Cleanin Up

This is the toy chest that my Grandpa made for the boys. They love it. They put all their stuffed animals in it, and occasionally put themselves in it. Well, it had been a few days since they put all their buddies where they belong so I bribed them and this is the result I got. They usually just cram everything in there but I guess they decided to get a little creative and stack em as high as they could. No telling how long before one of them knocks it over, but it's pretty cool while it lasts.

At the carwash

I've had this fascination with automated car-washes since I was little. Pops used take me with him when he went and I just thought it was the coolest thing ever. Back then, it was kind of a new invention and I'm pretty sure it was the worst thing you could do to you car's finish, but still...cool.



I take the boys to one by our house that is just phenomenal. I'm not sure that's the right word to describe a car wash, but seriously man, this thing is worth every penny. It uses some kind of licorice-whip-looking brush to clean your car and it does a great job every time. Plus, the suds leave a refreshing cherry scent that lingers long after you pull away. Mmmm...fake food smell.




The boys love it for the most part. Brady gets freaked by the high-pressure water (hence the hands on eyes), but then he gets all into the soapy-brushy mode. Jake just loves the whole process. They both love watching the big air machine blow all the water off at the end.


Can't beat cheap entertainment.

8 years

Wow. 8 years ago huh? I can't believe it's been that long since that clear day in March 1999.

You know when I think back to that day I don't remember being nervous at all. That's a really strange thought isn't it? Me, not nervous. The biggest day of my life up till then and I was almost calm. Wait, no I was calm. I remember being excited, but more than that I was calm. Why was that?

There were a gozillion people there at the church. I didn't even notice them. It was a warm day and I was in an ill-fitting bulky tux. Still, the heat didn't get to me. A long Catholic ceremony filled with standing, kneeling, standing, kneeling, and uncomfortable silence. No big deal. What the heck? I should have been one of those dudes that ends up on America's Funniest Home Videos. I mean come on...

Now, with some perspective I can look back and see why I was so calm. Why nothing bothered me that should have and always does. Why I just existed in the moment there with you.

For the first time in my life I was totally sure of what I was doing. I wasn't scared for the future. I wasn't afraid of my decision. I was doing something undeniably right. A perfect choice. You where flawless that day. Just as you had been every day before that. I knew it. I felt it. And on that day, I felt flawless too. I wasn't, and God knows I am not now...but on that day, we both were.

Now, as much as we hoped and planned for from that day on, I wasn't prepared for all we would be blessed with now. Two sons. Two beautiful little boys who want nothing more than to be near one another. They tell us they love us and give us kisses and hugs without us asking for them. Sometimes we make mistakes as parents, just as they make mistakes, and we all forgive each other afterwards. We are learning as fast as they can teach us.

Yes, we have some nice material stuff. We both know though that is all it will ever be. Just stuff. Stuff has never been what defines us and I am proud of that. Our family has defined us for 8 years. The first three years we just kinda learned the ropes. The next five we really learned what it was to be married. We have been pushed, shoved, down at the bottom, up at the top and back down again. We have cried together, laughed together, pushed away from each other, and pulled so close we couldn't tell where one stopped and the other began. So it goes. That is who we are. I am in love with who we are.

I like counting on you more than I should count on anyone. I know you won't be here forever but I like pretending you will be. You give me the freedom to fail. You know when to reign me in and when to let me go. You accept my insecurities yet you don't let me be bound by them. I am not your equal but you treat me as though I am. You are everything I am not.

Cindy. My wife. Then, now, and always. I loved you. I still love you. I will always love you.

Great advances in the field of bubbleology

Man these dudes don't know how good they have it. When I was a kid, there were maybe two kinds of bubblebath and one of them was also used to wash dishes. Then you had the bath colors that sure didn't smell non-toxic. But, we had fun anyway. Heck, I could turn the water a different color all by myself. Sure it involved a certain amount of personal indignity, but when you're little, who cares? Bathing in your own waste is a forbidden pleasure for the 5 and under set.

