Thursday, April 30, 2009

My feeble attempt

Ok, Melain. The best video of this on youtube had a "embedding disabled" thing next to it but it did have a url link. So, that's the best I've got. Here's the link to the inspiration for our blog name. True that- double true! You can always talk to Dustin about other Lonely Island videos and songs.... he loves them. This one is still my fav.
Hope this works. I suck at technology.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Pay It Forward

There is this blog game going around called"Pay it forward". This is how it works: The FIRST THREE people to leave a comment on this post will receive at some point during this year a gift from ME. What it will be and when it will arrive will be a total surprise. The CATCH is that YOU MUST PLAY TOO! Before you leave your comment here, write a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (you can cut and paste these instructions). Then come back and let me know that you are going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The tides have turned....

What was flow, is now ebb. What was black, is now white. What was up, is now down. The world officially stood on it's head last night. Breckin has a new found fear of the dark. Not the dark in his room, mind you, but the dark outside his window. I think all the scooby-doo shows before bedtime finally caught up with him and if those pesky kids would come along and solve his fear, I'd be much happier. He was done with bathtime, books, and seventeen rounds of hugs and kisses by 8:30 but around 9:30- after several "Mommy, I'm scared" tuck-in and reassurances, here's the conversation we had....

Me: Buddy, it's time to fall asleep. You have your rocket ship night light and your airplane lamp on, it's not even close to dark in here. It's ok- Mommy and Daddy are right here.
Breckin: But, I'm scared of the dark.
Me: I know, sweetie, it's ok. I was scared of the dark, too. As soon as you fall asleep, you won't be scared anymore. Look, you have your good night friends taking care of you.
Breckin: Ok.

I start to creep out the door.

Breckin: Mommy, I'm still scared of the dark.
Me: Buddy, just try to close your eyes and fall asleep.
Breckin: But I'm really scared of the dark. I need my Daddy.

That was it. For those of you who are wondering what the big deal is- it's right there. I need my Daddy. Anytime Breckin gets a boo-boo, is scared, doesn't want to do something- he runs to Mommy. I tried my best to conquer his fear and all he wanted was Daddy. I thought I'd known happiness when he wanted me but it doesn't compare to the happiness I saw on Dustin's face when all Breckin wanted was his Daddy. And, sure enough- Dustin goes in there for 5 minutes and Breckin is asleep, happy, and not scared anymore. The tides have turned. Yeeeee Haawwwww!!!!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I'm blaming kickball

Alright, what is the deal? We get half way through kickball and Breckin comes down with a fever. One minute he was playing on the slides at the best park in town, the next he's in my lap almost asleep. Seriously? I mean, I know kids get sick pretty dang quick but seriously? So, here we are again- day 2 of being home with sick kid. He's had a fever off and on for two days and no sign of infections... doctor says he's fine. I think kickball is going to be Breckin's Costco.

I kid you not- every weekend our family went to Costco when I was a kid and I HATED it. I reserve HATE for very few things and Costco was one of them. Senseless violence, child rapists, drunk drivers, and Costco. Now, I don't mind Costco now but my sister and I would come up with all sorts of reasons why we needed to stay home from Costco. Tummy aches only worked for a few weeks so we switched to headaches, fevers, ear aches, gangren, tooth infections, bunions, broken bones (didn't even work one time), and hallucinations. I will tell you this- half way through a particularly horrendous Costco experience (no good samples and new tools AND golf clubs out on the floor- we were there seriously about three hours)- my sister started complaining about chills, shakes, head aches, and a sore throat. I even thought she was overdoing it but gave her a thumbs up when Mom wasn't looking. She was really laying it on thick and Mom almost bought it- but no, we still had to endure the new books, bad jeans, and giant boxes of the same flavor fruit snacks. Well, sure enough- we get home and my poor sister is COVERED in red spots. Yep, chicken pox. Mom felt sooooo bad for not believing her that we got to skip Costco for the next month. Go Heidi!!!

Anyway, so if my kickball games become Breckin's source of angst and pseudo-illnesses, I'm going to be upset. I love our new kickball team and finally associate group sports with fun! Hang in there, buddy- at least we don't make you go to Costco.