Snake Eyes

Not a gambling term around our house...it is what Griffen is requesting the eye surgeon put in his one eye when it gets operated on this summer. Now, no matter what I tell him he is determined that the Dr. is IN FACT able to do this if only we ask him...we continue to argue the point!

On another front I took some pictures of the boys today to send out with our New Years letter...yes we are sending out a New Years letter instead of a Christmas letter. Don't ask! Here are a couple that did not make the cut..

Your Next American Idol

I seriously think that he is just as good as some of the people that we have seen this past 2 weeks during the Idol auditions. AND....he is much cuter!!

Blogging

OK, I think that maaaybe I am a little addicted to this whole blog scene. Aside, from keeping up with friends and family that are far away I have spent way too much time peeking into other peoples lives. There are a couple that I have come across just by hitting 'next blog' on my screen. One is this girl from Brooklyn who is HI-LARIOUS! I actually almost peed my pants reading her blog one night. Then Wes came in the room and he was laughing just as hard. It is the closest I will ever be to single, 26, and living in New York city. It's one of my new favorite passtimes!

And the hits just keep on coming

So everyone knows the song 'Whole world in his hands' right? Well, here at our house when Carsen sings it we get a liiittle different version then I am sure you have heard in the past. It goes a little something like this:

"He's got the whole world in his hands, he's got the itchy, bitchy kids in his hands....."

Now in case it has been a while since you have heard the song the verse he was trying to sing actually goes like this:

"he's got the itty, bitty babies in his hands."

I just can't make this stuff up!

Quote Of The Week

"I'm just a dreamer wasting everybody's time."
Carsen

SHARP TOOTH!!!??

So yesterday, I let the boys have one of those miniature soda's and Carsen was enjoying his in the kitchen while I was in the front room. All of the sudden he is crying fairly hard and running to me saying that he cut his finger. Upon inspection I noticed that it was a little more then your average scratch. It is on the end of his finger and a pretty good little cut, with a decent amount of blood....(there was blood hence the crying! **see previous post**) I then had to ask how did you get this cut and through his tears he pointed to a place on the wall that has a little paint chip out of it that I have yet to touch up. So I go to it and feel it for myself and it is as smooth as can be so being of some intelligence I know that he did not cut it on this spot. The conversation then proceeds as follows:

ME: "Carsen, you did not cut your finger on the wall. Now tell me how you cut yourself."
CARSEN: (through his sobs) "I was not playing with knives!!!"

I then go into the kitchen to check the crime scene for a knife......No knife.....

ME: "Carsen, How Did You Cut Your Finger...????"

CARSEN: "It was my sharp tooth. I bit me with my SHARP TOOTH!!" "Really, I did!!"

After some serious sleuthing I figured out that it was not in fact his sharp tooth it was the lip on the soda can but he did not want to tell me that just in case I was going to take the soda away. When I asked him about it he stuck to his story... "It was my sharp tooth" He finally confessed to his dad later that evening. Note to self....teach the kid how to make up better lies to cover his tracks!!!

Overheard Conversations

This conversation took place in our garage between Griffen and two of his neighborhood friends. I will set the scene for you:

Griffen is getting his bike out of the garage to go riding with his 2 friends they have entered through the garage door and are just surveying the area. They end up seeing the 2 large girlie/car/airplane calendars that Pappy has hanging in the garage...you know the type. It's a calendar from the auto parts store but just to make sure that they have the full attention of the target audience they add a scantily clad chick working on the car or sitting on the hood.. you know because that is what is going on in all auto shops across the nation! I mean I can't tell you the number of times that I have went to pick up my car from being worked on and the place is CRAWLING with models in swimsuits..even in January!! How they stay warm I will never know! So there's the scene...

8 year old Boy #1: Look at those girls!

8 year old Boy #2: (looks sheepishly at the pictures.)

8 year old Griffen: Yeah, I told my Dad to get rid of them but he just likes the cars and airplanes. He doesn't even like girls...

Boy #1: Oh, so he doesn't like the girls?

Griffen: No, he just likes cars and stuff like that.

Unfortunately, they were walking out the end of the garage by this time and my bionic ear was not working properly so I did not get to hear the rest of this exchange. I am however patiently waiting for Pappy to come home from work so I can have a good laugh when I tell him that his son is telling his friends that his dad "doesn't even like girls!"

Oh life with kids in a small town...I don't even need TV for entertainment.....Wait..I didn't just say that did I?????

blog test

if you are reading this then I finally got this to work. It was not showing anything since Dec. So this is a test. This is only a test. I thougth I would include a picture in this test just to make sure that works too. This was a squadron sledding trip over christmas break. Beautiful weather, fun day!

Technical Difficulties!

For those of you who have said that you tried and it won't let you comment I have changed the settings and you should be able to now.

Signed;

Anxiously awaiting you comments

How we measure pain

Having 2 well...3 boys in the house has taught me how to measure pain. This past Sunday Wes had his first hockey injury of the season. When he came home my comment was, "What the hell happened to you face?" when I first saw him. His comment back was "I ran into another guy, it's not that bad, it didn't bleed too much." Afterwards, he looked in the bathroom mirror with decent lighting and realized that it was a fairly deep gash across the bridge of his nose. Not stitch worthy but still I probably would have been crying! Carsen also seems to be following this rule of measurement this morning he was upstairs and I heard him hit something then a brief cry out. I from downstairs asked what happened. He immediately stopped crying and replied, "Oh I am fine there is no blood." So apparently, if there is little or no blood...it's all good!