A commerical family

At the dinner table last night Justin starts saying, “Bum Bum. Bum Bum.” Bruce and I are looking at each other mystified trying to figure out what he is saying. Then he goes, “Eye. Eye.” We are still confused. Then Justin starts making something along a zooming noise when we realize that he is singing the Ozzy Osborne song that is on the Honda Pilot commercial. Once we all realized what he was doing, we all start laughing and join in with the song. We were like the family in the commercial.

Three in a bed

I may have mentioned before, but Nathan and Darren share a full size bed. Because Darren is a little guy, the bed works for them currently. I got a warm fuzzy feeling one morning when I walked into their bedroom to wake them up and saw that sometime during the night Justin crawled in between his two big brothers. He must feel safe there!

Nathan funny

I don't know why I just remembered this, but I just thought of it and had to post it although it happened quite a while ago. The older two were outside playing on a nice Saturday afternoon while I was busy cleaning, when I heard the hum of a motorcycle. I didn't think much of it assuming that it was our neighbor on his cycle getting ready to pull out of the driveway.

After several minutes of a constant hum from a cycle, I decide to check it out. I look out the window to see a lot of motorcycles, in a constant stream, going past our house. I walk outside to see what the boys thought of all the cycles. I am assuming that there was a poker run of some type because there were a lot of cycles. Nathan looks at me and said, "I haven't seen that many motorcycles in a lot of years!" This from the boy who apparently peaked at age seven!

Big bed

One morning, I see Justin walking around the house and I ask Nathan if he got Justin out of the crib. He said that he did not and that Justin crawled out all by himself. I crossed my fingers that was just a fluke and that he hadn't learned how to climb out of his "holding pen" yet. A few days later he was being a major crab and whining and crying around, so I picked him up and put him in his crib. He does not stand in the corner, so his punishment was to stay in his crib until one of us had calmed down enough (usually me). Justin is in his room crying his heart out when I notice that the crying sounds are getting closer. I look towards the hallway, and sure enough, Justin is walking down the hallway. Apparently crawling out of the bed the first time was not a fluke and he has figured out how to escape his punishment.

Deciding that we better get him into a regular bed before he fell crawling out of the crib, we weighed our options. Since the older two boys absolutely refuse to sleep upstairs, I had to figure out how to get enough beds in that room for three kids. My sister Carla said that she had a toddler bed that we could use, but we weren't sure how long we might need it and I know that Carla will need it before to long with her crew. Then we remembered that the crib converts to a toddler bed even though we never used that feature with the other two kids. Somehow Bruce remembered how to convert the crib and Justin has been sleeping in in his own "big bed."

Can you say tough on clothes?

Thank you Sears for having the Kidvantage program! You have no idea how much money you have saved me in the past two years or so. The program is great because if your kid wears out his clothes and shoes before they outgrow them, they will replace them with new.

We went to Sears on Saturday and picked up a pair of jeans for Darren. They did not have any Toughskins left in his size and he needs the Toughskins jeans as they are double-kneed. Which means that they have an extra patch at the knee to keep from wearing a hole in the knee. Because they did not have the double-knee jeans in his size, we just picked up another style. The first day of wearing them yesterday he comes home with two holes in the knees of his jeans. Not small holes, but holes that are ripped almost from seam to seam.

His tennis shoes, which were new on Saturday, are also destroyed. He did not wear his new shoes on Saturday and he wore them for just a few hours on Sunday. He came home Tuesday and had the front sole tore away from the front fabric of his shoe.

How is it even possible that he can destroy clothes that fast? If anyone ever needs someone to test the durability of clothes, I have the perfect candidate running around my house!

Is anyone out there?

I am still here; I have just been really busy. I thought that since this is my blog, I will take a moment to pose the question that has been bugging me since lunch today. I went to a clothing store (that shall remain nameless) here in Sidney during lunch. I was just browsing and not looking for anything in particular. I decided to try on a pair of shoes.

Granted, my work "uniform" is pretty conservitive. Because I have ruined many tops, pants and shoes at work I tend to stick to sensible clothing and shoes. I would love to wear big earrings all the time, but I am on the phone to much to do that. I love to accessorize with jewelry, but again, I am afraid that I am going to break it so I never wear it to work. One way for me to show a bit of my individualism is to wear some funky socks when I wear my kahakis and polo top.

As I was trying on the pair of shoes mentioned earlier, a sales clerk came who probably wasn't more that 21 came over to see if I needed anything. She saw my sock and said, "Cool socks." Then she had to ruin it (????) by saying that she had a pair when she was a kid. Uh? Does that mean that she thinks that I am trying to hard to act young? That she thought I was a huge dork wearing some funky socks? Or did she really think that my socks were cool?