut butter cups a minute ago, which he is a huge fan of, to which he replies, "Of course, you know I'm a puppy for those." A puppy? I even confirmed that's what he said. Puppy? Sucker? Same difference. That's how we roll.

One, two, three...

...as crazy as can be! Christopher went thru my facebook wall today, pulling every status he could find about something crazy the boys did, and putting them on here. The plan is to make it super easy to see the silliness that belongs to each boy by making labels for all of them. Then we can all bask in their weirdness without any complications. Great, right? I thought so anyway. 
The pic included is of this blog's little stars. They were living big rock star style with their olympic sized swimming pool. Well, maybe if you squint, and look sideways... But what matters is that they had fun, right?

Here Comes Trouble (first edition)

They say two is company, three's a crowd.  When it comes to kids though, it could be said that three is just too dang many! Hats off to Mrs. Duggar. I could not do what she does. My three little boys keep me so busy, and always guessing at what may happen next- I think any more may just tip the balance a little too far.
Chris and I have now been parents for nearly six years. Ever since our oldest child, Gunner, started talking, we have always said "We should write this stuff down. We couldn't make this up!" Throw two more unique children, Shooter and Archer, into the mix, and you've got some rather amusing '-isms, stories and experiences.  Finally today, after finding the tv remote control in a cereal box, hearing one boy ask another if he wanted to smell his arm pit, and finding gum in my sleeping baby's ear, I thought I would take the initiative to record some of this madness. Here it is. I plan to just post as these wonderful occurences happen. I anticipate with three boys for there to always be plentiful material to share!
If you wonder where the name of the blog came from, check out the pic. I found these shirts once, that couldn't have been more perfect. Three monsters, and "Here Comes Trouble"... Our life couldn't be summed up any better. Enjoy!

Shooter to Gunner- "Do you wanna smell my arm pit?" Gunner says no. Being considerate, Shooter offers "Wanna smell my other arm pit then?"

Check out my prize in my cereal box this morning. It's our remote control that went missing yesterday. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!

Archer just smelled Chris' goatee and said "OH!! That smells AWFUL!" Are you really surprised?!?

Gunner has been listening to us too much... He just got mad at his brothers and said "When yall grow up, I'm going to come to your house and break all your stuff!" Then he threatened to have them arrested. Brotherly love!

I walked into the living room, to find Shooter holding a bra. Me- "Shooter... Put. That. Down." Shooter- "But Mama, I want boobies!" What!?!?!?!?

I lay down on the bed on my stomach... So Archer sits on me and says Get up, you cow! Then he pulls my hair. So I sit up...and he hits me in the head with a pillow. Who is teaching him this stuff? Really?!?

So, did anyone at Midway hear Archer talking to his Pawpaw once singing stopped this morning at the end of church service? He was very loudly and distinctly saying "I'm going to knock you into next week!" Awesome.

While discussing my grandparents, I explained to Gunner they were with God. He asked, how did they get there? Fly a plane? Among other things, he also said, Why haven't I ever seen God's face? That boy just thinks so deep.

Archer was in a department store with his Grandmother and he crawled up into a clothes rack. The next thing we knew, the whole rack was traveling across the store! He's so mischievous!

Archer walks up to me, kicks me in the shin, and walks off. Me: Why did you do that? Him: It was an accident. My child is a heathen!

I had to fuss at Archer a bit ago, he was being "Archer" again... He covers his face with his hands and says "I can't deal with this! I can't deal with this right now!" I swear they only pay attention to the things they shouldn't!

Why are the Smurfs so small? Do you think they're little blue ants? Then what are they?- Gunner's latest ponderings on the great mystery of Smurfs...

Per Gunner, why he needs a haircut: "Because I look like a lady?!"

Do you know how you get someone's attention that is ignoring you? You kick them in the ear apparently, or so Shooter believes. Awesome little boy rules!

"What kind of animal is a smurf?" -Gunner....Um...Well....

Archer just said to me, "Buzz off, you stupid woman." Wow!

"Butterflies have butter, that's why they're called butterflies." -Gunner. ..I never knew that! Haha

Archer's self proclaimed stench: "Ketchup, mustard, pizza, and ketchup."