dinner conversations (all tonight)

Little Son (trying to open an edamame): I can't get the ball out!
Me: I will get it out for you.
Little Son: WHO LET THE BALL OUT! WOO! WOO! WOO!

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Big Son: I just like girls.
Me: Oh yeah? You wanna kiss them?
Big Son: Yeah, but only the beautiful and pretty ones. Not the siiiick ones.

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Big Son (describing the taste of his milk): Mine tastes like strawberry yogurt, frozen strawberries, and raspberries.
Little Son (doing the same): Mine tastes like root beer, soda, chips, and... and... CEREAL BALLS!

monday, wednesday, friday

Big Son is at that age (I have no idea what that means). I think he is completely bored at preschool. He just doesn't like to go. The problem is, he NEEDS to go so that he can learn classroom structure, but the material is way behind him. Today when I was talking about "big school" he was getting way excited because I said he'll learn about science, math, geography, etc. In preschool he's learning letters... So every MWF is a struggle for us and him.

Little Son, on the other hand, is having a blast...

today's word

ralphus

ambitions of my sons

Last night I went to my little brother's play. He was the Tin Man in his high school's rendition of The Wizard of Oz. He was truly amazing and it was so awesome. Anyway, I got home late and the Sons were still awake so I went in to tell them goodnight. They had the following to say:

"When I grow up I want to be an ice cream man so that I can give everyone ice cream," said Big Son.

Then Little Son shouted, "I want to be an apple man!! And give everyone apples!! And when I am done eating my apple I want ICE CREAM!"

Cute, huh? ... And I was hoping for a genius computer scientist and a doctor. Oh well.

big son isn't big enough

This morning Big Son woke up whining:

"It's not working dad!"

"What's not working son?"

"I'm not a grown up yet!"

(chuckling) "Huh?"

"I'm just sleeping a lot so I can grow up!"

a churro sounds good right now...

The Wife writes:

Little Son came running to me. "I pooped."

I said, "Uh oh, where is it?" (thinking he'd pooped in his underwear).

"In the potty."

So we go to the bathroom and sure enough he got up by himself and pooped in the potty. I congratulated him and told him to flush it down.

"That poop looks like a churro!" he said.

Yay for The Wife and Little Son on the success.

happy birthday the wife!

Today is The Wife's birthday, but I know that she would just spank my hind if I glorified her here (even though she deserves it dearly). So I will just say, "I love you my wife." And leave everyone else with some good birthday laughs in commemoration of The Wife's most excellent life thus far:

The Wife bought this for me to wear on Halloween. Scariest thing ever.

This was last year when Big Son was just learning how to read/spell.

Little Son's silly face.

And finally I'd like to share a family conversation that was spoken during one of our family Costco runs:

Me: Big Son, mom and dad made you.

Big Son: No, a monkey just made me.

Me: Really?

Big Son: And somebody else made Babe. A TIGER MADE BABE!! (giggles)

Me: What about mom?

Big Son: A lion made mom... AND a giraffe!!

Me: And what about dad?

Big Son: An elephant. And a cupcake. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE WIFE!!

how could she be saying that?!

So I was listening to some old schoo' No Doubt today and it reminded me of a story. Soon after I turned sixteen I asked my crush out on a date. I can't remember who I doubled with, but while me and my date and the other couple were sitting in the car (mid-date) my date started talking about me by name as if I were not myself. So let's pretend my name is "Tom Cruise", the conversation went kinda like this:

My Date: So the other day in chemistry "Tom Cruise" did the weirdest thing...

Me: Huh?!

My Date: Oh wait! You're "Tom Cruise"!! I feel so stupid!!

Me: Wow. Get out of my car you hobo.

I made up that last part and kind of made up the first part because I can't remember exactly how the dialog went, but she mentioned me in a story without realizing I was me. I was kind of let down! This was my crush I was taking out for the first time! Needless to say, I wasn't too interested in this girl after that date. Jerk.

On a more positive note, I am on a roll. I've played volleyball twice the last two Saturdays and a long couple of games of basketball tonight--I almost died a couple of times. I am SO out of shape. I thought I'd fair better since I have hanged pretty well with the volleyball... I forgot that you have to run in basketball. Dang. I scored a bunch though so that is awesome.