Buttholes Are Beautiful {Happy Turkey Day from the Dudes}

Shock Factor: The subjective measure of the psychological “impact” of any given event.

The Dude has been accused of enjoying the shock factor. Hence the title of this post?

It seems Little Dude shares this quality.

The three and a half year old is growing into his boyhood – chock-full of all the “poopie dutie” talk you can handle.

The Dudes were lucky enough to spend Turkey Day in the mountains of West Virginia, and Little Dude’s conversations headed towards bathroom-talk very quickly…just to see the reactions.

As we awoke early one morning to enjoy the quiet of the mountains, we wiped the sleep from our eyes and gazed out at the skyline in the distance. Little Dude nonchalantly mentioned to the Princess and I:


Very matter of fact. No emotion. And again.


Princess immediately followed with:

Stop!!! That’s gross!!!

And Little Dude – turning his gaze back to the skyline, with a confidence beyond his years:

No. They are beautiful.

Three year old boys. A natural wonder.

I chose not to respond. Luckily, I have not heard this discussion again.

Where does this insanity come from?!?

On the flip side, the sweetness is equally as amazing. Randomly, Little Dude likes to share…

I love you. I need a hug.

Other than discussions of unmentionable anatomy, the mountain/Turkey Day festivities were fab, including…

Sledding, photo bombs, hikes to the Big Daddy Tree, snowball fights, s’mores,  fried turkeys, grilled oysters and lots o’ family time…

Although, it is nice to be home. And get the kids back to work (notice the Princess and her pace, and of course Little Dude’s focus on safety-first)…

Notable updates…

  • The Littlest Dude has hit 10 months and is pulling up and making a fantastically amazing noise that is somewhere between a bird and a car.
  • The Princess watched the first five minutes of The Hunger Games and bought a slingshot the next day. Looking forward to our first squirrel dinner.


Everything you need to know about the sweet Turkey Day cabin wrapped into some smooth jazz from Ylvis. A lyrical genius.

The Cabin


Is That You God? Nope, Just a Dude.

Ya know the telephone game that is on playgrounds these days? Spit a goofy voice in one end and the the kiddos will hear you on the other end.

I know the parental units out there know what I’m talking about.

How about that game magnified from the top of the tallest mountain overlooking a valley town, forcing anyone with in earshot to listen? And all you need to do is call a phone number to boom your god-like voice over the valley.


The Dude is 50% Norwegian. Or so they tell me. So this brilliance makes me proud of my homeland. 🙂 Nice work Norway.

I’m not sure what I’d want to say, but as Little Dude has already discovered, hearing your echo is awesome….regardless of what your saying. Usually the dumber the better.

I can only imagine the dumb shit that is echoing across Norway. Love the light-hearted ingenuity.

Via Unsworn Industries:

Telemegaphone Dale stands seven metres tall on top of the Jøtulshaugen mountain overlooking the idyllic Dalsfjord in Western Norway. When you dial the Telemegaphone’s phone number the sound of your voice is projected out across the fjord, the valley and the village of Dale below.

God? Nope, Just a Dude.

God? Nope, Just a Dude.