The Kid Said What??

Okay, I am going to play along with Cammie's new carnival. You can check it out over at the House of No Sleep here http://houseofnosleep.blogspot.com/


So, here we go:

Last night Tink was playing her DS on the couch beside of Hubbs, who was playing his Wii. (Yes we are slackers who play video games!) Tink was having trouble with her new game, ya know because she can't read yet and it has onscreen instructions, and suddenly I hear "Damn game!" Hubbs (who never hears ANYTHING when he is engrossed in his game) jerked his head up and asked what she said. "Never mind."


Bed time every night is a struggle. Tink doesn't want to sleep in her own room, she wants to sleep with her arms wrapped around my neck. Last night was no exception. "Just say yes mama, just say yes. Just say I can sleep in your bed, pleeease?"


Bed time also brings the same question EVERY night. "Do I need to keep my underwear on with my jammies?" Yes. For the 1 millionth time, yes.


Yesterday at Mamaw's house, Mamaw and the Mafia brothers (my nephews for those who don't know) were having a discussion about their dad (my brother). The Mafia were sure their dad would let them do whatever bad thing Mamaw had told them not to do and told her "My Dad will yell at you." Mamaw informed them she wasn't afraid of their dad, she would smack him too. Tink whispered to the mafia brothers "Mamaw is a bad talker, but don't tell her." Sadly, Tink doesn't whisper very quietly.


That's all I have this week. I need to start writing this stuff down.

Summer fun 2

This is Tink's new ride. It's a hand-me-down, but it's new to her and she LOVES it.She also loves that I have finally let her ride with her Daddy. Only around the yard and only in first gear. But I am getting there.

She loves to race Daddy in the front yard, she ALWAYS wins. Who cares that they are only going about 5mph.


Then of course you have the 4-wheeler talk. You know, about gears and doing wheelies and loop-de-loos, all the important stuff.

The other kids

Maggie May. She is quite the sweetheart. She's also stinkin rotten. Bo. He's a good dog, as long as you are a member of our immediate family. Anyone else and he acts a little agressive. We are currently working on resolving this problem.

This is what doggy wrestling looks like.

All that playing wears little Maggie May out.

Recital pics.

I am FINALLY getting around to posting pics from dance recital.

This was Tink for recital.

Here is her class. Tink is actually in the back row doing a pose on her knees, so she isn't really "IN" the pic.

Here the girls are again, this time dressed for the finalle. Tink is in the back with the white bow in her hair.

Here she is with her friend from class.

Bunch of cheesy girls!

Summer Fun

Mamaw bought Tink a bicycle. She can't ride it at home very well, she doesn't like to ride it in the grass, so we take it to Meme's when we go over there to visit.

Idlewilde

Hubbs and I took Tink to Idlewilde Park a few weeks ago. I have to say, we all had a GREAT time.

Tink was sure she was actually driving this car.

Tink and Hubbs won the boat race. We rode tons of rides, I don't have pics of the rest, I was too busy riding them with Tink to take pictures.

Here's Tink and Hubbs entering Story Book Forest. It's the cutest little forest you walk through to get to all the houses of the characters you and I remember from our childhood nursery rhymes. Why I didn't take pics of the outside of these adorable little houses is beyond me.

Tink is going through the key hole that Alice went through to get to Wonderland.

Tink is hiding inside Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater's house. Can you see Peter on the roof?

Here she is in Geppetto's workshop. Pinocchio, Cleo and all the others are in the background.

Have you ever sat at the table in the Three Little Bear's kitchen? We have.

Before we left, we made sure to stop at the Soak Zone. Sadly, Tink is a bit too small to ride most of the waterslides. She still had a great time playing in the water.

What a fun family day!

My Mail box

I opened my mailbox Saturday and look what I found inside.




It's an adorable sand dollar necklace from Fiauna at For My Four. You can find her here http://formyfour.blogspot.com/ or you can read the book she has written The Sprightling Diaries over here http://thesprightlingdiaries.blogspot.com/ I have to say I am hooked. I read along every week and can't wait for the next chapter.




I love it! I have worn it every day this week.



