Dinner Time Antics

If you are a two year old, wanting to get out of dinner, and have tried EVERY OTHER EXCUSE known to man to get down from the table....what's next?

Well, maybe this line.....

Ryan: I can't eat anymore.

Mom: Yes you can, sit down and eat.

Ryan: I can't....my teeth are hurting me, so my can't eat anymore.



That's a new one.

Baptism

Well...better late than never. Right?

Today both boys were baptised at St. Anne's, the church where Rich and I were married. The baptism was perfect because it was done especially for us and our close friends the Locke's and the Burrell's. A total of six kids were baptised and they all did so good!

A picture of the boys before we left.


You didn't think we could get them to all look at the camera at the same time, right?


Camden


Colson


Kirsten


Aidan


Matthew


Ryan

Signs

Sky diving is one of those things that tops my bucket list. I hate the term bucket list, but it is essentially the description of what you want to do before you die. I want to sky dive REALLY bad. I don't know why, but it has just been something I have always wanted to do.

Yesterday we drove to Sacramento because Rich found me a foot reflexology place that was cheap and runs a 10:00-11:00am deal. One hour for $12.99. Little excites me this much, but to say the least I was ECSTATIC!! As we were driving through the Lodi/Acampo area we looked up and saw all of the sky divers flying above us. The boys love them. I love them. As we were watching I said, "God, what a perfect day for a jump."

I had told Rich that I would do this one day. I would jump out of a plane on my own free will. However, I wouldn't do it until both the boys were older, because I simply can't justify to myself electively choosing to do something that could end my life and take a mother away from two boys. Yes, I could get in an accident tomorrow (God forbid), but still...the risk is not worth it for me. I would wait until they were grown, educated, and ready for life.

As we were driving back yesterday and say another group of jumpers scattered throughout the sky, I said to myself....SCREW IT! I'm, doing it! People do this every weekend and I am not going to wait. Just do it!

At 8:30 last night, Rich came in to the living room from being on the computer. He asked, "What time did we drive back from Sac yesterday?" Pause...."Um I think about 11:30am." Pause..."Well, today at about 1:30pm, two sky divers were killed in Acampo while practicing for a competition. There was actually three people who had their chutes tangled up and one of them was lucky enough to break free. The other two were not and they fell to their death."

I am a big believer in signs. And this is just short of somebody renting a Cal-Trans sign and putting it in my front lawn saying, "HEATHER...DO NOT GO SKY DIVING!"
Not now, at least.

Balloon Festival

We got up EARLY on Sunday to drive to Ripon to see the hot air balloons take off. They inflated a couple, but they never took off because of the wind. Matthew was interviewed by a local tv station....the one Rich is OBSESSED with...so needless to say it made Matt's day. Enjoy!

Here we are...6:45am-ish. I am not usually up this early on the weekends. :-)


Here is Matthew being interviewed by Alan Sanchez


Daddy and Ryan.


Matthew and Alan

Picture

Here is the playroom. You know the saying "If you take it picture it will last longer?" Here's hoping....


And I thought I would share a sample of Ryan's artistic side.


His canvas...bathroom sink.
His paint...toothpaste.
His punishment...timeout.

Rich vs. Heather

If you are out and about this weekend, head on over to the Marini's because we are having our annual garage sale for end of summer/early fall. Please don't confuse this one with the end of winter/early spring garage sale, or the spring is over/let's make room in the garage before summer is here, garage sale. This one is COMPLETELY different than those other ones. Get it straight people!

My goal for this garage sale, like ALL THE OTHERS, is to get rid of as much SH@# as I can. I am not the kind of person that has emotional attachment to things. I get emotionally attached to things like children and Sandra Brown books...but that is really about it. Now, my husband on the other hand, can't throw stuff away. He might entertain the idea of making money from it, but Goodwill doesn't benefit from him ever cleaning things out. If you went into his closet right now there would probably be a shirt HANGING UP from the late eighties. He probably wore it one night to God only knows where, has a "hysterical" story that happened while wearing the shirt, so it will be with him for life. Me, on the other hand, I have nothing in my closet from last fall. If I don't have empty hangers, then what would be my excuse to Rich to fill them up?

I have been working in the boys toy room for the past 45 minutes. I think I am making great progress. I have successfully chosen a few toys to keep for the boys and boxed the others with the price tag $.10 or free to good home. Our boys have too much. All kids do. But, here the deal. Christmas is a hop, skip and a jump away...and so is both of my boys birthdays. So every year when we plead to the grandparents not to get toys again, they pretty much laugh at us and attack Toys R Us like it is the dollar store. I am simply planning ahead.

What I would like to document now is the "I told you so" part of the post. My "I told you so" is this....Rich told me to go through their toy room and box up all of the stuff that I think should go in the garage sale. Okay, check! Now here is where it gets interesting...tonight, when he gets home from work and goes through EVERY box I have put together, he will take at least 40-50% of the stuff out of the box and say, "No. No. No. No. We are not getting rid of this. And this...Heather, don't you remember when they played that game last summer for five minutes and had so much fun. We're not getting rid of it so take it back in the house." That is my "I told you so." Do you remember my previous post where I mentioned that Rich might be a hoarder? I wasn't joking.

