For my neice and nephews

We miss you!!!!

A little bit of rain

You know the saying, "When it rains, it pours"?  Well, it's been raining here for a little bit.  Nothing life threatening or tragic or anything, but just very annoying and inconvenient and it has put me into a bit of a funk.  Hence the reason for no blog posts.  Hopefully my desire to be somewhat clever and witty will return again soon (at least to the point that I had it before).

How else would a pirate dress for baseball?

In case you're wondering, the backpack across his body is his satchel.  Duh.

Boys are just gross

Tiger and I were walking down the street when he started digging around in his pocket.

Tiger:  Hey, what's in my pocket?
Me:  I don't know.  What do you have in there?
Tiger:  Oh, it's just boogers.

Flying Tiger

"Mom, when I'm a flying Peregrine Falcon and I dive down I won't even throw up."

The ridiculous story of the pirate costume

This boy and I were walking through Costco when he spied the Halloween costumes, and most particularly, this Pirates of the Caribbean Captain Jack Sparrow pirate costume.  The moment he saw it, he knew it had to be his and so he threw the appropriate tantrum to let me know that he had to have it.  Sadly, I totally gave in to the tantrum.  It was actually kind of cute and he had been so good overall during our very long shopping trip and so really, he deserved to have the costume.  Right?  So, we bring the costume home and as we are walking in the door he is desperately trying to open the bag to get the costume out.  I start getting him dressed up when I notice that the costume pants are missing.  So, I drag the boy back to Costco, half dressed in the costume, to get a pair of costume pants.  I must say that he was quite a sight to behold.  He was totally in his element dressed as a pirate and he made it his duty to acknowledge every person that we passed.  It's not every day that you see a little pirate walking through Costco you know.  Lucky for us there was one costume left and so after consulting with the customer service people we grab the pants and head out the door.  Finally!  But no!  As we were driving down the road back to our house Tiger informs me that one of the belts is broken.  Sheesh!  So, we head back to Costco again to swap out the broken belt shirt with the shirt from the other costume.  Finally, with all costume pieces in tact and accounted for, we head home.  As exhausting as that day was, it was worth it.  He has worn this costume every day since we bought it.  Of course now he says he wants to be a zombie for Halloween.  Whatever, as long as he is a pirate zombie. 

We fish

Now, when I say "we fish" what I actually mean is that Doug takes the kids fishing and I come along and sit in a chair and read a book and sometimes take pictures.  You know, family bonding time stuff.  Plus, there is no way that I am going to touch one of those fish or take it off of the hook or anything.  That's just smelly.  Fortunately Doug has no problem taking care of the smelly business.  There are many places that Doug takes the kids to fish, but this past Labor Day we chose a little pond just a bit north of us and the kids were each determined to catch a fish.  Goal accomplished (many times over).

 Tiger's first fish

 Tiger's super sad face after he got so excited that he decided he wanted to touch the fish before it was thrown back and the fish's dorsal fins totally poked a couple of holes in his little hand.  Needless to say he had no interest in touching the fish after that.

 Sparky's first fish.  This kid was reeling them in one after the other.

Woo's first fish.  My little fisher girl worked hard for this fish and boy was she proud.

Lovely

I was lying down on my bed this morning when Tiger came up and jumped on my back.

"Mom, you're the hippo and I'm the pig who can't swim."