Deep Thinking

Hazel and I were in a public restroom a few day ago washing our hands. The trash can was right on her level and she stared at it for a long time after throwing her paper towel away.

In a panic, she whipped her head up and looked at me with a very concerned look and said, "Mommy! You can't reach the trash can because you didn't already grow small enough."

I just smiled at her and tried to reassure her that I could just drop my paper towel down from my staggering height, but she wasn't having it.

She said "NO. You have to grow down like THIS!" and squatted down to the floor while motioning a gradual "growing down" with her hands.

Oh, the mind of a two year old.

And here is a precious moment I captured. They may scream and fight 99% of the day, but occasionally I hear silence (that phrase makes no sense) and I find them loving each other. :)

watching t.v. together

Do you see Hazel's little arm around his shoulder? So sweet. And what does it say about my picture taking habits that they didn't even budge while I circled around them for the best view? Poor kids.

Viva Las Vegas

Well...now I can say I have been to Vegas.

My Dad had a work thing in Las Vegas so we decided to hop on over and meet up with them for the weekend. We had our fair share of Casino hopping and show watching. Here are just a few of our pics from the weekend. We also stopped at Hoover Dam on the way home. You can look at the rest of our pics at http://www.familywill.shutterfly.com/


The fountains at the Bellagio (beautiful, but disappointing in it's brevity)




Hazel meets the lions at the MGM Grand

Just some random Hazel cuteness (Owen didn't want his picture taken)

New York New York- looks cooler on the outside than the inside.

This is what Hazel did while we casino hopped the second day. :)

The fam at Treasure Island (now THAT was a wholesome family show (this is sarcasm)).

Owen and Hazel liked Circus Circus the best because of all the carnival rides and attractions inside. They had to ride these helicopters twice ($8 per ride).

I think my favorite part of the trip happened on the way home. The kiddos fell asleep at about 5:00 pm and woke up hungry and whiny around 7:00. We were in the middle of the 2 1/2 hour stretch of desert....and I mean nothing but desert. Hazel had to pee in the rocks on the side of the road (which she loved). Anyway- as we pulled into Wikieup, there was a little rest stop/ restaurant that we took advantage of. It was a family-run business and the girl there was just as friendly as can be. She struck up a conversation as we waited for the credit card machine to work.

girl: "How you guys doin'?"

me: "Good. We're just kind of tired"

girl: "Have you been drivin' a long time?"

me: "We are just on our way home from Las Vegas"

girl: "Oh! Did you have a good time?"

me: "It was fun...I just think we need to go without the kids next time."

girl: " I know what you mean. We got married there and I was wishing we had a babysitter that night!"

me: silence....

Not So Scary Movie

Disclaimer:
This post is in no way an opportunity to make fun of my sister...ok- it is a little bit. But that is not it's main purpose.

Meredith told me that they rented a movie called 1408 and her strange husband wanted to watch the trailer before they watched the movie. Well, Meredith was so scared by the trailer that she made Jon-David return the movie. So I thought "I HAVE to rent that movie!" I like to be scared, but "scary" movies these days just don't seem to be scary! Nathan and I watched 1408 tonight and just looked at each other at the end like "What the crap?!" It was just weird and spastic.

Give me an hour of recorded 911 calls if you really want to scare me. There are just too many things in real life to be scared of for me to be scared by Jon Cusack spinning in a circle with a look on his face like he just rode a really good roller coaster.

Dead Man Walking

Owen: I've had the chocolate whoppers before, but I've never tried the strawberry ones.
Me: That's a sad story, Owen.
Owen: I'm going to have some when I'm a grown up....when my parents are dead.
Daddy: Your parents don't have to be dead for you to be a grown up. I'm a grown up and my parents aren't dead.
Owen: But your parents LOOK like they are almost dead. Grandaddy is a REALLY old man.

Pissed Off (and on...)

Our patio has had a strange odor for the past month. At first we tried to find out what the source was, and then we just decided to be smart about the whole situation and not go on the patio anymore.....

Obviously that didn't last long since I am trapped in a two bedroom apartment with two crazy kids. We have to get out every once in a while or the neighbors start calling DFACS. So I was noticing that there was a lot of dog doo in the desert grass (rocks) in front of our patio. I called the manager to complain and he said he would send the grounds people back to rake it up. But there was just a new stash of doodie the next day. Then some strange things started appearing (a bag of poop in one of our bushes, a dustpan smeared with...guess....that's right... it-shay) that made me start questioning this smell a little more. Finally, I came out to the patio one day and found a turd (I'm going to try to use a new word for it each time it is mentioned) balancing on top of my gate. I thought, "Wow- either that is an EXTREMELY limber dog, or that crap came from above."

So my next call to the manager was to tell him that I was pretty sure the people two stories above us were letting their dogs stinky on the balcony and then they were sweeping it over the edge...and therefore poisoning the tiny piece of ground that my children have on which to play. As you can imagine, I was slightly peeved.

All my assumptions were confirmed today as I stood at the edge of my patio watching my precious children "get out their energy" (this is what I call it when the neighbors give us crusty looks...but they usually don't think it's as cute as I do- or so I have gathered from all the fingers I have been shot). So, I'm standing there talking to my neighbor and all of a sudden Hazel says "It's raining!" just as I feel a few droplets of liquid hit my head. I quickly jumped out of the way and looked up to see a sweet doggie pissing on my head from the balcony above.

Of course I immediately called my manager back and gave him an earful (I might have used even more vulgar language than "pissing"). But I just don't feel like anything he does can make up for the damage to the things on my patio, not to mention the emotional damage after having my head peed on. So I am contemplating revenge. My father had the INGENIOUS suggestion of filling a water gun with my own pee and squirting it through her windows (which are always open). So, unless you have an even better suggestion, expect to hear about my water gun skills in the near future. :)

"Dirty" Dreams

Some people have been wondering whether or not I ever checked out the picture in Owen's dream journal. I have. I was considering scanning it and posting the picture, but G-Daddy says that would embarass him, so I have reconsidered. Instead I will just say this....it looks like a third leg. That little boy lacks no confidence.

If you don't know what I am talking about, don't ask me to explain! :)

Kiddos

Ok- I feel like I don't have anything new or exciting to post, so here are just a couple of cute (in my personal, unbiased opinion) stories about the kids.



Hazel's isn't really a story, but she is constantly stripping lately (which I'm sure is pretty typical for little girls her age...or she is just an exhibitionist in the making). She is just so darn proud of being able to manipulate zippers and buttons, so she has to show her skills as often as possible. So here she is parading around without a shirt. I expecially love these pics because it shows her lack of a booty (and hips). I swear...I can never find pants that fit this little girl.


I removed this picture because my paranoid concerned family thought it was too provocative for the pervs out there.

Look at that skinny little midget! Ha.

Owen was laying down in the booth at a restaurant and said "Mom, people keep walking by me and don't even realize me. I am so still and quiet they think I'm a statue."

Another Owen story that my mom thinks I should share is about Owen randomly bursting out in laughter in the car the other day and saying "Ha. I just thought of something so funny." When I asked him what, he said "I can't tell you because it has a bad word in it." I said "Maybe you shouldn't be laughing at it, then." He said "It was just a dream I had and I drew a picture of it in my dream journal."

Anyway- without telling you the entire conversation, apparently he had a dream about falling from outerspace in the buff. He thought he couldn't tell me about it because he would have to say the word penis (which apparently he drew a picture of in his journal...I definitely need to check that out!). We have always called it a penis, so I'm not sure why he all of a sudden thinks that is a bad word, but you should have heard the way he said it....out of the corner of his mouth- afraid to say it too loud.