I'm Finished!

It took me 12 hours straight, but I finished the final Harry Potter book. Wow! I was very impressed. That's all I'm going to say for those of you that have not read it, but I am very happy with how this last book was written. J.K. Rowling is an incredibly talented author. I hope she does more writing, even though Harry Potter has come to an end.

On a funny note, yesterday when we were coming in the front door, a bug flew onto Kenny's neck. He ran inside screaming and wildly spelling the back of his neck. He looked straight at his Dad and said, "Daddy, go give that bug a spanking! He was touching my neck!!"

Angry Faces

Last night Ken and I were talking about something of absolutely no consequence and he did one of those fake pouty things. I started to laugh hysterically because he looked just like Nathan. Then we started talking about the funny faces and ticks our kiddos have. I laughed so hard I may have lost bladder control (just kidding....that only happens when I'm preggers.)

Let's start with Nathan. My baby has big, round, blue eyes and naturally pouty lips. Mind-numbing adorable. When he gets upset, he slightly lowers his head, tucks his top lip under, and sticks this bottom lip out as far as possible. He then walks with the weight of the entire world on his two year old shoulders and rest his head dejectedly against the wall with his hands hanging at his side. I'm telling you, it is impossible to keep a straight face. He also likes to be held on your lap. If you try to put him down before he wants to be put down, he pulls his legs up and straight out. He refuses to put his feet down. I stand there bouncing him up and down trying to encourage him release his legs, but that boy is stubborn. He does the same thing on grocery carts. If you try and put him in the seat part in the front, he sticks his legs out and hooks them on the back part of the seat. Once that happens, the only way to get him into the seat try to hold him with one hand while using your other hand to manually bend his knees. Let's just say it never really works and he ends up walking or sitting in the basket.

And my sweet little Kenny-man. When he gets upset he lowers his head and scrunches up his mouth and forehead. His voice also goes up an entire octave which, given his already high pitched voice, rapidly reaches the level only canine animals can hear.

They're so cute when they're mad.

Guess What I Learned!

If you drop a pot holder on the red part of a hot oven, it WILL catch on fire.

But don't panic- the irresistible sinfully good cookies I am famous for were not damaged during the fire. Whew...good thing.


On a completely unrelated note, Nathan has this serious thing with his pants. He truly enjoys the freedom of bare legs and a diaper bum. However, as you can see from the picture below, rather than discarding his pants in the middle of the floor, he decided to keep them around- just in case.

On yet another completely unrelated and slightly more disgusting note, I only slept for 2 1/2 hours last night. Why you ask? Here's a hint. At 3:00 am, you could find me cleaning throw up off the carpet, kitchen floor, laundry basket, the outside of the washing machine, sheets, my clothes, and Kenny's clothes. Fun stuff. Really. I'm not being the least bit sarcastic.

Full Day

We had a busy day. My hubby woke up at 6:00 to get ready for a long flight. Being the amazing, sweet, loving, and incredibly handsome man that he is, he made the boys and I breakfast (bacon, eggs, and toast.) After kissing him goodbye and sending him off to fly these southern skies, I tackled the toy room. I have been asking Kenny to help me work on this room for weeks, but he just sits and watches me clean it. So I told him he had to do it. Of course, every time he went in to clean it he made an even bigger mess. It had reached the point of total disaster. I told Kenny I would clean it, but I was cleaning out and getting rid of some stuff. He was not exactly happy about that, but he'll deal. I spent 1 hour and 45 minutes cleaning out the closet and the room. I boxed up all the straggling baby toys, tossed a sack full of broken or lame toys, and took a big tub over to my parent's house for them to keep for grandchildren. The room looks much better now.

After the cleaning, we took the tub of toys and dropped them at Eppie's house. I then took the boys with my to the post office. Incidentally, the people that work there know my boys. We don't know them, but they have seen us often enough over the years that they know the kids and give them treats. After the post office we went to Target to get my some longer crew socks to wear under the ankle brace I am going to be sporting for the next month. I'm all about high fashion! Next stop was the salon for little man haircuts. Kenny jumps right into the chair and chats away with the stylist. Nathan begins screaming so loud he stops breathing for several seconds at a time. I have to sit in the chair and hold his body and head in a vice grip. You'd think by now he would be used to haircuts, but he hates them. After torturing our youngest son, we headed home so he could take a nap and I could take an aspirin.

Ken came home around 2:30 and we all went swimming for an hour. After drying off, we left the boys with my mom for an hour so we could go get Kenny's birthday present (Star Wars theme). Then it was home for dinner, a few rounds of Star Wars X-box for the K-men, bath, and bedtime.

I am worn out. But we had a good day.

Oh To Be A Fanatic!

I have a few friends who are going to go with me to a midnight book party on Friday! I have to admit, I am very excited to get to the end of the series, though it saddens me that it will be the last. All good things must come to an end!

Twisted Ankle...again

I have, yet again, twisted my right ankle. Last spring (2006), I got my ankle stuck in a hole in the backyard and twisted my ankle. About a week later I got the same foot stuck in the same hole again and hurt myself. That hole has since been filled in. However, my right ankle has been weak every since. Normally, it is not a problem, but the first week of June I was out excercising and stepped into a whole and twisted my ankle again. I was not at home, so I had to walk all the way back home on my bum ankle. It took about two weeks to be able to walk on it without shooting pain. I have been very careful with it since then because it still hurts on occasion and I knew it needed time to heal. Last night, I was walking completely normally across my bedroom and suddenly my ankle rolled under my foot. I stepped on it hard and dropped to the floor. Now I haven't cried from pain since I delivered Nathan without an epidural, but I cried for this. It hurt so bad. I wasn't able to walk on it at all last night. I can get around okay today, but I have to use a brace, take a lot of ibrophren, and every step is painful. Lucky for me, I have hurt this ankle so often that it is a pain I am used to by now. If it is not feeling a lot better by tomorrow I am going to a doctor. I just hope this time it can heal fully without re-injury.

First Sentence

Nathan said his first full sentence. "Can I have a drink of water?" He has been repeating sentences he hears for a few months, but he has never independently put together his own sentence. Yeah Nathan!

Other favorite phrases include, "I did it, I did it!", "Tenny, Tenny, here.", and "Mommy...Um..."