Ok..out of the gutter. Really, these guys just have a full on blast at bathtime. The bubbles, foams, water colors, toys, bowls, buckets, and rags, could all dissappear and I think these guys would still have just as much fun. I don't know how much longer these times will last but the end will come all too quickly to be sure. Boys, splash it up.

School of Rock

This is what they do. ALL THE TIME. It's super cute, but sometimes, I wish they knew all the words to the 1,000 songs they sing all day.

Workaday Joes

Smoochin' on the job.
(Yes, that is chocolate on their lips.)

This is where all their important "documents" go.

C3P0 got a little hung up at work.

Sick of being sick

I have a wonderfully bodacious chest cold. It's so awesome. When I cough I sound like an 85 year old man who has happily smoked for 75 tariffic years. But, if I'm very still and try and focus on not coughing I can keep it up for nearly 10 minutes. So, that's cool I guess.

What's not cool is not being able to do ANYTHING with my boys. I don't want them catching this nastiness so, no kisses, hugs, stories, high-fives, wrestling, hide-and-seek, chase, tag, sword-fights, board games, cuddles, walks, head pats, secrets, or general jackassery.

Aaarrrgghhh...cough, cough, cough..sonofaBLEEP!

Goodbye Wiggles

We had a good run. We were with you guys since 2002. Sold out shows, 1,649 DVDs, rumors of Jeff being a substance abuser, Murray's incredibly bad haircut, the birth of Anthony's child, and finally Greg's departure due to health reasons, and subsequent replacement by Sam Moran. What a run.

At the height of our relationship, we even dressed as you guys for Halloween, complete with a rented Big Red Car. Sure we endured the scrutiny of others, but we also basked in the glow of our children's' admiration. Toot-toot-chugga-chugga.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, or at least some sort of healthy conclusion. I mean, the boys are just growing older. Too old to be entertained my mere singing and dancing and costumed characters. No more Captain Feathersword. Wags the Dog. Henry the Octopus. Dorothy the Dinosaur. I weep for time gone too quickly.

So here's to you, our Wiggly friends. You made us laugh, made us sing, and made us forget reality for a little while. Thank you and goodbye.

"If do right, no can defense."

It's true. So, so true.

Goodnight

I just don't think I can say enough about how much I love to tuck the boys in at night. I get to hear what their innocent minds are coming up with right before they sleep. It's one of those times that makes me think Heaven is not beyond the clouds, it's right here. Lit by a nightlight.

Tonight, Brady went over all the people who love him, and tried to remember where he put his shoes. That's B. He said, "...and Mommy loves me, and Jake loves me, and you love me...and where are my new shoes?"

Jake and I had a discussion about the end of Return of the Jedi and how it's never too late to do the right thing. I don't know how he gets it, but he gets it. He said, "Even though Darth Vader is a bad guy he is still a Daddy and he loves his little boy and doesn't want him to get hurt by the Emperor so he makes a good choice and then he's a good guy, even though he dies."

Then to top it all off I got to kiss a beautiful woman and tell her I love her before she went to sleep. How did your night wrap up?

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For future reference

This is one of those posts that I will most certainly use to embarrass the dudes in front of their girlfriends. Over and over. Until only I find it funny.

What do your kids do when they come home from a hard day of doing...whatever? Grab a snack. Watch a little tube. Talk about their day. Play in the backyard. Read some books. Sound familiar? Yeah, me too.

Except my kids do all those things AFTER they strip down to their underwear.

Try as we might we can't stop them from doing it. Brady is a little easier to stop, but Jake...he ain't havin' it. He can't be himself until there's nothing between him and God but a pair of drawers. When I tell them they have to get dressed to go play in the backyard they both look at me like, "What's your hangup bro?".

Ahhh..10 years from now. Aha. Ahaha. MWAHAHA!

