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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V6aXCRTICo
Hope this works. I suck at technology.

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.

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!!!!

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.

Over the mountain and through the desert...

To Granny's house we went. Well, we got back from Granny's house in Yakima yesterday (where we completely forgot the camera) and we are all home sick today. Go figure. We literally walked in the door at 11:30 and had to be at Lake Wilderness Park at noon for our Co-Ed Adult Kickball Jamboree. We made it but fortunately the ref and the guy that drew the lines were running late, too. Kickball rocks!!! Dustin made a sweet double play at first base and I covered home plate as catcher. We got our butts kicked two games in a row but we had a lot of fun doing it. Go !Hey That's My Bike!

So, Granny's was pretty low key- the mandatory lunch at Miners, watched a ton of movies, sat around and played.... Not much to do but somehow we always come home exhausted. And sick. Hopefully the Pullman trip goes better.

Happy Birthday Baba!!

Happy Birthday Baba! If you know Holly's dad, tell him happy birthday today!!! Also, we found out our due date- November 21st. No pics yet- James Dean went to bed just fine but so did Mommy- right on the couch. Maybe tonight...

My little man

Here's two classic Breckin moves in the last two days.

Hilarious Moment #1:
So, Breckin's really into airplanes, trains, things with wheels and big noises. Lately, airplanes are leading the pack. He has a brown, leather bomber jacket that he got when he was born that is sadly getting too small.... He also has a killer pair of blue Chuck Taylors that he is just now starting to love.
Anyway, we head off to school yesterday (or was it Monday) and as we pull into the driveway of school, he says "Mommy, let's turn around. I don't want to go to school today." Me: "Too late, buddy. We're here and I heard you're going to have a fun day. Look, there's Austin (kid in his class) waving at you in the window. He's excited you're here." We walk in, he goes right to the book shelf, leans one arm on the top of the shelf, crosses one leg in front of the other- totally looks like a miniature James Dean- and says, "Mom (he only calls me that when he's trying to pull a fast one), this place is boring."

Well, look who got too cool for school. Funny how that boring school sucked him right into the train track play station and had him rolling on the floor laughing with the other kids about 10 nanoseconds later.... What a faker.

Hilarious Moment #2:
Last night as I'm trying to tuck Breckin into bed and convincing him for the 43rd time that it's better for him to sleep in his bed than the couch or my bed, he gets squirrelier by the second. He's pushing the covers down as fast as I'm trying to sneak them up while handing him books or tools (his favorite bedtime pals). He finally looks at me and says "Mommy, I'm allergic to tucking in." WHAT??? I'm totally blaming Dustin for that one. I'm pretty sure I've heard him say he's allergic to vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, and doing dishes.

And so what happened to the boy who was allergic to being tucked in, you might ask? Yeah, Mommy and Breckin fell asleep on Mommy's bed around 9:30. I'm such a sucker.

I have to say, the pressure of having to add pictures has totally been lifted. I have a bunch of good ones and if I can get little James Dean to get over being tucked in, I might get them posted tonight.