Funnies

We were in the car and listening to the radio. The song "Gives You Hell" by the All American Rejects came on the radio. Henry started to sing along but made up his own chorus. Instead of "I hope it gives you hell, gives you hell" he sang, "Momma gives you help, gives you help". He made my day!

Based on a true story.

Ode to the Dude at Wal-Mart

I was working in my line
You showed up at a quarter to nine
I gave you a smile
You were going to be there a while

I asked myself why
You were buying heals so high
I held my tounge a bit
You were buying a bra that fit

I didn’t think I heard you right
You repeated yourself, so polite
I never thought of marshmallows
You were not going to swallow

In your bra, in your bra
The marshmallows were to go in your bra!

I took a minute to think
You went and grabbed a drink
I finally replied to your query
You had no need to worry

I said the candy wouldn’t melt
You didn’t want them stuck to your pelt
I blinked again in disbelief
You tried to give me some relief

I figured there must be some reason for
You needed to dress like a whore
I was so pleased you shared with me
You had plans to turn into a she

In your bra, in your bra
The marshmallows were to go in your bra!

The day started off well.

So we woke up this morning, ate breakfast and got dressed. Henry wanted to go outside and ride his bike. I had the boys sit on the stairs first and I got these totally adorable pictures. Aren't Freddie's cheeks the best? It's so hard to do anything but kiss them all day! So then I walked over to our patio and lifted up Henry's bike. It was stuck on something so I pulled really hard...WHAM!

Guess who threw their back out? The dork lifting the bike with only one arm, that's who. So I'm standing there, trying not to cry, the baby is on the grass, and I can't move. I sent Henry to try a couple of neighbors to come help, but nobody was home at 11 am on a Thursday. RUDE! Finally a maintenance guy walked by and I had him pick up the baby for me. Then I waddled into the house. That alone took me 5 minutes.

I called Jesse at work. He had meetings all afternoon and couldn't come home. I tried a bunch of people and nobody answered. I tried Ashley again (she had been one of the first on my list), she answered the phone super snotty, "What is it? Are you dying?" I started to cry and said yes. She immediately came over to help me. I think she felt majorly guilty for her attitude. :o)

Anyway, Ashley came and stayed with me until Jesse got home at 6:30. She cleaned my house, took care of my baby, went and bought me a heating pad and was an angel. Then Jesse came home, got us dinner and ice cream then put the boys to bed. I was loved and taken care of by all.

So if I'm still bad in the morning, we're going to the Insta-Care. I don't know what they really can do, but maybe I'll get to see Dr. Pepper again!

Not as different as I thought.

Just for fun I grabbed a couple of Henry's old pictures just to see how really different the two boys looked. The truth is, they're not as distinct as I had previously assumed. Maybe everybody else knew the truth, but I was really surprised. When I have more time I'm going to get some more of these together, it's been really fun.

FRED

HENRY


FRED

HENRY

Picture time with Henry

I can't really add anything with words. He is beyond my communication abilities.

We're crawling!!!!

Okay, not really. But I'm sure I got your hopes up for a minute. Freddie still has no interest in crawling but Jesse keeps insisting we try. Last night Freddie was put on the floor and we wouldn't pick him up. After 15 minutes, this is the end result:

Totally effective, right?