Boys Will Be Boys

Kyson's had a rough day. He kissed the concrete with his face. Okay, so I don't really know what happened because I was not an actual witness to the accident. I had a few varied versions. What I do know is this......there was a curb, a basketball, a dog, and Kyson involved. Now after that, the facts get a little muddled. But here is the end result.

Sampler Platter

Here's a healthy dose of little Reese's for you.....

1. I gave all the kid's haircuts. I'm too cheap to pay for it. And I must say I think I do a fairly good job of it. At least as well as the last one I paid for. I offer to cut Ryan's hair and he acts as if he'd rather eat raw chicken. All I can say to that is, "Puh-lease!"

2. Kendri's new favorite game is "Go Fish". We play almost every day. I'm getting a little sick of it. But she has hard time when Lexi is at school all day and I suppose I make a decent replacement ;)

3. I worked in Lexi's classroom today. We had a "Lock-down Drill". We had to huddle in a corner with the lights off and make not a sound.

4. It was after our lock-down drill that I realized I never signed in at the office as a volunteer. Thus resulting in the missing "Volunteer" badge I should've been wearing. I spent recess turning my back everytime Mrs. Connor came near. Mrs. Connor who undoubtedly would've chewed me up and spit me out. And then happily stomped on me. Perhaps I am the reason lock-down drills are necessary........

5. My kids have been taking turns waking up before 6:00 am. By the time I fall back to sleep my alarm is going off. Someone needs to tell them to sleep while they can!

6. I'm wearing a hologram bracelet. Which means I can do 50 push-ups, run a 4 minute mile and am "balanced."

7. Actually, it was just my alternative to buying a new mattress. I have not yet committed my loyalty to the "positive energies" it gives me. But the infomercial said it works, so it must. ;)

(Just so you know, I am not an infomercial freak. Ryan bought them from someone at work who was selling them for cheap.)

8. The Halloween costumes are ready and waiting.......I'll give you a hint. "Follow the yellow brick road!"

9. Amber is coming out to celebrate my (or should I say "our") 31st birthday. Ahem - Amber, have you got your tickets yet???

10. Kyson likes to "Meep-meep" everyone's noses. The girls are very obliging. What good little sisters!

And that's all for now.......Adios!

Projects

I haven't had any projects for awhile. Not that I'm big into projects, but I do enjoy one every now and then. We decided to do a mini face-lift for the girls' room. And I must say, I love the way it turned out! I don't have a "before" picture, but just imagine a blank wall. We took everything down when we thought we were moving last year. And then I was sick of it and refused to put it back up :)

Ryan painted the tree trunk for me and the flowers are vinyl cut-outs. It was good creative outlet. And now I think Kyson's room needs a little somethin'-somethin'. Just don't know what. I'll have to keep pondering......

1920's

Who are these people, you ask? My Great-great grandma.......oh fine, it's me and Ryan. Ryan and I were invited to 1920's Murder Mystery Dinner. And I must say, we had a blast! I was Glenna Glib, a talk-a-lotta head waitress at a newly opening restaurant. Ryan, on the other hand, was the head of the maffia. Let's just say he off-ed a couple of guys. I have to admit I was a nobody in the whole scheme of things, but I tricked everyone into thinking I was a main player! Hee, hee. It could be because my husband was the head maffia guy and everyone was watching us interact.

I was "lucky" enough to come across a hidden murder weapon and was busy trying to decide who I was going to get rid of when the game ended. I was so disappointed. Ryan had been trying to sway me over to his side of the game by promising me all the "glamour" that comes with being in the maffia but I hadn't been totally convinced. Glenna Glib still had morals. After the game I was trying to figure out why I didn't just sell my murder weapon to "Toto" (Ryan's character) and live a little wrecklessly. Oh well.

Next time.

My Fairy Tale Life

I have a garden. I usually only plant things in the spring but this year I decided to try my hand at broccoli. Tis a fall vegetable. So I planted my little broccoli sprig in my garden the other day with thoughts of self-sufficiency and "grower of life" entitlements racing through my mind. As I planted, Kyson followed me around, mimicking my movements. My little gardner in the making. He helped prepare the soil. He helped dig the hole. He helped pat the earth. He reached over and gave me a loving pat on the back.........errrrrchhhhh. (That means we've come to a screeching halt:)

I was too busy to notice something important. Kyson and his charming little smile. The charming little smile that turned into a wicked little grin.

Kyson was not patting me "'lovingly". Nor was he patting me "encouragingly." He had reached over, pulled my shirt up and shoved a little grubby hand into the waist band my pants. A grubby little hand with a fist full of dirt to be exact. In my pants. And then he let go of his fist full of dirt.

It took a moment to register. And that's when the fairy tale ended.