Friday, January 27, 2012

First Pinewood Derby

I'm being held prisoner, against my will. I am not allowed to go to bed until I tell the whole world the most important news of the day. It should be front page headlines according to an eight year old boy and his Dad.
 The lineup of cool cars

 Andrew's orange race car.

Andrew participated in his first Pinewood Derby tonight. I was very nervous and hoped he wouldn't come in 18th place out of 18 cars. After all, I've heard these are very competitive "my Dad is bigger than your Dad" contests, and I sure didn't want Andrew to be a Dud on his first time out! After he handily won the first couple heats he ran, I sat back and was pleased. (And secretly wished it would be over soon because apparently, Pinewood Derbies last FOREVER!)
Heat after heat, he kept winning (and his head kept growing larger and larger), until finally, he was left undefeated and won 1st place in his first ever Pinewood Derby! Yeah Andrew! (and Dad-- since he did most of the work!)
 Top three finishers-- go Andrew!

Sadly, we have nowhere to go but downhill from here, so next year is sure to be a disappointment!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Colonel Mustard's Birthday

I failed to post last week about Colonel Mustard's Birthday. It was on the 16th. Since Colonel Mustard isn't too fond of me posting about him (it's my blog--I'll do what I want!) I will keep it short and sweet.

You've had a Birthday shout Hoooray!
You turned 25 years old today!
Still not a gray hair on your head!
And you still have a hot chick that sleeps in your bed!

He was quite uncooperative for picture taking--and he didn't get anything too exciting for his birthday either. His wish list was short--- and very expensive--- and his wife is already knocked up and roughly the size of a baby whale, so that kind of put a damper on fun Birthday surprises. (what? Don't act shocked! We have five kids for heaven's sake!)  Better luck next year babe! Love you--and Happy belated Birthday!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Deep Thoughts...

Spray paint smells really good--makes one want to inhale. Opening the fridge smells really bad--makes one want to run to the bathroom and vomit. Only the logic of a sick pregnant woman could explain this phenomenon. Mmmmmm....where's some more spray paint?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Dear Abby

Dear Abby,
Andrew, my oldest child, has always been a very inquisitive child and I've always handled his questions by answering them very scientifically--I don't give a sugar coated little kid version. I explain it until I can see I'm totally over his head, or we Google the topic for more information.

Being pregnant, with an 8 year old in the house, has led to many questions and discussions which have gotten pretty in depth--that's okay, I'd rather he ask me than some stupid kid at school that will give him some dirty completely inaccurate reply.

So....tonight, the kids wanted breakfast for dinner--eggs and toast for the boys. Ethan, my six year old, asks if there is a yolk in bird eggs, which undoubtedly leads to a discussion about bird eggs vs. human eggs, how the baby bird grows vs. how the babies in my tummy grow, etc.................and then comes the point blank question every parent dreads almost as much as handing over the car keys.

"Mom, how did Dad fertilize the eggs?"

Alrighty then....I pretended not to be shocked (and really I shouldn't have been--he's been asking around it for months). For a moment, I mourned what will be the loss of his childhood innocence, and then I mourned the loss of Colonel Mustard's inside joke about getting a spanking when he's bad.....and then I told Andrew His Dad and I would be happy to have that discussion with him at a later time, but now, at dinner with his little brother and sister present, was not the time.

Ethan replied, "I want to know! I promise I won't make fun of the names of the body parts!"

Been there parents--- PLEASE help me. Is he too young to be completely honest with? How much do I explain? He seems so young, will he be scared for life?

Knocked up Mom

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Ethan Writes...

This is what Ethan brought home from primary last Sunday. He handed his paper to Colonel Mustard and asked him to tape something back on, which Colonel Mustard did without noticing the creative caption at the bottom--a member of the bishopric noticed it first and pointed out Ethan's good "penmanship." We are so proud!

I guess we should at least give him points for spelling it right???

Friday, January 13, 2012

They have names!

I informed Colonel Mustard that if he didn't come up with something for the girls I was naming them Snowball and Buttercup- yes I know, they sound like names for Pomeranians, but I'm over it. Colonel Mustard came home and informed me he has picked the names they will be.....drumroll........

Princess and Barbie!

I can't wait!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Ava says....

"Mom, there's a tomato!"

"There's a what?"

"There's a tomato!"

"A tomato?"

"Outside! There's a tomato!"

"Oh, you mean a tornado?!"

"Yeah, a tomato!"

"Oh, it's not a tornado, it's just a thunderstorm."

"Well, its freaking me out!"

"Well if it's still there when we go to sleep you can come"nuggle" in my bed!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year!

It's 2012! Yeah! To celebrate, my boys just filled up a huge water bottle and promptly let it fall all over the kitchen floor. Let's hope it's not a sign of things to come in the new year!...and the rude 20 year old cashier at Publix asked if I was about ready to pop tonight...I still want to maim him for suggesting such a thing---I know I'm fat, but I really didn't think I was that big yet!

I have to go to bed now, church starts at 9am tomorrow (sick and wrong) and the new year brings big changes there. Andrew goes to Senior primary tomorrow, and Ava goes to Sunbeams--all my kids will be in primary tomorrow--my goodness we are OLD!

Here's hoping 2012 is a wonderful year!