The funniest part of this...Matthew told his teacher he would not be in to school tomorrow (Friday) because he had to stay home to work the garage sale. His teacher simply looked at me and I assured her that he would be at school and not to worry, we only abuse child labor laws on the weekends.

Just Post Already!

This post is for my sister only! Maybe now she'll get off my back about not posting and go POST SOMETHING HERSELF!!!!!!

Hodge podge of my life right now....

1. I am addicted to the new show HOARDERS. I think if I changed jobs, I would dive deep into the psycho-analysis behind that phenomenon. A. Because I just don't get it. B. I think I am married to one.

2. I can't breathe. My head is so congested right now, I feel like at any time I could cut my nose off. The not-so-lovely lady who REFUSED to give me the Sudafed last night at Target because it was "6 minutes past 6:00pm and her register was closed", better walk to her car at night with a buddy...I AM JUST THAT MAD!!!!! I am seriously like a crack-whore when it comes to my Sudafed. Our love affair knows no limits....well, maybe every 12 hour limits.

3. I took Matthew to the Lodi Public Library today. Apparently there is one. I really hadn't been there since high school and I can confirm that it looks EXACTLY the same. When my nose is properly functioning again, I will probably be able to confirm that it stills smells the same....dirty, old books, combined with homeless men who have not bathed or changed clothes in a week.

4. Our good friend Frank kicked some major ass (yes, I said it) yesterday in an IronMan competition. It was something like 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride, and 26.2 run. The guy finished in 11 hours and 14 minutes. RIDICULOUS!!! So happy for him. I vow never to complain about my 40-45 minutes daily on my STATIONARY BIKE AGAIN! It's not like it is hard, "frankly" I just get bored...especially if my book is not interesting. So cheers to you Frank for a fantastic effort!! There is a hot meal full of carbs waiting for you here at any time!


Noelle...I have no more to give.

MY

So, I been wanting to write a post about the word "MY". It is Ryan's way of saying "I", "Me", or "Ryan" in any form of sentence. He frequently says, "No, My do it!" and "Hmmm, what My want to eat?". The problem is I am one of those parents that corrects everything. It's simple, I am a teacher and I can't stand not correcting kids. I did it to Matthew always. He would say something grammatically incorrect and I would be all over it in a second. Here's the deal. I can't find it in my heart to correct Ryan. If I were to visit a psychologist they would probably say it has something to do with me not wanting to let go of this little bit of baby or toddler tendency that I will never have again...and they may be right, but I just think it is so cute. And the problem is I find myself saying it too. When talking to him I will say, "My want to play puzzles. Do you want to Ryan?" and Rich gets SO MAD at me because I am feeding this beast and not correcting it. I keep saying okay, next week we will practice good grammar.

The second part of the blog tonight I debated posting. I thought it was TMI and you all don't need to know ALL the stuff that happens in the circus of our family. But then I thought it is too funny not to tell. So, here goes....

Tonight as Ryan was getting into to the bath, he was taking off his clothes and throwing them over his head. Lastly he took off his diaper and here is the conversation that followed.

Ryan: My want to take this off.
Mom: (Turning around looking at a naked boy) What do you want to take off?
Ryan: This. (grabbing his privates)
Mom: What?
Ryan: My want to take it off. My no want it on right now.
Mom: Ryan, you can't take it off. It is attached to you. It's part of your body.
Ryan: (Staring at me trying to figure out what "attached" means) It no come off?
Mom: Nope. Sorry.
Ryan: OK.

Rich will probably kill me for posting this. But as you all have gotten to know Ryan a little better, this little incidence should have come to no surprise to any of you. And I thought you would get a kick out of it. I certainly did.

Privacy Please

Matthew is becoming a VERY private person. He doesn't like to change clothes in front of people sometimes, likes his privacy while in the bathroom...with the door shut and reading material included, and he especially likes his time away from Ryan. So, it was no surprise last night when he posted this sign outside the playroom. Now, the problem is they share a bedroom and they share a playroom. So neither has rights over the other room...all is fair in love and war at our house.

As Matt made a statement with the sign, I asked him what the purpose of the sign was and he said, "TO KEEP RYAN OUT!". See mom, it says "Do Not Cross" (Croos = Cross). I told him that it was an interesting approach seeing as if the only person in the house he wants to keep out, is the one that can't actually read.

The sign....



Here is Ryan taking it VERY SERIOUSLY! Can't you just hear him "I'm not in the room. I'm not. Look at my feet, they are not crossing the line. Ha! Ha!"

Reality Bites

So, our first grade honeymoon is OVER! O-V-E-R!

As I went in to wake up Mr. Matthew this morning, the first thing out of his mouth was , "Was yesterday Sunday or Saturday?" I replied, "It was Sunday." To which his response was (think annoying whining) "Ah man. I wish it was Sauturday. I just want to sleep in!"

Does is count that the first thing that I thought of when I first woke up this morning was...I can't wait for bedtime tonight!!!

The honeymoon is apparently over for the both of us.