Say a prayer

Even if you don't believe in anything other than the sun, moon and stars...say a prayer for this little guy. Ethan Powell.

Smush Eggs

Almost every morning, Jake and Brady ask for the same thing for breakfast...smush eggs. What everyone else in the world calls fried or "sunny side up", they call smush eggs. I'm reasonably sure it's because they like to smush up the yolk and eat it first. No matter how many times I try and tell them to just ask for fried eggs, they look at me like I'm a complete moron and say," You mean smush eggs Daddy?"

Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. Dorks.

Quotable

Heard from Jake's mouth directed at his Mommy after he had finished his Dilly-bar at DQ last night;

"Can I try the rest of yours Mommy?"

Oh and "try the rest" he did. He turned a Dilly-bar into a Dilly-stick.

Classy move buddy. I learn something from you every day.

Attack of the Robots!

Kevin the Spider-Robot by Brady

Shrek the Robot by Jake

Chalk it up to bad luck

Well, we had our first injury on the field.

Jake tagged Brady in the grill with his baseball bat. It was all just a bad accident. Poor guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jake was freaking out, Brady was bleeding...and freaking out. Plus, we had a good friend over and his daughter started freaking out. So, that little game wrapped up pretty darn quickly.

We zoomed off to the ER and played the waiting game. Brady is a lot tougher than me and only cried when the pain got real bad. He even took a little nap. Then Ma and Poppy came up and sat with Jakey while Cindy and I took B back to get looked at. We waited some more, and some more...and then a cool doc came in and checked the B man out. Cindy and I both got ready for some screaming and crying, but then the strangest thing happened. Brady just laid back like nothing was going on. The doc checked the gash inside his lip, checked his teeth to make sure they were good and then, that was it. No stitches. Awesome. He even gave him a grape Popsicle. Tough guys like Popsicles.

So, for the next few days, Brady will be eating a lot of ice cream and other less flavorful stuff. He should be just fine. Cindy and I may need psychotherapy but, we'll be fine too. Oh and Jake..he's just relieved Brady is OK and that our stock of ice cream is about to triple.

PS. Thanks to Ma and Poppy for the post-ER wrap party at Dairy Queen. Dadgum good way to cap off a cruddy night. Thanks for being there.

"I wanna be Jake"

Last night, I was tuckin B into bed when he gave me a dose of cuteness.




"Daddy, I love Jake."
"I know Bubba, I love him too. What do you love about him?"
"I want to be Jake."
"OK, you want to be just like Jake?"
"No, I want to be him."
"That's so nice buddy."
"I want to take his face, and put it on my face, and be him."
"Oh, well why do you want to be him?"
"Cuz he's cute."
"Well, you're cute too bub."
"No, I'm silly. He's cute. I want to be cute."
"No, you're both cute and both silly. You're both silly-cute."

-Tickles and Giggles-

"Well, have a good night's sleep buddy, I love you."
"Love you too Daddy. See you in the morning."

Kindness Award

Way to go Jake. You were "a kind and helpful friend" at school yesterday so you got this cool certificate AND an even cooler certificate for free pizza. I would have a picture of it, but we cashed the sucker in last night for supper. It was for Eatza Pizza, which otherwise we would never go to, but found surprisingly good anyway. So, maybe it'll get thrown into the rotation every once in a while. All because you were so nice at school. Pretty cool pal.

Brady is "The Man"

Brady had his preschool screening today. Apparently he blew the doors off the place. Our little man is now officially a big dude. He'll be going to preschool next year. We haven't decided yet if Jake will still be there with him, but either way...it's just super cool.

We always thought he was a smart little fella, but I think we also forgot that he just turned 3. I know I expected him to do well, but the lady said he did exceptionally well. Which of course is a direct reflection on me, as I am one of the World's foremost sources of intelligenceresness. It's a word. A word I just made up. Smart people can do that.

