Thursday, December 27, 2007

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Ethan & Hunter's Christmas surprise.

This is the face that Ethan made when he found out he was getting a trampoline.  Do I really need to say anything else?

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Too much time on his hands

My husband the crazy one in the family, decided to entertain the boys. Very creative, but seriously - who is is writer? Aren't they On Strike?

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

You will pay Aunt Anjie, You Will Pay

Yes, Aunt Anjie, you will pay for giving my children that Snoopy Snow Cone Maker. In the cold rainy weather, I had to make grape snow cones this evening. Not a fun task - holding down a freezing ice cube to make a snow cone the size of a pecan.

And yes they enjoyed it, I'm just saying I didn't. :)

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

My son knows his music.

On the way home from school yesterday we (the children & I) were listening to Sirius Satellite Radio and the On-Air Personality - is that PC or what? - was talking about how excited she was because Mick Jones was going to be in the studio soon. Her specific comment went something along the lines of ...because he was in the Clash, one of the most influential bands blah, blah, blah... Well, I hear Ethan say:

"I love The Clash."

A little shocked I reply: "Oh yea, what is your favorite Clash song?"

Instead of giving me a song title he bursts into song:

"This is Radio Clash on Pirate Satellite..."

I was shocked and amazed, I mean what 6 year old in the 21st Century knows his Clash. Apparently mine does. Have I done a good job or what?

Oh by the way, I'm taking him to see the Foo Fighters for his 7th birthday. I'm going to be a cool MOM!

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Silent but Deadly

Poor little Hunter has Croup. Last night at 2:24 (yes, I looked at the clock) we set up for another steamy shower because his cough got so heavy and congested I was worried he wasn't breathing well. After a good 15 minute steam, I got him redressed in his pajamas and cuddled up next to him in my bed. We talked of huggie pillows & he rolled over and looked at me with a giant smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye and said:

"Don't tell Dad."

"OK." from me thinking Daddy didn't need to know about Huggie Pillows.

"I'm going to fart on his side of the bed."

I laughed at loud. Mason will probably never sleep in the bed again.