Memorial Day weekend

Memorial Day Weekend aka the poops and the peepee's. We actually had a really great weekend. The weather was pretty nice and Evan behaved really well which was a much needed break from his typical state of holy terror. We decided to push the limits of his good behavior and head to our favorite Mexican Restraunt. Things went really well. Evan was being very good, using his inside voice and actually coloring the paper with the crayons verses the menu. THen the food came. We ordered a cheese quesidilla (sp?) with beans and rice for Evan. He looked at his plate, looked at Rob, looked back at his plate and then looked at Rob with this confused look on his face and said "Dada that poop on my plate." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He thought his refried beans were poop. It was hilarious. Rob reassured him that it was in fact beans and not poop, but Evan kept looking at Rob and with all seriousness saying "No Dada that poop on my plate". After a few minutes of going back and forth Evan finally stopped looking at Rob and looked at his plate one last time and under his breath says, " That poop next to my rice". It was hysterical! He didn't eat anything because it all touched the poop. So that was Sunday. On Monday we went to my mother-in-laws for a lobster/ clam bake. Evan was happy because he got to play outside with his cousin Ethan all day. Rob left early for his softball game and I stayed with the boys so Evan could continue to play. At one point Evan fell and said he had boo-boo's on his leg. My sister-in-law went to see if he was okay because I was trying to get Cole to sleep. While she was checking him he started to go peepee or said he had to go, I'm not really sure, but we thought he already had gone. He was in his swimming trunks so I asked Rebecca to hose him off. She went to get the hose from her husband who had just finished washing and waxing his Cadilac. Evan went over to him and pointed at the tire and kept saying tire, tire. John thought he was admiring his nice, clean tires and said yeah those are tires. I was sitting with Cole quite a distance from Evan when from under a car I could see Evan's swim trunks around his ankles. OH NO!!! Then came John's cries "He's peeing on my tire, he's peeing on my tire!" Sure enough Evan dropped trow and peed on John's nice clean tires. Again, hysterical. Armando, my father-in-law comes around the corner of the car bent over laughing. I was in tears I was laughing so hard. Everyone was laughing as my son "marked his territory" on John's Caddy tire. Thank goodness John found the humor in it! So that was our holiday weekend. Cole didn't really do much other then eat and sleep. It was a great weekend!