Anywho, way to go B. You are my ray of sunshine kiddo. I'm so proud of you and I can't wait to see how well you do next year in school. Now, if we can just work on the whole addiction to all things wet, you'll be aces.

I love you pal.

Deep Dark Secret #2

It's that time again. Time to make my spouse uncomfortable and possibly alienate someone I love. Dah-Duh-Daaaahhh!

Deep Dark Secret #2

Ever since I saw the movie "Footloose" I have had a desire to get footloose with my bad self. I mean really, it doesn't get any more absurd than the premise of that movie, but something inside me longs to break into a dance routine in the middle of rural America. Break those chains that tie me down...by gettin down. Maybe it was the Kenny Loggins. It seems like he wrote the soundtrack to every over-the-top-silly movie in the 80's that I love. Movies, scenes, and songs that spoke to my soul.

Take the scene where they play chicken with tractors. I mean come on dude. He gets his shoelace stuck in the pedal? Everyone thinks he's the man, when really he is just the benefactor of being fashionably irresponsible. He couldn't jump off...priceless. Or when he teaches the overgrown farmboy to dance on the bleachers. Just, wow. What about the scene where he dances around the factory and suddenly gets a little gymnastics routine in...who knew? Then, ol' boy organizes an illegal prom, gets the girl, beats up her ex-boyfriend, and dances the night away. He sure showed that Bible thumpin' John Lithgow where to stick his "no dancin' in my town" rule. Showed us all.

Alas, I was born with a physique that better allows me to put a hurtin on someone, rather than put on a dance recital. As my wife can attest, I am neither light, nor light on my feet. But still...a man can dream. Of Kevin Bacon. What? Huh? Who?

So there you go dudes. More ammo.

The Natural

I swear I didn't teach him this. He learned it from watching "The Sandlot", before I could teach him. See, you CAN learn something useful from the TV.

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Mommy had a bad day

So here is something to cheer her up.

Note to self

No more late afternoon naps for Brady. It's 11:19 PM and he's singing "I'm a believer" (the Shrek version) in his bed at the top of his lungs. Good thing Jake sleeps like a rock.

Valentine's Par-tay

Jake had his Valentine's party at preschool today. So, just like the party animals we are, me and B tagged along for the festivities. Mommy even got to come down when she had a break from her class. We had a great time and it was over with all too quickly. I love that place.

Oh and yeah...I made the frog. 3.5 seconds later, Jake and Brady dissected it. Sweet.

Another day on flower watch...

Thank you 1-800-FLOWERS. I really had nothing better to do today than to wait around on you to deliver Valentine's Day...again. It was fun calling your customer service number at 1-800-716-4851 and getting a recorded message telling me that your company was too busy to take my call so you were disconnecting the line. Even though I paid you $70 for flowers, FLOWERS!, that doesn't warrant a human being to talk to me. Cool.

You're on the list. The one that rhymes with hit and starts with an S. Big time.

also...From the Doodlepad

An original work by Brady entitled "The Hairy TV"

From the Doodlepad

An original by Jake entitled "The Ghost"

1-800-FLOWERS

Now, I'm not in the business of delivering flowers so I shouldn't be expected to deliver flowers on time at any time of the year, for any reason. However, they ARE in the business of delivering flowers on time, at any time of the year, for any reason. Well, I guess somebody didn't get the memo about Valentine's Day being kind of a busy day for flower sales and delivery.

I was gonna be Mr. Bigshot and get all due praise for such a show of affection for coming through with these beautiful tulips, delivered right to Cindy's classroom. I waited around all day for the call to come from my beautiful wife, all shocked and emotional about my surprise gift. And I waited. And waited. And then she came home without any flowers in hands. Son-of-a.......

So here's the thing. I understand it's a busy time of year for them. However, shouldn't they compensate for that like every other company does when they count on making their sales goals in just a few days a year? Arrrrggh!

Anywho, happy Valentine's Day baby. It's the thought that counts right? Love You.

