Making a List.

My hubby and I had the opportunity to go out to dinner the other night. He was once again on-call for work and as compensation for the annoyance of his deserting our family every few weekends The Company springs for dinner. It is one of the few perks so we use it for date night once a month. Any way...

We had been discussing what sort of gifts to find for our offspring. The big ones want big gifts and the littles want every gift. It causes a bit of a dilemma. HAHAHA...

The waitress had just brought us our pumpkin cheesecake when my Hubby said that he still needed to find a present for me. Um... we had agreed that we would not be doing this for this Christmas since I have no money to find him anything. He insisted that he had to get me something amazing because the other gifts he has given me this year have been rotten ones.

This caused us to rehash the year of presents. Who gave who what and how great it was or was not.

For my birthday I had received from my hubby a video. I can't remember which one but I am certain we watched it several times. I probably even slept through it a couple of times.

For Mother's day my Hubby took me to the hospital and got me some Vicodin and an x-ray to go along with my Quiznos sub. (I had broken my rib... owww..) From what I remember the day was rather nice once the pain pill kicked in.

For our anniversary I received a trip to Utah. That was a kick in the pants!!!

All I gave him this year was a little pink girl and some new Red Wing wear.

I am not sure but i think he got the better gifts. Maybe he does owe me a great present. Then again... that Vicodin was really nice.

Where's my fork?

Last night after everyone had eaten far too much and we were just begining to dish up the pie my sweet freckled son disappeared for a moment. He came back down the stairs and read us a very fitting poem. I just had to share it...

I ate too much turkey,

I ate too much corn,

I ate too much pudding and pie.

I'm stuffed up with muffins

and much to much stuffin',

I'm probably going to die.

I hope everyone had a beautiful thanksgiving. We did. (Thanks little sis and uncle for sharing your presence with us. You were great sports.)

Atleast once a week.

There comes a time in the life of every little girl when it becomes absolutely necessary to take the time to have a bath. Don't you agree?

Yesterday was that day for Princess Petey. I had meant to put her in the night before but between scouts, dinner, homework and bedtime for boys I ran out of time and energy. So... after putting the little boys on the bus and popping in a movie to entertain Mark I headed of to the bathroom with baby in my arms and her little pink washcloth in my hands. I put her little chair-thingy into the tub and turned on the water. I immediatelt turned it back off and picked up the phone to call my plumber hubby.

The water coming out of my tap was almost the exact same color as the water had been when I last tried to cover my gray hair before having our pictures taken. The box called it "foxy brown". I can tell you there was nothing foxy about it coming out of my spout.

Long story shorter.... according to the City there was some magnisum in our water caused by the construction going on at the well where our water comes from. The Lady on the phone said it was non-toxic and to just let my water run for 10 minutes. Umm...sure.

Anyway, Princess Petey remained in her sweaty, spitty, smelly glory all day yesterday.

Today... she got bubbles. :)

Pass the towel.

What is it about little boys and water?
Jellybean was outside playing with the neighbor boy and when I looked out both of them looked as though they had been standing in several inches of water. When i questioned them about the location of the water they both starred at me blankly.

Water? What water? There's water around here?

Not long later after the neighbor boy had gone home Jellybean rummaged through the coat closet (which is an entirely different story) and found his puppy boots which he never wears because I always forget he has them. I hollered at him to stay out of the water... blank stare...again.

Squish came home from off the bus and immediately headed for the back yard. It was as though the water was calling to him. I didn't even get the chance to tell him to go outside. Amazing!

Anyway about 30 minutes went by and I noticed that there was very little noise coming from the back yard so I went to investigate. :) Both of my sweet little lambs were in their boots (I don't know when Squish put his on) and soaked to the bone. Squish was dumping dirty water out of Jellybean's boots into the dog water and both were laughing hysterically...

Until they saw me watching...

He was in the water! He took my boot! I'm cold! He got me wet! Can I have a bath? Can we have hot cocoa?

Good grief. If I hadn't been watching them I would almost have believed they weren't having fun.