How to entertain your puppy for hours

When the kids fed the dogs this morning, Lil Miss accidentally dropped one of the bowls and dog food went flying everywhere. She got all she could picked up before she had to get on the bus for school.

Mia discovered some under the stove.

How to Entertain your Puppy

She discovered if she works hard enough, her efforts will be rewarded.

How to Entertain your Puppy

She’s been doing this on and off for HOURS today.

How to Entertain your Puppy

I’ve never seen her more focused, more determined. 😀

I don't have many words right now

How about some photos instead?

Emo Kevin
Did you know Kevin was Emo now?

Emo Kevin
You didn’t? Looks pretty emo to me.

Emo Kevin
He’s a rock star now too.

Emo Kevin
So maybe it was just for a play at school, but I think he pulls off the emo rock star thing quite well.

Cody's Birthday 2009
We celebrated a birthday in March. Guess who didn’t like his present at all?

Cody's Birthday 2009
He didn’t like this one much either. And can you believe someone thought to give one of these children yet another nerf dart gun? I mean. Really?!? Did a certain you-know-who, whom shall rename nameless (hint: rhymes with “cleric” even though he’s far FAR from holy) think we really needed ONE more nerf dart gun? (Another hint: he’s standing behind Cody in the above picture). Please ignore the spaghetti dinner mess in the background. I promise it was cleaned up as soon as I put down the camera.

Cody's Birthday 2009
There was a pinata. Not just any pinata. A Darth Vader pinata. And judging from the little dude in the background, possibly an airplane race occurred?

Cody's Birthday 2009
I have no idea how this got in here. I am not even sure I know what it is. Maybe I should be afraid?

And finally I leave you with this rare sighting:
Dear Sun,

Oh how I’ve missed thee. Please stick around longer than a day or two. Pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top?


P.S. The rest of the photos I uploaded today are located here.

The Arsenal

There’s been some questions about how much I really did exaggerate in my post yesterday, War has been declared. I offer you some evidence in the form of photos. After viewing the evidence, you can judge for yourself just how much truth bending occurred yesterday.

Here’s your first photo evidence. This is only part of their arsenal. See the books? I’d like to think my kids are super interested in their education, but those big heavy books make great anchors for their blanket/clothing forts. Also, if you look closely, you’ll catch a glimpse of our youngest soldier.

Nerf Dart Gun Arsenal, that includes the Machine Gun (aka The Vulcan)

Nerf Dart Gun Arsenal, that includes the "Machine Gun" (aka The Vulcan)

While not pictured, Kayla was the target.

Shooting Kayla as she arrived

Shooting Kayla as she arrived

This machine gun is almost as big as Cody.

This "machine gun" is almost as big as Cody.

Note the man on the floor, the dart sticking out of his forehead, the ottoman on its side, the blanket over the couch and ottoman, and the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor.

Note the man on the floor, the dart sticking out of his forehead, the ottoman on its side, the blanket over the couch and ottoman, and the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor.

I rest my case.

War has been declared

Nerf Darts... EVERYWHERE! It all started here.

The younger boys exchanged their helicopters for nerf dart guns and it’s been WAR ever since.

One of the older boys decided he needed to get a nerf dart gun. Then the other older boy decided he needed one too, then another, then a nerf dart machine gun. THEN. The oldest boy (aka Jack, aka the father of all these boys) needed one too.

Furniture is being re-arranged. Darts fly across the house constantly. I find nerf darts in the sink, on my desk, in the heater vents, in our food, in the pantry, laundry room, kitchen, dining room, and stuck to any surface a nerf dart will stick. We have small nerf darts, and big nerf darts, and glow in the dark nerf darts.

The girls in this house? Well, all the boys managed to corrupt the youngest one so she’s joined their war, while Sissa and I just put up with it the best we can. Sure we can’t watch TV from the comfort of our couch because 9 times out of 10 the couch cushions are missing since they make great barricades. It wouldn’t matter anyway since there’s likely 58 darts stuck to the TV screen. Sometimes in patterns.

In my house, it’s now quite common to find a boy, or girl, or two boys and a fully grown man dramatically crawling across the carpet, combat style, telling everyone else to shush, while somewhere else in the house you’ll hear someone scream, “YOU’RE DEAD!! I SHOT YOU FAIR AND SQUARE! (…not in the face mom…)”.

If you want to visit us from now on, I must warn you: Come fully armored. You’ll likely be greeted by 67 nerf darts flying at you from all directions and the words, “Darn I thought you were dad” the second the door is opened.

If you don’t have good balance and quick reflexes, I advise you to not come over at all. In order to navigate my house, you must be ready to dodge while navigating chairs and any movable hard surface with pillows, blankets, and possible large clothing items covering them, most times blocking the entrance to, well… anywhere. That includes the bathroom. So make sure you “go” before you come over.

OK. Fine. I *might* be exaggerating. But only a little.

I have a confession to make…

I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It… the taste of her cherry chapstick…

WHY oh WHY do I have to like this song? And why does it get stuck in my head for hours and hours on end? The lyrics… oh so silly. It’s SOOOOOO corny and something I totally do not relate to (no offense to my girlfriends, lol). Yet when it comes on I turn up the radio and sing along. It’s kind of embarrassing.

Then it hit me. I can’t NOT like this song. It’s going to forever be associated with an awesome memory. In all it’s corniness and stupidity, I will always associate this song with fun times.

When we were in California we rented a limo at the suggestion of our hotel receptionist to transport us to Medieval Times. (Amazingly it was the cheapest way to get nine people 30 miles away from our hotel in SoCal.) For most of our kids it was the first time in a limousine. It was a very fancy limo with lights all over the inside, free drinks, DVD player, and an awesome stereo. As I was messing with the stereo this song came on and the kids made me stop and turn it up. So I obliged and all of them (the older ones at least) sang this whole song in unity while dancing in their seats, etc. They had such a blast being all cool in the limo, singing this song.

So, that’s my confession. I like this song. Please don’t hate me.