Deep Dark Secrets

I'm gonna do something now that I've been thinking about doing for a long time. Every once in a while I'm going to write about things that I've never told many people about heck maybe nobody. That way the boys will be able to laugh at me as I laugh at them for the rest of the stuff on here.

Deep Dark Secret #1

Sometimes, when I am alone, I talk to myself with a British accent. Sometimes Australian, but more often British. Not talking so much as narrating my activity. I don't know why I do it, only that I've been doing it since I was a kid. I'm reasonably sure no one has ever heard me, but I'm not so sure that would stop me.

So there. You've got that on me.

You are not invited...

Yeah you. The blurry little creature in the middle of the picture. We don't want you here. There is no place in baseball for your kind. I didn't build it for you, and your little buddies to come explore. I don't mind if you go next door or even out into the vast desert around us, but you aren't welcome here. Maybe this will help. I have a little piece of paper in my truck that certifies me to do one thing. A license in fact. What one thing you ask? Kill you. I have a license to kill you. You and all your friends. Think about it.

Strength beyond reason

Cindy is pretty stout. I mean, she's small and petite of frame and all but she can throw down when she has too. The boys got to see that side of her tonight.

She has been craving ice-cream for some time now. Not the stuff in the store, but an honest to goodness ice-cream experience at an honest to goodness ice-cream parlor. Years ago there were Swensen's restaurants everywhere here. What made them special was that their menu consisted of ice cream and maybe a few sandwiches. Although I don't know anybody that ever ate real "food" there. You went for the cream. You sat in a wooden booth and looked at menu with beautiful photographs and descriptions of every kind of ice-cream creation imaginable. The best part of the ice cream for me, wasn't even the cream, but the triangular wafer they stuck in the top. That's just me, and I like me some wafers. Mmmmmm.

OK. What was I talking about?

Yeah, well we where going to go out tonight and track down some high-quality cream. And then the dudes had a slight to severe attack of "the meanies". Someone hit, slapped, punched, kicked, or otherwise personally insulted the other one and then the victim became the aggressor. So, rather than reward them for bad behavior she showed us all true strength and cancelled the trip. Whoa.

I certainly don't have the will power to do what she did. For the right price or more importantly the right food, I can be persuaded to look the other way pretty darn easily. So, as her reward I am now off to buy a little consolation cream. No, it's not as good as what we had in mind, but good parenting is it's own reward. Uh-huh.

Good job babe.

Jake's Monster

This is Jake's scary monster. Several times a day he will sneak up to me and shove this picture in my face to try and scare me. It's very disturbing and I have soiled myself at least twice. Send help.

That's what I'm talking about

Me and Isaac Hanson baby! I mean I have always felt drawn to his music but who knew? The rest yeah..pretty much dead on. Me and JT...not only similar faces, almost exact body doubles. But what's up with Andrew Carnegie? I know I'm gettin old and all, but come on. Although he was an extremely wealthy old fella...hmmmm. I'll take that.

Encarnacion

Is it bad that the boys know this song word for word? Probably.

Just so you know

I love you boys. That's all.

Oh Brady

Sorry to pick on you kiddo, but...I have to. You and Jake were in the other room drawing pictures today. I went in to check on you two and I smelled something funny. A plastic burning kinda funny, and that's not funny at all. My first thought was that mommy left her super-duper hair iron thingy on and the bathroom was on fire....nope. Humidifier malfunction? Nope. Thermostat gone bad? Nope. The smell was coming from downstairs not upstairs. On my way down the stairs...I saw it. The hanging light fixture by the door. Smoking. Smoldering. I ran and turned the light off, got a chair, and oh, looky what we have here. Your favorite little puppy dog melted to the light bulbs inside. I know it's YOUR fault because immediately you say, "It was an accident." Right. Sure it was.

So, basically we are out two lightbulbs and one little puppy dog. That and I am one step closer to the looney bin. No more throwing toys dude.

