I Will Carry You

Date Night

Tuesday afternoon Stuart and I were sitting at our computers when he busted out with a question that I haven't heard in about 4 years. (Ok, it hasn't really been 4 years but and it's mostly my fault that the question doesn't get asked since I usually make a big deal out of the preparation for it. Either way I was shocked.)

Stuart: Hon, do you want to go on a date tonight?

Me: What?? {as I pick myself up off the ground}

Stuart: Yeah, it's Tuesday so we could get in and out of a restaurant no problem.

Me: Well sure.

Stuart: Do you want to call the babysitter?

Me: Absolutely!

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Stuart: What do you want to do?

Me: Umm

Stuart: I was thinking that we could go to the range then dinner.

Me: Ahh, so the real reason as to why you want to go out comes thru.

Stuart: Well yeah. See, I get to shoot and you get to eat dinner.

Me: Sounds like a perfect compromise if I ever heard one.

And that's what we did. Too bad I didn't get any pictures of me shooting. Now there's a picture!

Daddy/Mommy

Daddy

Mommy

Daddy

Mommy

Daddy

Mommy

Daddy

Mommy

Burn

It's no surprise that I am a bit of a klutz. Ok, ok. More than a bit. Either way it's a miracle that I can walk and talk and fold laundry at the same time. A trait that I have gotten particularly good at while also writing a list. Any list will do. But hey, I'm not bragging.

So, me. And having retarded hands and feet.

Last night I was getting ready for work; something that I rather enjoy because it's one of the few times that I actually get ready for anything and I know that I am about to hang out with other adults. Albeit some certified wackos but I'm not complaining (at least not right at this minute).

I'm having a grand 'ole time drying my hair, putting on makeup (it's the small luxuries really) and then curling my hair.

It's during this last scene that something tragic happens.

Something horrific.

Something down right wrong.

I dropped my curling iron.

But this dropping didn't occur just anywhere.

Nope.

I dropped it on me.

On a very specific and sensitive part of me.

My boob.

That's right. I dropped my curling iron on one of my "bumps." And boy-howdy did I almost bring the house down from sheer pain. You would think that I would have learned my lessen when it comes to getting ready and being clothed here. But no. I am stubborn and set in my ways.

And now?

Now I have a burned boob to show for it.

Pleading

Me: Tucker, do you want to go pee-pee in the potty?

Tucker: No.

Me: Do you want to try?

Tucker: No.

Me: Do you want to be a big boy like Tyson?

Tucker: No.

Me: If you go pee-pee in the potty, you can have some gum.

Tucker: No.

Me: You can have some candy.

Tucker: No.

Me: You can have some ice cream.

Tucker: No.

Me: Please Tucker. Will you just sit and try?

Tucker: No.

Me: Is there ANYTHING that you want?

Tucker: No.

Me: How 'bout we just take your diaper off and try?

Tucker: No.

Me: Please Tucker...

Tucker: No.

Me: We'll go to Chili's and have macaroni and cheese.

Tucker: No.

Tyson: Mom, Tucker is just going to be a baby forever.

Me: Yeah, I know.

Food Box

So I am so not a person who only eats organically or reads all labels before I buy items or shops at non-commercial stores only {just a disclaimer} but Stuart and I just watched this on PBS and I found it fascinating.

Boys

I know Tyson is going to be humiliated when he gets older and I bust out this picture, but I just had to laugh when I was taking it. Oh boys!

Sometimes

you

just

have

to

play

in

the

mud

Trouble

They started at an early age...

Amazing

This morning

Tucker: Mommy, we had migos!

Me: Huh?

Tucker: We eat lo migos!

Me: ... {starting to put two and two together} You ate Los Tres Amigos? (restaurant in town)

Tucker: Yeah, yeah!

Stuart: Shhh! You weren't supposed to tell your mother that.

Apparently having mom work the entire weekend is not all that bad for Stuart and the boys.

Grand

One of our many trips to the Grand Canyon

You would never know that I am TERRIFIED of heights

I had to literally crawl out to the ledge

I was shaking

But it makes for a good picture

Bars

I know, I know. Ever since we went to our well child appointments, you have been anxiously awaiting my graphs. Well, wait no more.

Weight in pounds

Height in inches

Aren't they things of beauty?

Unrelated

so i've lost my voice. again. this is very frustrating. my allergies decided to completely flare up in a matter of hours on wednesday night. i went from talking on the phone (to a lot of people actually) to scratchy-i-know-i'm-about-to-loose-my-voice voice. not good. but this time i also have this horrid cough. i honestly sound like a black tar heroine user. not good. work is going to be an interesting venture this weekend.

speaking of work, this is my weekend to work. three 12 hour shifts in a row. it's not that it's exceptionally demanding; it's just that i literally get to see the boys and stu for approximately 2 hours each day. not good. and by the time monday morning rolls around, stu is so ready to not be a "single" dad he practically somersaults out the door to get to school, leaving me with the path of destruction known as "dad watches the boys for three days."

one of my neighbors has a chicken. an honest to goodness, cock-a-doodle-do chicken. i'm 99% sure that's not legal within the city limits. i just can't figure out which neighbor it is that has it. beyond that, i can't figure out WHY they have it. it is outside all day (having a chicken inside the house is an even more dumbfounding thought) and seriously cock-a-doodle-dos all day long. just bizarre.

yesterday marked 90 days since stuart started working on the boys bathroom. key word: started. note that i did not say completed anywhere in that sentence. 90 DAYS.

after a least two weeks of silence from our uninvited guest, he decided to make an appearance. of course i have yet to actually see the vile creature but his evidence was left none-the-less. and since i am absolutely petrified to go upstairs for fear of finding something stuck to one of the glue pads or worse, snapped inside the spring, i make stuart do that dirty job. of course there was nothing but one of the traps was tripped. sneaky little rascal. just die already!

we really need to buy a weed eater/trimmer. i can mow the lawn five million times but it still doesn't look done with everything hanging out over the sidewalks. oh but our flowers that we planted in the fall have bloomed like crazy and totally give off the impression that we care. and that i don't have a black thumb. what others don't know won't hurt them.

today is my niece's birthday. she's 12. holy cow! happy birthday gracie!!

i have my rescheduled-three-times eye appointment this morning. i think i am going to make it!

that's all.

Today

Today is April 15.

Also known as Tax Day.

Also known as the day after my SIL's birthday.

Also known as the day before my niece's birthday.

Also known as the day I shoot allergies in the head and thus completely obliterating them from the face of the earth.

Yeah, I said it.

**feel free to take a gander at Luke's page. His mom wrote a new note on Luke's health and added some new 11 month old pictures**