What's that smell?

I ask myself that question multiple times a day. Being the mother of two in diapers and the owner of a stinky dogie, we have lots of unusual odors in this house. Today I was sniffing trying to figure out who needed a new diaper and James and I had a funny conversation.

Me: (sniffing)
James: Beeyon poo. (Translation: Baby pooped)
Me: Oh, Baby needs a new diaper?
James: (Shaking his head) No, Puppy.
Me: I don't think Puppy wears a diaper. Do you need a new diaper James?
James: No, no no no. Ma diaper. (He turns and runs into the kitchen)

I'll give you one guess as to who needed that new diaper... I guess our potty training days aren't as close as I thought. And now a few pictures for those who complain I am not blogging enough....

Here is James reclining on the couch after a big lunch. He has really learned how to relax...something I never though he would be able to do.

Luke doing a great job at his tummy time. He is mad that I moved his toy just out of reach, but is still trying very hard to get it.

During our game of dress-up Luke got to try on all the hats. The pirate hat is my favorite.

This is as close to the hats as James would get. Notice he climbed as high as he could onto the pile of pillows. Yet he was the one who told me which hat Luke needed to try on, and the one that asked to play hats. Silly boy!

James brought the swiffer mop into his room. To do this he had to drag it out from behind the trash can and up a flight of stairs. He only does this with toys that are his favorites. The mop even got a seat of honor next to him on his reading chair.