No go too fast Man!!!

We had dinner with Daughter and the grandkids last night, at their house for a change, and when we got ready to leave BK announced she wanted to go to my house. "G, I want to go to you house." How could I resist? I did try, but she was adamant that she wanted to go. So, we put her clothes in a Wal-mart bag and headed to my house. As soon as we buckled her in, she wanted to know where her mama was. I told her she wasn't coming with us, which caused some hesitation, but she ultimately decided she would go with me instead of staying home. So, we headed out, and she is chattering as usual (a trait she inherited from her mother). As we started going down the road, she told Man, "No go too fast Man. A police-a-man will get you." Apparently this is something she has to tell her mother on a regular basis, and she doesn't hesitate to threaten anyone driving her around that a "police-a-man" is waiting to get you if you go too fast!

Grandkids...

Daughter picked the grandkids up from daycare yesterday and headed to my house for a cookout. I had purchased a new slip-n-slide for the kids to keep at my house and I was in the front yard setting it up when they pulled in the driveway. BT was extremely excited since in his opinion, this one was sooooo different than the one at his house. It was not. BK was so excited she decided to by-pass putting on a swimsuit, undressed COMPLETELY in the front yard, and took a dive down it. She kept telling us to watch her and her naked self run from the sidewalk to the slide and land in the puddle of water at the end. We attempted to convince her to go inside and put on her swimsuit. She didn't want a swimsuit on. So, we told her it was shorts and a top. She agreed to put it on. BT put his suit on and back outside we went. We even put extra kid shampoo on the slide to make it extra slippery. BT was loving it. He declared it a great day and said it was most fun he ever had!!! (I love it when he tells me that!!) BK walked over to the slide, stood on it for a minute, and declared her shirt was wet and needed to come off. We told her it was a swimsuit and she reminded us we told her it was shorts and a top. So, we tried to convince her it was a swimsuit and she wasn't buying it. Off came the clothes, again. Turns out, she doesn't mind being wet at all, as long as she doesn't have clothes on, and clothes include swimsuits. She doesn't like her clothes to be wet, EVER!!! She confirmed this again in the backyard, when she reached in the pool to get something out, and got a spot of water the size of a quarter on her dress and immedilately proceeded to take the dress off. She had been at my house for 45 minutes and had changed clothes 4 times. If she got anything on her wet again, besides her birthday suit, she was going to have wear my clothes. So, we gave her a bath, put her pajamas on her, and let her watch "Shek" a/k/a "Shrek"..

I won't even get into the mess they made of my jewelry trays while they were supposed to be watching "Shek"...

T-ball....Here's the picture..

He had just gotten a great hit... and... we thought he was going to run the bases...but, wait.. what's wrong?

Unfortunately we left that part out... about running the bases.. He hit the ball and ran straight for his mama... and his t-ball season for 2009 officially ended right then and there.. in the bottom of the first inning in game one...

Shred It!

It is supposed to be an every day, for thirty days excerise program. It hasn't happened like that at my house. I am doing it on a regular basis, but not daily as I had hoped, but I can absolutely tell the difference in not only the way I look, but in my energy level as well. My muffin top is disappearing, slowly but surely. And, I feel better in general. I was attempting to get up and do it every morning at 4:45 so I could be in the shower by 5:10, but it is just easier to do it in the afternoons, or even later in the morning on the weekends. Daughter is doing it too, as is my niece. From what I read on other blogs, people are certainly seeing unexpected results. You do have to push yourself, especially the first few days when you are incredibly sore, but it is worth it. I can even do it after a couple of beers! Yep, you can drink and shred!!!!

Weekend..

We spent Saturday at the pool with the grandkids. The only bad thing is, when we go with the kids, I only get sun on one side so I can watch them. I could turn over, and get comfortable, since I am sure they would not drown in the 30 seconds it would take me to get up, tie my top back on and pull them out of the water, but BT worries we are not doing our job unless we are sitting on the edge of the pool, or sitting upright in a chair watching them every second. We DO watch them carefully, but they are in 2 feet of water, and I really don't anticipate either of them going under and being unable to get up in water that shallow. And, when BT did get in the big pool (with his ring, even though I have spent over $600.00 for three two-week sessions of swim lessons for him alone), and convinced his sister to sit on the steps in the big pool, he told us we were not doing our job because she was going up and down the steps and might fall in. I tried reassure him she would not drown before we could get to her, but he was not convinced for some reason.

And, he got fried at the pool. We put sunscreen on both of them religiously, and the redheaded kid that he is got fried. This was a first. He wanted the emergency spray, also known as Solarcaine. And they both stayed with me Saturday night so I pulled an all-nighter as his personal nurse for part of the night, and dealing with a 2 1/2 year old that would not stay in bed unless I was in there with her. I finally took her upstairs and slept with her so we could both get some sleep. I felt like I was dealing with a newborn! I had to have a nap later in the day which is very unusual for me. I don't usually get still long enough to fall asleep, except at night when I watch TV. And no, I am not getting old..

BT Day

We had another BT Day recently. Sunday night he informed me he needed a BT day since he had not had one in quite some time. This means he wants his sister to go to daycare, and he wants to go to work with me and stay all day. The bosses were going to be gone all day, so I agreed. And, he was a sweetheart, as usual. I keep stuff at my office for him to do "art" projects, and he loves to play computer games. He ran some "important" errands with me, i.e., oil change, Marshall's, mexican food for lunch, etc. He loved all the snacks they had at the oil change place and ate the entire time we were there. That is what a G does.. she lets you eat crap! Then we went to Marshall's where he decided we needed a new ice cream scoop, with a cow handle, along with four small ice cream spoons, with various farm animal handles. He didn't want them for eating ice cream, he wanted them to play with. As I type, they are all five lined up neatly on my coffee table, all facing the same way, and have been since Monday afternoon. They will stay there until I dust, or he moves them, whichever comes first. And, when I pick them up today from daycare, he will go straight to my den to make sure they are still there. And, he talks to them.

When we were on our way to pick up his sister from daycare, I told him his sister would need a BK day soon, since he had a BT day, and he would have to go to daycare that day. He informed me she really would not like a BK day, and it would be a waste of my time to do it. But, he is available for another day in honor of himself next week.

Awwwwww.....look at its....

Friday night we cooked out at Daughter's house for Mother-in-law's birthday (which I had forgotten). Since I love to read other people's blogs, I wanted to share something I had seen on another blogger's website with BT and BK. Go here http://suzannemcminn.com/ and see if you can find the video of the baby chick being born. This lady has an awesome website and I look forward to reading it each day. BT and BK were sitting in my lap watching the baby chick being born, commenting on it ocassionally, listening to the "tweets" of the other two little chicks that had recently hatched. When it finally broke loose from its shell, BT said "Awwwww, look at its pecker."

Enough said..