The Literal Manifestation of a Butt Face (sorry, Grandma)

We found ourselves in a serious predicament last week when our church's talent (or un-talent) show rolled around.  We'd signed up both Shelby & Noah to do performing acts with Daddy, but then Shelby & Noah came down with fevers and weird speckled throats. 

We didn't want to let the show down, so we decided to save the Noah act and contrived a way for Noah to be there "in spirit."  We made him a "face" on a stick.  We had to cut other parts of the act, like simulated wind, rain and costumes (it would have been majorly, epically awesome - eh there's always next year!), but it still worked.  Oh!!!  And little did we know that we'd just struck KID ENTERTAINMENT GOLD!!

Noah seriously fell in love with his face.  Posing with it….

Dancing with it….

Lounging with it…

KISSING IT!…. (I do NOT know who he's observing that's kissing like that, okay? Yuck)

Ummmm, more posing with it…

Naturally, Shelby began begging to have her very own face.  And naturally (especially after now realizing the potential I'd uncovered for hours of kid entertainment), I happily complied!  And besides, having two Shelbys would be a dream come true!  :)  (well, sometimes, anyway)

And if one face was good, then two was BRILLIANT! They had face fights….

And face kisses…

Watched Scooby Doo together…all four of them...

And Noah proudly taught Shelby his "butt face" pose.   He was VERY proud.   As for me, his mother, the one that's supposed to be raising him into a proper gentleman, well…I was cracking up too much to reprimand him for using the "b" word.  And "tushie face" just isn't as funny, am I right??

For a couple of hours, Connor remained oh-so-mature and above all this face nonsense.  But HAH!  He finally caved!

Connor admiring Noah's buttface technique:

And of course, all toys left on the floor eventually become cat fodder:

Another perk:  Shelby never has to be lonely when she's home from preschool and waiting for "her boys" to come home!

By the way, here's how "Noah in Spirit" looked while performing on stage with Daddy (video stills, not the actual video - sorry!):

Yup.  Well, moving on ... despite my constant nagging them to keep their faces upstairs ("Put your faces upstairs!"  "Take your faces away!"  "Three faces is enough to look at!"), the kids insist on keeping them downstairs where they can be played with as soon as the urge hits them.  So, when not in play, the faces reside in our library books basket.  And basically scare the crackers out of me every time I turn around and do NOT expect to see people in my living room!