I'm a widdle fodder

Kaytlynn said one day: "Mom's a stunt and I'n a widdle fodder." It sounded like Mom's a skunk and I'm a little father. It was really moms a skunk and I'm a little farter. It's so true. Well, maybe not the first part, but the second part for sure. And Kaytlynn is getting to the point where they aren't stinkless farts. They can be stinky! Poor kid got bad genes.

It's still fresh!

We went to Chuck E. Cheeses for a birthday party last week. Near the end Josh said he was thirsty so I said we'd get a refill on his drink on our way out. Connor said "I found one mom! It's still fresh." He ran off before I could stop him and came back with somebodies drink. It was either Coke or Root Beer. I was a little bit mortified. I imagined somebody would be missing their drink off their table. I asked him to show me where he got it, and luckily he took me to one of the games. Somebody had left it there. Connor got a lesson in not taking things that aren't his, and he is still healthy!

My son the basketball player

We went to McDonalds yesterday to let the kids play for awhile (2 1/2 hours). There is a basketball hoop there and Josh loves to throw the balls in for long periods of time. My mom took them in December and said he must have shot the ball 150 times and got a basket half the time. Josh is a little shorty. He's 6 years old, 44 inches tall and weighs 37 pounds. This is a regular sized hoop. So today he had a cheering section. This adorable couple (probably in their 70's with matching white hair) and the adults and kids with them all cheered every time Josh got a basket and were saying "Ohhhhh, so close!" when he missed. When I walked past, the lady stopped me and said "Your son has a real gift! He is amazing! He has an extraordinary future ahead of him. I told him that when he is in Junior High and High School to make sure that he plays basketball." There was more praise. Who knows, maybe we have another John Stockton on our hands. I told her I've wanted to get a hoop in the backyard and she said "Oh, do it! Do it!" We have RV parking on the side of our house and no RV (or boat, darnit) to take up the space. I've wanted to get a real basket put in since we moved in 3 1/2 years ago. I think I'll look for hoops tonight and start digging a hole tomorrow :) It is so nice to hear people cheering your kid on! All the praise made me feel so good. Parents must love going to games and hearing other people cheer their kids on. Ooh, gotta go sign Josh up for soccer. He said he wanted to play, so maybe he'll actually go this year!

Connor skiing

We took Connor for his first ski lesson on January 3rd. I took him skiing/snowboarding last year (3 years old and still in diapers), but I didn't put him in a lesson and I just couldn't bear to let him go, so I was holding onto his jacket the entire time while he just wanted to go down the mountain. So I decided that this year he would have a ski lesson. It went really well and he loved it, but now he wants to try snowboarding. So that's next!


Josh didn't want to go skiing because he says it's dangerous. And Kaytlynn would probably just cry the whole time. We'll probably take her next year.

monster trucks

I took Connor to the monster truck show on Saturday. It was just me and Connor because it is too loud for Josh, and Kaytlynn is still a pain at these things, so why waste the money and make it hard on myself? It was a lot of fun. Connor loves monster trucks. He got to ride on one! This kid has now ridden on a monster truck, an elephant, and a camel. Three things I have never been on!

socksy pants

I've been looking for thermals for awhile in Connors size so he can wear them when he goes skiing or snowboarding and haven't found any small enough. So I found some brown thick tights and got those. When I gave them to him, he went to try them on and came back to me and said "mo-om, these aren't socks. They're socksy pants." Or was it pantsy socks? Shoot, I can't remember!

Connor is 6

I forgot to write about this earlier. Connor is convinced that he is 6. I don't know why. We were in the car and he said he was 6 and Josh was saying "No, Connor, you're not 6. You're 4." And Connor was saying "No, I'n 6!" When we got out of the car there were big tears. He was so upset that Josh said he was 4. He said "I was 4, but I grow-ded up and now I'n 6." I asked him what happened to 5 and he said he didn't know. When we got home he told me again that he was 6 and said "I'll show you, mom!" He went and got the bathroom scale and stood on it. "See, I'n 6!"