My Little Hero...

Last night, while I was coloring my hair, Eddie was playing the ps3 with his new blue tooth headset he bought himself. It was an online game so he was playing with 16 or so other people from around the world and the headset allows him to have a conversation with his fellow gamers. (isn't that just too cool?) Dave, being just as much as a child tormentor as I am, was doing his best to embarrass Eddie. This new headset easily picks up and broadcasts background noises so Dave started yelling random things in the background. Apparently the yelling downgraded into Dave loudly saying random "Your Momma..." jokes so the other players could hear. This got JonJon attention very quickly. The little guy ran into the room and told Daddy that he was being mean and that his momma wasn't dumb, short, fat, or ugly. Followed by "You better tell mommy you're sorry or else you will be in big trouble."

How do I know all this? Dave came in the bathroom, while I sat with stinky bright red goo on my head, laughing to tell me sorry. Awww my hero.

My Son The Future Author...

Every once in a while Eddie has a homework assignment for literature class where he has to write a short story. I have to share this particular one because it sums up his personality so well. Enjoy and read at your own risk.


What really happened to Humpty Dumpty
By: Eddie
There once was Humpty Dumpty, the egg, who enjoyed sucking on lollypops on an eight hundred ft. wall. When the egg wanted to go buy lollypops he would jump off the wall and land on a pillow, so he could go next door to the five cent candy store. This day was just the same as any day. The king was out hunting with his golden musket .the townsfolk were begging. The children were scurrying, screaming, and laughing. As the king shot his weapon it misfired, and blew Humpty into a million pieces. All the king said was “That was one lucky shot; no I mean we’ll all miss Humpty a lot.” And it was true. The townsfolk did miss him because he was the best breakfast they would ever have. Sadly, the king was dethroned and beheaded for killing the last Dou-Dou bird egg. Now that you know the true story of Humpty Dumpty you must join the F.B.I. or be devoured by the giant squid.
The end

*welcome to the F.B.I.*

Fun Now In Exchange For Years Of Therapy Later (aka I Love To Torture My Kids)...

A little over a week ago I hurt myself doing something um well stupid. My little mishap left me with a sprained/possibly broken thumb. To attempt to speed the healing I have been wearing a lovely flesh colored thumb immobilizer. For whatever reason this thing totally creeps JonJon out. He will pull his hand away and run around to the other side of me if he forgets and and holds my bad hand. He doesn't want me to touch anything of his with the wrapped hand. So being the loving mother I am, I torture him with the hand at all possible moments. After I tuck him into bed, give hugs and kisses, and do everything at bedtime with my good hand, I'll give him a pat on the head with the bad hand right before I walk out the door. I'll ask for him to give me 5 on the good hand and then switch hands while he is in mid slap. After pouring him a drink with my good hand, I hand it too him with my bad hand. Oh the fun is endless. And the fun is just not limited to the youngest child. Yesterday we took the kids to Toys R Us so Eddie could use his gift card he got. He also got all the money he has earned for the past year or so gathered together. All together it was quite a wad of cash. He beelined for the ps3 games. While he was deciding on what he wanted to spend his money on Dave and I noticed they actually had a couple wii in stock. We decided to offer Eddie to make up the difference if he wanted to put his money towards a wii. As we made said offer you could see the two little ones' faces light up. Erica immediately started rattling off games we could get. To all of our disbelief Eddie chose the ps3 game and headset he picked out. As we were driving home Dave told the kids that was their one and only shot at getting a wii. And I just couldn't help myself, I had to say "Thanks Ed."

In my defense, I'm a stay at home mom, I have to find my entertainment somewhere. Hopefully Dave will always have insurance that covers psychological visits we may need them in the future.

Oh Christmas Tree...All Over My Floor...

Dave hauled the two large Rubbermaid containers of Christmas decorations/tree up from the basement Monday night. I am 3/4 of the way done with the indoor decorations, which means the two very large Rubbermaid containers are still sitting in my living room. The tree is fully assembled and decorated and the mantel has been Christmased up. What is left inside is to wrap the banister with greenery and ribbons, decorate the kitchen with greenery, ribbon, and lights and make a wreath and hang it up. Oh yeah and plug in what I like to call my Corona Christmas tree. (you've seen the commercial) Then it is off to the great (frozen) outdoors to wrap the house in greenery, ribbons, lights and hang multiple wreaths. Every year I think how smart those that leave their lights up year round are as my fingers freeze and break off. But when it is all done, and the boxes are put away, I always love how pretty and festive the house looks. Now if I could only find a less realistic artificial tree, one that does not leave "needles" all over the place.