Scary stuff

It's that time of year again. Time to get the chil'rens dressed up and go huntin' for candy. It almost feels like stealing when we take candy from people. Seeing as how we only let the boys eat maybe 5 pieces out of 200 or so, and we eat the rest..well I guess it IS stealing. Either way, it's a silly day and I am all for it. We need more retarded holidays in this Country.

This year was by far the best yet. As it fell on a Monday, that meant we had the whole weekend to pack in Pumpkinfest '05. We went to a cool party at Steve and Erika's. Brady lost his mind when he saw his cousin Adam dressed up like a skeleton. It WAS pretty scary so he loses no cool points for breaking down. Jake was as cool as the other side of the pillow. He know's I'm the scariest bear in the woods so some costume aint gonna get him excited.

Tonight, the boys strolled the 'hood with us and robbed our neighboors blind. We left with empty bags and came home with at least 5lbs of sugar, food coloring, soy lecithin, TBHQ and other interesting and delicious chemicals. Our little firefighters stole the show and a few hearts as well. Chicks dig the uniform...

Now, about the pictures. Those are from tonight about 20 minutes after we walked in the door. That is what you get when you give our boys ONE mini Nestle Crunch bar or any chocolate bar for that matter. They start flying. Something in chocolate makes their bodies reject gravity and they begin to hover. They eventually build up to full blown flight. Haunted houses? Who needs 'em? Nothing is scarier than a 2 or 3 year old jumping off a couch, with every intention of landing on your head or, a more..*ahem*..sensitive area.

Oh man...

The boys are getting rough. Not crazy rough yet, but rough enough. Jake has decided the best defense for Brady's offense is to lay down and let Brady try his best. Surprisingly this tactic is highly effective. "Little Brudda" gets worn out a lot faster then "Big Brudda" that way. When they grow bored with knocking each other around the house, they come after us.

Now this is what I always wanted little brothers for. Wrestling matches in the living room, where someone ends up laughing till they pee, cry, or both. I love rough-housing for a totally different reason now though. Sometimes, when Jake has completed his Tour de Force, he'll grab on to me, look at me all out of breath, panting, and say,"Daddy...I...Love...You".

Further proof that Heaven exists right here on Earth.

Happy Birthday Brady!

You little goofball...you're 2 years old! Huh? What? How? I can't believe it either buddy. You are growing so fast and having so much fun in the process. Not a day goes by that I don't end up rolling on the floor, laughing at something you've done or said. Your sense of humor, and comedic timing are so many levels above my own that I probably miss half of your jokes. Keep it up pal. Never stop making people laugh...and especially keep making yourself laugh.

Your party was awesome. Lots of your cousins, aunts, uncles...and of course, all four of your grandparents. When everybody got here, we had to wake you up for your own party. You and Jake took an extra long nap, you must've known you would need it. In fact, Jake kept right on sleeping until about 30 minutes after everyone was here. That's my boys...

After we got you dudes up, everyone played outside while I cooked the burgers. You played on the slide and in the grass and showed your cousin, Rachel, your secret hiding place behind the bushes. Then, everybody came inside and ate their burgers.

Next came the booty! No, not that kind. Toys. Presents. The good stuff. You got some super cool stuff this year. You had fun opening up your presents and you let some of your cousins help you out too. What a champ!

Finally...Cake Time. Oh yeah, your favorite part. Mommy and I stayed up late making you a Nemo cake. It was all worth it seeing the smile on your face. We all sang Happy Birthday and then you blew out the candle. Then..it was on! You chowed down on your cake and an ice cream cone. Phew...that was a lot of food for one little dude. Nice job you little animal.

I love you Brady...thank you for being my Son, and lighting up my world with your spirit.

Translation please...

The boys never cease to amuse me. Brady is getting very fluent in the English language. Sometimes though, he gets ahead of himself. He'll rattle off a series of words that to him, make sense. To us it sounds like either he is cussing us out in Chinese, or his tongue has fallen asleep. Jake though, he understands everything. So now all we have to do is ask Jake what, "Anna goside pain degwass n onaseyide" means. Jake will say,"Brady says he wants to go outside, play in the grass and on the slide." Whoa.

Now, it could be Jake puts him up to asking for things and therefore knows EXACTLY what Brady is saying...who knows? It's funny as heck either way.

At this very moment..I just heard them both yell to each other,"I LOVE YOU", from their beds. That's flippin awesome. Telling your best friend you love them right before you go to sleep. Awesome. Think I'll try that too.

The Zoo

The weather still sucks. However, we purchased a membership to the zoo. I'll be dadgum if we aren't getting our full use out of it this year. I like our zoo. The animals are pretty cool. You can kinda get close to them, without feeling "TOO" close to them. It's pretty spread out, so you get some good exercise. Parking is relatively easy. They have a really cool treehouse and a splash zone for the kids. It's nice and shady in most parts so you can almost feel comfortable in 100 degree heat.

Above all that though, we go for the food. Mexican food. Cheap Mexican food. Not real authentic stuff, but you just can't beat the atmosphere. The boys love to eat the "chips" from our taco salads. They get a black bean, tomato, and chicken breast fry-bread thing, which if they don't eat the fry-bread is darn healthy. Never had fry-bread? I feel bad for your taste buds, but your heart is better for it. It's basically lard and flour...fried in lard. Congestive heart failure anyone? We never let the dudes eat more than a few pinches of the stuff, but it gets eaten. Just not by them and not by Cindy.