Brady's new trick

Brady is an odd child. A very cute, and loveable little skamp. But an odd child. Here's something he just came up with. He was doing this for his own amusement, and not ours...per the usual. I don't know if you can tell, but he's got one finger in his ear, and the other in his mouth trying to make them reach each other. Brady, that's wierd, but it's dadgum hilarious.

Yeah, I'm an old man

Turned 30 today. Woo-hoo! Hoo-ray! Whatever. I don't feel any different, but three times today people asked me how it feels to be 30 as if I should feel different somehow. I'm just glad that I made 30. 200 years ago I would have grandchildren and been lucky to live another 10 years at age 30. So, thats something.

All BS aside, I had a really great birthday. The boys came and jumped in bed and woke me up this morning. They just need half an excuse to come jump on me when I'm all the way asleep. They led me downstairs for my present and cards. I got a sweet sign for the field and a new grill. Later, we had an awesome party and played some ball on the field. My nephew Oscar hit about 25 dingers and Jake got himself one too. Just awesome. The kids all had a great time, and that's really what I wanted more than anything. Thanks everybody.

Better, much better

Stayed up really late watching a movie with the boys. They both cuddled up with me the whole time. The house smells like cake and cookies for the party tomorrow. Bound, bound, bound and rebound.

Off day

Somedays I just feel like I haven't done a good job as a parent. Today is one of those days. It's not that the boys were particularly unruly. They were out of control of course, but nothing too dramatic. I'm trying to fend off a cold and so I've been a little out of sorts. Maybe that's it. Or maybe that's just an excuse. Today, I didn't bring my A game and time just flew by too quickly. I need to pay more attention to them and not get so wrapped up in everything else. I need to include them in small projects around the house more, even if they make it take longer. It's better to be doing something slowly together than doing something effeciently by myself.

No worries, there is always tomorrow.

Thriller-er

When I said scariest video ever, I was wrong. The Indian version is much, much scarier, and way more hilarious.

Thriller

Boys, back when me and your Mom were kids, there was this phenomenon that happened. This odd little man made some music, had it mass produced onto these things called "LP's" or "records", and somehow everyone I've ever met around our age had it. Then he had the nerve to make the title song "Thriller" into the scariest and most awesome video ever.

For those of you "in the know" check this video out. This is the coolest thing you can do at a wedding reception. Other than getting "loose" and doing a strange Russian-style dance in front of friends, family, and people you barely know. Good times.

The ol' PTC

We had the second and final "official" conference with Jake's preschool teacher Mrs. D. It's funny how scared I was to let him go. He is doing so well, that I feel embarrassed for even having doubts. His classroom is one of those kind of places you always want your kid to be in. Safe, fun, supportive, challenging. It really is the best return we've ever made on any investment.

Here's the catch. Jake was born a little too late in the year. So, he can't enroll in kindergarten at the beginning of next year. We could get him in a private kindergarten for a little while and then he can enroll at Cindy's school. OR he can go to preschool for another year. Ugh. I. Hate. Decisions.

Mrs. D thinks he'll do fine in kindergarten and won't have to repeat it, but it would also be good to repeat pre-school. See, Jake is like his old man when it comes to socializing in large groups right now. He'll do it when he has to, and put on a game face but, he's much better in small groups or even by himself. He's just not a talker in class. Which is exactly the opposite of the way he is everywhere else. If he's with us or especially with Brady, he's in his element and you can't stop him. Take the B man away and he's kind of out of place. But, Mrs. D said he's getting a lot better about that and getting more and more comfortable. Academically, he is above where he needs to be and that's just awesome. He just needs to come out of his shell a little more.

It's like watching myself all over again. At home I felt like "The Man" but at school...no way. I wanted to be with one or two close friends and kind of just hang in the shadows and do my thing. I made some good friends that way, but I missed out on some stuff I'm sure, just for lack of confidence. I remember how anxious I was all through school and it sucked. I am still like that in a lot of ways. You come into my comfort zone and I'm good to go...take me out of it and I need a little time to adjust.