Tink is coveting it. She asks to wear it every day, she sits very still and wears it for about a minute then asks me to take it off so she won't break my new necklace.

Thanks Fiauna, I love it!

Faster than a run roader

Oh the things I learn in the car.

"Mom, I can run faster than a run roader (a road runner like on Looney Tunes). I run so fast I kick my butt with my feet while I run. I'll show you when we get home."

All I could do was laugh.

When we got out of the car Tink did give a demonstration and her feet do indeed hit her butt as she runs. Her arm also swings in a wide circle, this makes her run faster I was told.

Dear Skunk,

I do hope you are enjoying skunk heaven.

I warned you last week that JP was looking for you.

When he went out to lock up the shed last night and found you sitting on the hillside behind him, that was the last straw. You were just too close to the yard with Tink and the dogs out there. Hubbs felt he had no choice but to shoot you.

Does it really take six shots to kill a skunk? No? Hmmm.

Did you really have to let loose and spray like that after Hubbs shot you? The lovely aroma that came in through the air conditioner is still lingering this morning. I usually prefer vanilla or a tropical scent as an air freshener, although "ode de skunk" is interesting.

I am very sorry you did not get the proper burial you deserved. Hubbs had his reasons for flinging you over the fence onto a neighbor's property.

Missing the aroma already,
Me

PS. If you have any little relatives or friends living nearby I hope they now see Hubbs means business and move on. Quickly.

Letters

Dear Skunk,


Please find a new neighborhood to live in. I am so tired of taking Maggie out at bedtime to find that you have just spayed my entire lawn with your lovely scent. I am afraid that some night Maggie is going to see you and think you are a new playmate and try to play with you. I do not think there is enough tomato juice in the world to destink her after that.


I would like to be able to leave my windows open at night, you make this impossible.


Just so you know, Hubbs is planning to stay up and hunt you after dark this weekend. You might want to go ahead and move now.


Thanks,
Your neighbor










Dear Maggie and Bo,


I am so glad that the two of you have decided to be friends. You are great dogs, we love you very much and are very glad that we rescued you both.


We need to have a talk about your manners.


Bo, please stop trying to trip Mommy with your lead when we are outside. If you stop running off when we turn you loose, we will turn you loose more often. No more growling when Maggie gets near your food bowl. Storms aren't going to hurt you, you can calm down. Please stop digging under the front deck. You don't own the bed, it belongs to Daddy and I, move over or get down.


Maggie, you are doing great with the house training, but when we don't see you in front of the door sitting please bark before you pee, not after. Stop dragging dirty socks and underwear out of the laundry hamper. Tink doesn't like it when you use her legs as a chew toy, it makes her cry. I get up every day at 7, not daybreak, please quit barking at daybreak. We don't mind that you and Bo use the living room as a wrestling ring, but let's try to limit the matches to 1 hour, 'kay? Please stop climbing on everything in the house, dogs are not supposed to climb onto the table, toilet or bathroom counters. I know you like to jump into the tub to lick the water off the sides and floor after everyone showers, but quit licking the bar of soap. And when you get out of the tub, please dry your paws.


Thanks kids.


Love,
Mommy










Dear summer,


Where the heck did you go??!! We are planning on attending fireworks for the next three nights, so you need to warm it up a bit and cut out the rain. Oh, and I could use a little sun, my legs are a bit blinding when I wear shorts. I am hosting a cook out tomorrow evening, if you don't cooperate I am going to be royally pissed. Just so you know.



Sincerely,
Snow White










Aunt L,


I haven't seen you in a few years and I am looking forward to having dinner with you and the rest of my CRAZY family tonight. Sorta. I love you dearly, but can we keep the bragging to a minimum? We all know you are rich, but you don't have to go on and on about your new house at the country club and your ten vacations this year. The rest of us are poor and get a little tired of hearing about it. Really, either share the wealth or keep quiet.


Much love,
Your poor and jealous niece


PS. We all know the weather here in WV is not nearly as warm as you are used to in TX. You lived here for the first 30 years of your life, you should know this also. Quit complaining about it.