Number 6.

Mr. E is celebrating his 6th birthday today. He's a growing concern. He's a pain in my butthoggs. And by golly, I love this little brat more than words will allow me to express.

Halloween 2010

Doctor Who - with psychic papers and sonic screwdriver. I personally think he's even more handsome than David Tennant and for me, that's saying a LOT.

Ferb from Phineas and Ferb on Disney Channel. The green hair is really what captures you isn't it?

Only 3 more sleeps to go...

... and I'm pretty sure I'll be visiting the emergency room soon before Christmas day.

My neighbours 2 doors over have a great old, metal slide from a playground make-over. It's wonderful. Nice and tall and gives you just enough power to fly off the end. In the summer and the temperatures are in the 80's the kids tend to stay away from it - those metal slides get pretty darn hot!

It's more like 30 out today and there's a slight sprinkling of snow - enough so that the boys have turned the slide into "Le Tour de Death"! They stand at the bottom of the slide pretending it's some guy and throw snowballs at it. Then, 'cause that just wouldn't be enough, they climb to the top of the ladder and slide down head first. Zzzzoooommmm! All the way to the bottom where they fall off and start giggling like crazy people. They turn over and make a snow angel and then, they do it all over again.

There's something just not right about young boys. I shudder to think of all the trouble they get into when I'm NOT watching....

Update: See? I wasn't watching! They just carried the snowman they made this weekend up to the top of the slide and let him go down. My eyes are closed and I'm shaking my head....

3 more? I think not.

I don't know if I should prelude this story by saying that I don't think I'm fat and that I exercise fairly diligently at least 3 times a week but I'm going to... Yep, I have to say that you wouldn't walk down the street and think, "Man, that lady is a cow, a whale, a ship passing in the night". No, really, I don't think you would...

So, this is how the story goes: My family, all four of us, were sitting around in the living room today just watching Survivorman (a whole other story here about how you shouldn't let your 7 year old watch Survivorman...), just enjoying the time, when a commercial comes on about helping in Ethiopia or something like that and I said we should really do that because the kids are older now and what a great experience for them to know about other cultures (yah, a trip to France would be better but I was momentarily insane). Well, my youngest, the 4 year old pipes up and says that we need more boys in our family before we think about doing anything - thanks to Ser I think, who is currently carrying another little boy in her belly. E. thinks we need 3 more boys and then we'll be done with our family. Then, he lifts up my shirt to reveal my stomach and says, "See, you're belly's already big. You've got them in there now." S. burst into laughter! Tears were rolling down his face and I just sat there contemplating whether I should tell Mr. E. he could go jump in the lake (or other things...) or if I should just laugh and kiss his sweet, innocent head. I chose the latter. I wanted to do the former. Good parenting eh?

I am NOT - let me rephrase that - NOT with child. And quite frankly, I've been doing sit ups. Now, I'm going to stop doing those sit ups and go eat some chocolate. Darn kids.

Grade 2 or Second Grade - it really all depends....

Today was the first day of Grade 2 and S handled it well. Not only did he have a smile on his face in the morning (see pic.) but he had one when he walked out of school too. Can't beat that. As an aside, can you see the shoes the boys got on? Yah, those are his 2 year old crocs. We didn't notice he hadn't put on his new shoes until half way to school and by then there was no turning back. We are oh so classy.