Saturday, June 26, 2010
Normally it is full of slightly trashy, slightly too big and old,
slightly not enough clothes on their mamas, slightly too little supervision,
slightly too little swim suit covering up their bums, kids.
Yesterday wasn't so bad and there were only about ten of us.
Will had a B-L-A-S-T.
Since the sun never even poked out he kept coming back
to me saying "mama, my chin is bouncin'!"
SO much fun.
Then it was time to leave.
An hour and a half past both of their naptimes.
Sob city. Scream city. Tantrum city.
Then he realized he HAD nicked his big toe
when he fell down the third time.
And "it hurts Wiiiiiilly (really)bad." sob, sob, sob.
"mama, I broke-ded my fuuuuuut (foot)" sob, sob, sob.
"It hurts wiiiiillly, wiiiiillly bad"....on and on, forever.
Then this morning after putting on his shoes,
he remembered that big toe.
And it was like it had just happened.
"mama, it hurts WILLY, willlllly, bad."
"I need the medicine to make it feel better."
"I need some ban-bains (band-aids) and medicine."
"mama, I broke-ded my fuuuuuut."
"I need daaaaaddy. Why isn't daaaaaddy comin' home?"
(chris is golfing for the weekend)
Seriously, I hope your dad is coming home soon
because you must have inherited this wimp gene from him.
Maybe you'll play World Cup soccer...
you've got the drama when you fall part down.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
but I must give props where props are due,
and Chris deserves big props in the dad
AND husband department.
but perfect is boring, and not real
and he's THE REAL DEAL.
the big kahuna
He works hard all day.
Up early, home late
we don't even let him change his clothes before
we attack (dudes)
and sometime snap (me)
he grins and bears it.
he showers the dudes with kisses
and then heads straight out to play baseball
or legos or cars
or some other mind numbing thing
when all he wants to do
and deserves to do
is put his feet up
and take a deep breath.
I love him because he compliments me everyday.
he makes me laugh.
he makes a big effort to make me happy.
he watches the WORST shows on television.
he knows that if he is embarassed by something
on TV he shouldn't change the channel
because it is my favorite part of the show.
he does ALL the yardwork
and claims to like doing it.
he finally admits he likes romantic comedies.
he knows how to calm me down in ANY situation.
he doesn't raise his voice.
he's handsome and (newly) skinny.
we've been together since we were 15
and married for almost 7 years
and I would still rather hang out with him
than anyone else.
we all know that he loves us because
he tells us every day.
the kids love him because he's fun.
he's never said no to playing with them.
he's the best book reader.
he buys them gummies.
he takes them to work with him.
he comes back each morning ten times
if asked for another hug and a kiss.
he doesn't put water in their juice.
he lets them watch movies before (instead of) bed.
he takes them to the driving range.
And, he's a sucker for one moment of sweetness
after hours of bad behavior.
thanks for all that you do...
we love and appreciate you!!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday, Shooks!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Thanks for hosting us, Fosters
and for helping us wear out the dudes
so they would take a long Sunday nap!