The other upside to another year in preschool is that he will have Brady in class with him. I don't know what it is exactly, but when they are together it is magic. They just riff off one another and the party keeps rolling. Jake shows B how to do stuff, and B keeps Jake going with his crazy ideas and stories. They finish eachother's sentences, the whole nine yards. So, I know having them together in there would be beneficial for the both of them in different ways.

If there's a chance here to make it a little easier for Jake to blossom in Captain Confidence in and out of the house, maybe we should take it. Understanding though, that he is who he is, and we can only try to help him along in the process. The year isn't over yet and he has time yet to show his stuff before we decide what to do. Either way we go, I have supreme confidence in the teachers he has or will have. I'm not just saying that because they are teachers at Cindy's school. They are just super dedicated to performing at the top level of their profession and I give them all the respect in the world.

So, Jake my man...just do what you do. I'm just so darn proud of you. You make my heart happy and full and I can't tell you enough just how much I love you.

The Sandlot is done...or is it?

The bases are in. The dirt is done. Time to play ball. The boys had a good pickup game yesterday and got in some good practice running the bases. There are a few silly things left to do before Saturday but that won't take much doing. I'm sure though, in the back of my mind, or the front of my mind there will always be something else to add to it, which is both terrifying and exciting. I'm just glad the boys like it or I would really look like a complete tool running around on a tiny field by myself.

Sandlot...again

We're close. We got most of the dirt done this past few days so we're a few days ahead of schedule. Just gotta throw the bases in and fill in a few spots and we're playin ball...

And now...Snoozy B

I caught Jake napping the other day and put it on here so it's only fair to do the same to Brady. He took himself a little nappity on the couch today after helping me in the yard for a few hours. For once, I had more stamina than he did. Barely.

Snow in Arizona

Yeah, snow. We had been telling the boys we were gonna go up to Flagstaff and play in the snow for the first time soon. However, up till now Flag aint got no snow bro. So, we got to thinkin maybe it just wouldn't happen this year. Wouldn't you know it...instead of snow in Flagstaff we get snow in Phoenix. What a crazy crazy State we live in. It only snowed a tiny bit at our house so we hopped in the truck and chased some down. Unreal. The boys had a fun few minutes dancing and playing and catching snow in their mouths. Right up until Brady got a flake in the eyeball. Poor little dude. He quickly recovered though and we hopped in the truck and just enjoyed the snow as the Sun set. No better way to end a day in the snow than to cuddle up by the fireplace. What an unexpectedly cool day.

Sandlot part deux

We got the sod laid today. By "we" I mean O, Poppy, and yours truly. We were all covered head to toe in mud and grass and whatever. I can't thank the two Grandfather's enough for their help. It's pretty special to have them help build the field. You'll never meet two men more passionate about baseball. So again, THANK YOU! Now we just gotta get the infield clay next week and its ready to go. By my birthday it will be a baseball field. Heck of a way to turn 30.

Oh yeah, and I would be a fool if I didn't give my dear sweet wife much of the credit as she gave a huge thumbs up to the idea when I threw it at her. Most of the time my ideas are ridiculous and/or impossible to accomplish given the laws of physics and gravity, so getting one past her is pretty sweet. Thanks babe.

Nappin' on the couch

He looks like me, acts like me, and sleeps like me. Good thing he doesn't snore like me.

Leaving the Dudes

Last weekend Cindy and I took a trip together without the boys for the first time since either of them was born. Separately we have left for little trips here and there but at least one of us has been there to tuck them in at night, every night. So, we kind of got cornered into taking a trip to Vegas for dirt cheap and even though a huge part of us wanted to decline the offer...we went. It was great to be around other adults our age and let down our guard a little bit. We ate outstanding food and actually won way more than we lost. Still though, no matter where we were, or what we were doing, my thoughts always drifted back to the two little guys back in Arizona. What were they doing? What did they have for breakfast? Did they miss us? Did they wonder where we were at bedtime?

