Friday Dialogue...

A few hours ago, I shouted this out my kitchen window:

"If you dump one more bucket of sand on your brother's head, you are coming inside!"

To which my son replied:

"Don't worry, Mom. He likes it!"

And now I am finding trails and piles of sand throughout my house. Sandboxes are so overrated.

Happy Friday Night Party Night!

Action Shot...

My camera is temporarily under the weather. Until it is fixed, you may be forced to view several random photos of my children that have little or no meaning.

My apologies in advance.

I wish I had something profound to write about....that required no pictures.

Until then, how about this action shot:

Check out that drool!

Play Date Of All Play Dates!

Today we hosted a play date. The boys were so excited, and waited all morning for their friends to arrive. (They're really cousins, but the whole first cousin, once removed/second cousin, twice removed thing confuses me.) More importantly, they're family!

Here's the guest list:

Amber
Brandon
Justin
Tristan
Baby Bate
Melody
Michael
Matthew
And one puppy

Between the three of us, we have 10 boys. Wow. The testosterone was rampant.

The boys played, ate popsicles, and played some more.

It was a play date with only one minor glitch.....

It's ultra windy today and our 10' basketball hoop fell on Amber's car.

To Amber-I feel terrible about what happened. Please come back and play.

Preferably on a day less windy.

Spring Fever....

Spring has sprung (or at least it's beginning to).


We went to Target today to buy......ummmm.....I can't quite remember what we actually went there for specifically, but I do know that we bought the biggest container of bubbles known to man. A few other items accidentally slipped into our cart as well. A pair of 'Mario Kart' pajamas, two sun hats, a pair of 'Hulk' pajamas, and two bucket and shovel sets for digging in the sand.


Note to Derek: No, they didn't need the new jammies, but they "weawy" wanted them! I'm using my blog to warn you in advance, so that you can push through your anger while you're still at work and come home to us all bright and shiny!


We came home from our shopping adventure and packed lunches in our favorite old school (metal) lunchboxes that Uncle Dec and Aunt Lorie bought for us. We loaded the stroller and headed to the park. It was bliss.


The thermometer outside says it's 74 degrees. There is no greater happiness to a boy than warm weather and the promise of summer. Soon we'll be catching bugs and amphibians galore.


I can't wait.

Friday Freak Out...

While picking up toys, cheerios, socks and other lone items from under our TV stand, I discovered this:



I would have screamed, but I held it in as best I could. Waking two sleeping children would be far worse than coming face to face with a spider the size of a Volkswagen. The spider and I had a face-off for what seemed like hours. Neither one of us moved. I decided I had to take action. I blew on him to make sure he was alive. No movement. I blew harder. Still no movement. I grabbed a toy sword that just so happened to be lying beside me (we haven't a shortage of swords in this house). It took several attempts, and every ounce of courage, but I did it. I tapped him. What? No movement? Who could withstand a blow like that.


A plastic spider could.


The spider is history. Into the Goodwill bag he went. (Along with all other plastic creatures that may potentially cause me grief.) Now onto finding the boy who strategically hid him there.

HAPPY FRIDAY NIGHT PARTY NIGHT!!!

Need A Smile To Brighten Your Day?

This should do the trick............

For Sale (Will Deliver)

Logan is making me nutty. He climbs up and on EVERYTHING. Although he is my 4th son, I have never experienced inquisitiveness or determination like his.

Nothing is sacred to Logan.

Have you heard people joke about their kids hanging from chandeliers? Yesterday Logan swung on the light that hangs over our kitchen table.

If we forget to lock the pantry, this is what we find:

Look at the forensic evidence he left behind. As a mom, I can identify each of my boys' fingerprints with 100% accuracy. Those above are Logan's.

Could he at least go for the kid-friendly items located on the lower shelves? You stay away from the chocolate, and I promise not to touch your fruit snacks or fish crackers. Spare me the one thing that helps me make it through the day.

Today I've been cleaning like a mad woman. Scrubbing, dusting, polishing, disinfecting (you get the idea). Things were squeaky clean. I grabbed myself a vitamin water, and turned around to check out Wes on the baby monitor. One millisecond later, I heard a loud thud, followed by a splashing noise, followed by the sound of rain. Logan spilled my Vitamin Water, which landed right-side-up on the floor, shooting the remaining liquid like a rocket onto the ceiling, pot rack, and into Logan's hair. There I stood, silent. Where do I begin? As I scrubbed the sticky mess on my hands and knees, Logan walked up to me and pulled a barrette out of my hair (hair and all).

Here's the picture I'll post on CraigsList:

You're fooled, right? Although, he kind of looks like this:

I'm off to find a better picture.....