tricks

This guy is becoming quite the big man. 

He is full of personality and keeps us laughing.  Sometimes for good, sometimes in mischief.  Regardless, I need to write some quirks down so that I don't forget them....

1) Nopey-- Nopey joined our family a few months ago.  Nopey is his imaginary friend.  Here are Nopey and Kaleb riding the balloon ride at Busch Gardens.  Yep, Nopey is buckled in for safety.

This is a picture of the curtains sitting on top of the toy box.  "Why?" you ask.  I asked the same question.  Well, Nopey was apparently climbing up the curtains and got stuck.  K. had to help him down.  Funny, the curtains could not hold Nopey and K.

2) Tricks- Whenever we are driving, K. likes to play "tricks."  He will say ,"Look Mom, there is a gorilla in a tree."  I then have to dramatically say, "where".  He repeats the question and then this time he will say, "tricked ya."  Some of my favorites are a peanut butter sandwich running down the road, a dinosaur climbing the water tower, a pig flying over the car, or a snake crawling on his feet.  

3.  Singing-- A. has always been a singer.  She sings everything.  K.  not so much.  But now, he sings everywhere.

  

"If the double doesn't like it he can sit on a tack, sit on a tack and stay."  I think it was supposed to be a verse from "This Little Light of Mine."  Close...

4. Awesome pants.  What qualifies awesome pants?  Well, anything that is mesh and elastic.  Anything that makes him look like he is ready to go to the gym.  He doesn't care if they are with button up shirts or T shirts as long as they are, "awesome"  

sometimes I feel like a champ, sometimes I don't

It was raining last night.  This morning, I woke up and just knew that we would have a morning off of soccer and field hockey.  I let the kids lounge in bed.  We make home made granola and watched Monsters Inc.  It was 8:45 and I realized that the soccer coach never sent out a message.  Hhmmm, maybe it wasn't cancelled after all.  A quick text to one of the other moms... nope.  Soccer game is about to begin.  Well, we won't make that but that means we need to get into gear to make it to field hockey.  Everyone starts moving around and A. is screaming, "where is my uniform."  I search through every single drawer and laundry basket.  Oh great, it's in the washing machine where it has been for over 24 hours.  It's wet and it smells like mildew.  Lovely.  Quick hand wash and I toss it into the dryer.  We now have 15 minutes until we need to be in the car.  K. is running around looking for his forever missing shoe.  A., thankfully the helper, is filling up water bottles.  1 minute to go and I give up on the shoe and put him in his old broken shoes.  I pull the clothes out of the dryer.  Well, damp uniform it is.  

We all run to the car and see this...

Yep, 15 miles until empty.  The game is about 14.9 miles away.  Today, I am not a champion.