Easter

The boys had a Happy Easter. Jackson has been asking, "Is it Easter yet?" every day for weeks and he was so excited that the Easter Bunny finally came. He wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny to bring him a BIG Mr. Potato Head. He's been asking for it for months. And he finally got one. (Hayden got one too, it's just not in the picture.) And after all that asking today he informed me that he didn't ever want the Easter Bunny to bring him a Potato Head. He just wanted an umbrella. Whatever kid. Anyways, we woke up and they went through their Easter baskets, ate way too much candy, and then we colored Easter eggs. Then we went to Church, came home, took naps, and headed over to Grandmas for our annual Easter egg hunt outside.

I have the most awesome video, but for some reason it won't let me post it! Oh well. I hope everyone else had a Happy Easter.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday - Tape Watches

The Zoo

We went to the zoo a while ago and I wanted to post some pictures. I had a free ticket for Jackson that expired the next day and so I wanted to use it. When I got to the ticket booth to pay for mine, I realized that I couldn't find Jackson's free pass. I still haven't found it. I swear I put it in my purse and I think it flew out my window on the way up there. It is a mystery. Anyways we had a great time. If you were there you wouldn't know how much Jackson and Hayden loved the zoo. Jackson seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole thing and Hayden cried and wouldn't get too close to the elephants, the gorillas, giraffes, or anything else semi large, but they still talk about the zoo every day. Hayden tells me all the animals he saw: the zebras, the tiger, the goat, the peacock and most emphatically, the giraffes, even though you wouldn't know he saw them since he spent most of the time with the giraffes like this:

He loves giraffes, at least in books. And when we went to the building it said to be quiet because loud noises scare the animals. We walked in and Hayden started his cry that gradually gets louder and louder and I'm sure would have eventually caused a giraffe stampede. So I told him it was ok. If he was scared and didn't want to see the giraffes, just close your eyes and . . . he did, almost the whole time. He loves to talk about them now though. Go figure. Here's Jackson copying his brother.

And this is what he did when I told him NOT TO SMILE.Here are some more of my favorites.

Yay for the zoo!

Tagged

Here's how it works.

1. Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer

2. Select the 4th picture in that folder

3. Explain the picture

4. Tag 4 other people to do the same.

This is Jackson some time after Easter of 2006. He has his Easter bucket on his head and he used to like to wear it as a hat. He's so chubby I just want to squeeze every inch of him.

I tag Tiffany, Jennifer, Scooby, and Lisa.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Jackson and Hayden were so excited to FINALLY be able to wear their St. Patrick's day shirts from Grandma Jones. Thanks Grandma for making them look so cute! If only they would smile normally for a picture.

These are a little better:

Flashback Friday

These are my cute little chubba bubbas 2 years ago. Awwwwww, nostalgic sigh.

Blog Title

Tyler never looks at the blog. I was looking at it the other day and he saw the title.

"Oh, change your title, that is dumb."

"It's suppossed to be funny. Most of the time I am dysfunctional."

"Change it. It makes it sound like you need therapy."

"Oh, honey," I said. I was really moved and I took it as a compliment. "That's so sweet. Are you saying I don't?"

Sleepover

Last night the boys had their first sleepover at Grandma's without Mommy or Daddy. It fabulous (for me - probably not so much for my mom.) I got to stay up late AND sleep in! My favorite thing in the whole world. I'm not kidding. Jackson said he wants to have another sleepover. I second that motion! Thanks Mom and Dad and Amanda and Logan! We love you!

The best story that I heard from last night (I am writing this for myself) was last night when the TV was turned on. My mom is having a huge dinner at her house today (wasn't she nice to take them? My family even took them to Church with them. Jackson only slightly peed his pants one time. He informed me that he "kind of peed his pants, but Amanda took me home and got me new underwear.") Anyways, My mom is having a huge dinner and was getting some things ready and she turned on the TV for the boys. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was on and of course it was the part where Lupin turns into a werewolf. Jackson and Hayden were standing there watching and their lips started trembling and then they were crying. My mom was frantically trying to change the channel, but she couldn't find the right remote or it wasn't working or something, (and by the way, I don't know how to turn off the TV without the remote. The button is tiny and impossible to find) so she started yelling, "Go into my room! Go into my room!" She shooed them out of the living room and into her room and they were crying and scared and hysterical. It might not sound funny, but when she was telling it it was soo funny. But they're fine. They calmed down and watched "Meet the Robinsons." Oh, good times.

Flashback Friday

This was Jackson 4 years ago:

Sooooo chubby and sooo cute. Back then he didn't pee his pants in public twice in one week (at least not on purpose, or out of laziness). Right now I love babies.

To My Book Club Girls

I follow this blog (ok I stalk it) and I loved this post. It is dedicated to all the girls in my book club. Read it and tell me if you enjoyed it as much as I did.

When Animals Attack

I never thought I would use the expression, "music to my ears," but when they laugh, it is music to my ears. (Hayden is laughing in the background.)

Oh here's one more.