The boys stayed with their Ma and Poppy and had a great time. Of course they did. Why wouldn't they? They watched movies, rode their four-wheelers, went to their cousins' birthday party...just had a grand ole time. Well that's just perfect. Like we never left. Great. Super. Why do I feel like a giant turd then? Couldn't they maybe once have cried for us? Refused to eat? Acted out? Something?!? Throw me a bone here guys.

Regardless of my blatant insecurities, I'm glad we went. Maybe one day we can do it again. Not soon though. I don't want them having too much fun without me. Call me crazy but...well, just call me crazy.

Happy Crying

Since we broke ground (literally) on the sandlot the boys and I have been to Home Depot about 607 times this past month. Every time we go they want to ride in the Tony Stewart racecar/shopping cart. Then they beg, plead, and cute it up for an ice cream treat out of the vending machines. I always...I mean sometimes give in and get one for them. They end up covered in sugary goo and I end up smelling like bags of topsoil and manure...niiiice.

Anywho, today after we dropped off Jakers at school, me and B went to get a few more things. Before we got there Brady started in with the beggary.

"Daddy, can we get a treat at Home Depot?"
"Not today buddy."
"But but why Daddy?"
"We have Superman popsicles at home bub."
-Whimpering and fake sobs-
"Brady why are you so sad?"
"I'm not sad I'm happy-crying."
"Why are you happy-crying?"
"Because...because I love you."

Ohhh..he's a good one. He and Jake have just recently picked that up from Mommy. Whenever they see a movie where someone is so happy that they cry, well she has told them that they are happy-crying. So now I guess they will use that as a weapon against me. That's a low down and rotten trick, but I have to respect the effort little dude. Nice try.

Their Sandlot

This...

...is for Them.

Can't tell what "This" is? Well, right now it's about a halfway finished baseball field. A very small field, but still. 20' between bases. 39' to left. 42' to right. 57' to dead-center. 15' from home to the rubber. Ridiculous? Oh yeah. Worth every penny and drop of sweat? Bet your life on it.

Sweet Dreams

I don't have the knack for blogging that my wonderful husband does, but I couldn't let this little story go without sharing it.

The other night, Brady had a nightmare and woke up crying. I went in to comfort him and he told me he had a bad dream about monsters. Daddy came in and reassured Brady that he had nothing to worry about, because all of his bad dreams went right up into his dream catcher. That seemed to satisfy the little guy just fine, but he still wanted Mommy to lay with him. Who could refuse? Just as Brady started to finally fall asleep, my eyes began getting heavy as well, until I heard him say, "Come on Jakey...follow me!" I looked over at him, and he was asleep with a big smile on his face! His talking woke himself up, and he looked over at me with that big grin. I asked him if he was having a dream about Jake, and these were his words: "Yes, I dreamed about me and Jake. My bad monster dream went into my dream catcher, but it can't have my Jakey dream!" And with that, he turned over and went back to sleep. He wasn't the only one who slept with a big smile that night. Thank you, Brady. I love you!

Happy 2nd Birthday Om-Bim!

Well, regretfully it's 10 days late but still, happy day big guy. You have grown to be quite a huge fish in the last two years. Sorry about the cramped quarters but, the dude at Wal-Mart said you'd never outgrow it. I guess his knowledge of aquatics is on par with his salary. Who knew? Anyway, you've more than quadrupled in size as well as appetite. We started out just feeding you the normal flake food and such. You've since moved on to fruits and vegetables. And oatmeal. Houseflies. Meatloaf. Yep you're quite the gourmet.

Here's to your continued existence in 10 gallons of freedom by the sink. Remember though, no back talk my friend. While you're a mere foot from fresh clean water for your tank...you're also a foot from the disposal dude. Just a thought. Happy birthday.