Guess where we are going?

Only to the happiest place on earth!!!!

When the boys turn three we take them usually to Sea World. Einstein and Brudder have both been. We were going to keep with the tradition and take Boog to see the flopping, flying whale as well. Until he decided that he loved Mickey Mouse. Like really loved him. I went online to check prices for tickets for both the whale and the mouse. Surprisingly, the mouse was less expensive to see than the whale. I never thought I would ever see that day come.

We were planning on going on The Assistant's birthday since they were having the Year of Dreams thing going on or whatever it is. He was going to get in free which would make it cheaper for us. The kids were excited. Brudder couldn't wait...until he found out that Daddy's birthday was on a Thursday. A school day. He refused to skip school. Crazy isn't it! My seven and a half year old will not skip school to go to freaking Disney World! Why you may ask...he has perfect attendance. He will not sacrafice a made up off the computer piece of paper recognizing him for perfectly attending school to go to the happiest place on earth. I think something is majorly wrong with him. At this point I am thinking that it is going to cost me $70 (the cost of an adult ticket) to make sure he would get his perfect piece of computer paper. Since, Daddy's birthday is on a Thursday...a school day. Okay fine!

So...this past Tuesday, I worked. I switched a shift with a coworker. I am so happy that I did. I waited on a couple ladies that are regulars of mine. They are absolutely adorable. I spend time sitting and chatting with them if I'm not busy. They know so much about me and I know a lot about them. I was telling them the story of Brudder and how he is a weirdo for not wanting to skip school. Of course they got a chuckle out of it as so did everyone else that I told.

I gave them their bill and when I came back Mrs. W looked at me and said she wanted to make a deal with me. Okay? What is it? She then told me that instead of leaving me a tip she wanted me to have these. These, you ask? Two park hopper tickets to Disney World! I was in shock! I couldn't believe it. Of course I hugged her, thanked her and told her how amazing she was! She gets so many tickets per year because she is a retired fromer employee of Disney. She just handed them over to me like it was nothing. She made my entire day for sure!

So a meant to be short story turned into a very long story...We are going to Disney World this weekend. I'm stoked, the kids are stoked and hopefully The Assistant is stoked too. lol

My Four Legged Kid

Boog has been saying some of the craziest things lately. Mostly when I'm trying to discipline him.

Today, we had to make a trip to Target. I had to buy Eclipse since I am close to being finished with New Moon. The boys of course decided to take forever to get ready. I finally had enough of telling them over and over to get their shoes on so that we could go.

Boog was in his room and I told him to bring me his socks and shoes. Being three, he has the attention span of a nat. After telling him again and again, I raised my voice at him. That made him upset. This was his response.

You making me mad. You making me angry. (about a five second pause) Like a tiger!

Yeah, a tiger. How can I not laugh? How am I expected to discipline him when something like that comes out of his mouth? It's nearly impossible not to burst out in laughter.

This kid surprises me on a daily basis. I already feel sorry for his preschool teacher. The one he doesn't have yet. It will be interesting.

Early Puberty Intervention

Brudder is in a weird stage of his life. He is weird about nakedness. Oddly, he is comfortable being naked in front of women like myself or my grandmother. He hides his parts in front of men like his own father and grandfather. It's odd to me because you would think being a boy, he would be more comfortable being naked around other people that hang like him but he is the total opposite.

Last night Brudder was laying in bed with me while I was reading. The Assistant was brushing his teeth in the doorway of the bathroom. He had one arm up on the molding exposing his hairy armpits.

Brudder: Ewww, Daddy has hair under his pits.

Me: All guys have hair under their pits unless they shave them.

Brudder: That's gross.

Me: Get use to it, you'll get some too.

Brudder: Nuh uh. I'm not.

The Assistant: You'll also get some right here. (as he pulls his shorts down far enough to expose the top of his man jungle. And no folks he didn't show his weiner or anything, just the top of his man jungle.)

Brudder: EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW. Daddy, that is nasty. I'm shaving mine when I get some.

Me: Naw. You don't ever shave it all off, you just trim it to look pretty and tame.

Brudder: That's what I'm doing then.

The look on his face was so funny. Considering he is seven and a half, I thought he had been more observant of his father and his hairy areas. I guess he was never paying much attention.

When he was giving Daddy a hug before bed, he wouldn't get close enought to touch his hairy armpits.

Brudder: I'm calling you pits from now on Daddy.

The Pre-Move Strategy

We found a house. A brand new house. A brand new house that has been sitting empty for about nine months. This means bugs. Daddy long legs. Spiders. Wasps nest. Spider nests. You name it, I've seen it. I went today to clean this new house. It took forever trying to debug it. The nightmare got worse.

It's well water. Well water that has been sitting for nine months, un-ran. I went to clean the brand new bathrooms. It smelt like rotten eggs. The water was brown. Anyone that knows my personality knows that bugs, smelly water and anything dirty just isn't my style. I almost died.

I thought the stinky, dirty water was going to be permanent. I had to call the assistant (aka the husband) to make sure this was normal. I also had to put a call into the builder to make sure this was normal. Turns out it is normal and only temporary. Thank someones lucky stars. My blood pressure was boiling over it.

The kids were with me while I was cleaning the inside. Boog kept running around asking who fah ted. (yea it is actually fart, his r sounds haven't rolled yet)

The assistant has to pressure wash the outside and the garage this weekend. He also has to put up the $380 worth of curtains and curtain rods that I just purchased. That was money that I really didn't want to get rid of. I figured it as an investment though. I'm sure any passer bys wouldn't appreciate seeing Boog trapsing around the house naked. His new nickname is about to be wilderness boy. Sometimes I swear he was half raised by a pack of wolves.

I'm happy to be putting my little family back together in one place. It has been a rough year for all of us. We deserve to have our lives calm down a bit.

We should be moved in within the next couple weeks. The main thing I dread isn't the actual moving of heavy objects. It's the fact that I'll have to go a few days again without internet. How sad is my life?!