A Very Long Explanation of a 10 Second Conversation

Sometimes it’s really annoying being my head. I blame the crazy on being a girl. So last night Ty tells me that his friend’s wife is out of town and they’re going to have a movie night. He didn’t ask me if it was ok, which I guess he doesn’t have to do, but still. So of course I felt like I had to retaliate in some way. “That’s fine, but I’m going shopping.” Because apparently the one leads to the other.

I had been planning to go shopping anyways. One of my favorite pairs of pants now has to holes in the butt, and no, this did not happen when I was wearing them, that I know of. I’m 95% sure it happened in the wash because they’re just worn out.

Anyways, so I said, “Ya, that’s fine, but I get to go shopping.” Ty looks at me confused and says, “Hey, you get to go to book club and wherever and I don’t say a thing.” This is what this sentence actually means: “I don’t ever complain when you go to book club or anywhere. I just let you go because I know you want to, and I don’t complain especially when you go to book club, which is on a Tuesday, which is the night before my classes and I have lots and lots of homework that I always have to do. I put the kids to bed and then do my homework, and I don’t complain about you going because it makes you happy.” So I contemplated this for a second and said, “Oh, yeah, but honey. . .” and then I explained to him that I had holes in the butt of one of my comfortable pants and then further explained that “I NEED to go shopping. I need some more fat pants.” *

Tyler has had to go shopping lately too. We have both gained some weight. I have been trying unsuccessfully to get it off and therefore avoiding going shopping in hopes that anything I buy now would be too big in a month or so. Ty has had interviews and internships where he has to dress nicely so we have gone shopping for what we call his “fat clothes.” (We’re both going to have the weight off by our birthdays, I SWEAR!)

Usually when I go shopping though, I don’t tell Tyler. We’re on a strict budget because he is in school and he doesn’t ever notice when I have new clothes on, he just notices the bill. And when I tell him I needed to go shopping he just rolls his eyes and gives me the “Ugh, Shelly, we have to stop spending speech.” Which I hate. First of all I hate asking to go shopping because it ruins the whole shopping experience, and second of all, you can’t STOP spending. We are CONSUMERS in AMERICA. It’s just not possible. (And yes, I know what he means when he says this, but still, I hate it.) But we have been communicating really well lately so I decided to tell him that I really NEEDED to go shopping for some pants. And he surprised me. He patted me on the shoulder and in one of his nicest voices he said,

“Ok, go get some fat pants.”

And then I got angry.

This is where it gets annoying to be in my head. He agreed so early that immediately this is what went through my mind. “What do you mean go get some FAT PANTS? What are you saying? I’m huge? You don’t like my butt anymore, do you? Aren’t you going to fight with me at all? Aren’t you going to remind me of the ten other pair of jeans in my closet? Why aren’t you telling me that they all look good on me and that we’re on a really tight budget and I don’t really NEED them right now?

After he asked those questions I would explain that, “I’m sorry, I have gained weight and so have you and none of my pants are comfortable anymore. I really need some new ones. I wore out my comfortable ones and I feel ridiculous in everything I wear.” And then you were supposed to tell me that I look so cute in everything and I don’t know what I’m talking about, but since I feel insecure, go ahead, replace your pants, we’ll cut back somewhere else if it will make you feel better. But you’re not going to are you? Because you really THINK that I NEED fat pants. I look so ridiculously hideous all the time that you aren’t even going to fight with me about getting clothes because this time they’re necessary, not UNNECESSARY! GASP GASP GASP. (And then the ranting in my head continued – all in a split second, of course.)

Well, Mr. Tyler who thinks his wife is fat and doesn’t like her butt anymore (which USED to be one of his favorite things to compliment me on) You think I need fat pants? I’ll get you some fat pants, and since I look so hideous, guess what I’m going to get? Extra help. Oh yeah, These babies right here.

7 jeans have been calling my name for a long time and I’m heading to Nordstroms first thing in the morning. OH OH, or MAYBE I’ll get some TRUE RELIGION Jeans. They have way cute embellishments on the behind, then you won’t be so embarrassed of me now HUH! HUH? HUH? What do you think about that?

And then a second after he told me to go ahead and get some pants he said, still in his nice and genuinely concerned voice, “Just don’t get anything too expensive, especially out of retaliation.” And then he smiled and laughed.

I was a little taken aback. Can you hear what I’m thinking? Of course not. You wouldn’t be being nice if you did. So what did I say? “Oh, of course not. Pffff. I’m not shopping out of retaliation. I'd never do that. When have I ever? You have fun tomorrow.” This was followed by a nervous laugh.

All this over analyzing. And I wonder why I’m always so tired.

(*Please don't comment on how I look. I swear I'm not writing this because I'm fishing for compliments. I'm just amazed at what goes through my head. Does this happen to most girls, or is it just me?)

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Anniversary!

We looked much better then than we did today:

But we weren't nearly as in love. (HAHAHA - doesn't that make you want to gag? Oh well. I'm feeling mushy today.)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!