B: Are you older than Rachael?
L: Yep, 9 years.
B: *skeptical look*
B: You aren’t too old to text?
L: Uh, my generation started texting, sweet pea.
B: Oh. *thinking of dinosaurs roaming the earth*
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B: Are you older than Rachael?
Braiden couldn’t have been more thrilled with the Inaugural events of this past week after jumping on the bandwagon during the election. He thinks our new president is the coolest, in exact words “he rocks, mom.” Indeed, he is probably more hip than the past leaders, as long as he can keep being a family man, then I’m all for him being the coolest.
I’m now in search of a “rocking” poster, as much as I love all the magazine cutouts taped up on the walls I think we’re going to have to trade.
I managed to find the camera cord – no small feat – and see what pictures the kids took on Christmas. Always interesting. Not one but 3 pictures of my future brother showing his guns. Not the literal ones, surprisingly, though since my sister gave him a gun rack that might be next time. I refuse to post them and give him a platform to show off.
My family is so pleasant, aren’t they?
I got the boys awesome tees (ha I’m glad they liked them as much as I did) and they got new matching pjs from Aunt M. The last year B can fit into Gymmies I’m afraid…he was too embarrassed to go out and show the guests like he was wearing tight lingerie.
I, too, am hoping for a niece next, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to make my baby predictions. For now I’ll stay neutral and continue to buy dorky matching boy things
But I survived. I praise my parents for putting up with my many sleepovers when insane amounts of kids over the years. The friends that weren’t able to come until later showed up early. The neighbor’s mom dropped him and his obnoxious older brother that wasn’t invited and drove away. No asking if it was okay or if we had enough for an extra giant kid – I didn’t by the way but hey I didn’t need to eat.
Luckily the brother won me over by calling it “lame”. And continued to endear himself by blowing a party horn repeatedly at all of our heads like a bratty three year old until I had to take the last of them away. Not surprising he was decorating cupcakes and playing with the kids all the same, despite his dislike for being there. It was mutual.
Other than the bad seed, the boys had a really good time and my sister and I made it without wanting to leave or drink – at least a strong coffee for the Emster. We had a really nice quiet fun sleepover once the rest was said and done.
Braiden wants to share his rebuilt lego stadium… and this as close to the Google homepage as I can get. Always the dramatic one.
it is in London just like the next olympics
I think it speaks for itself. They were a hit. Emi was a little more huntered-up before we left and I forgot to get a shot of the hooves and tail but they were so cute. And dramatic, by the time we got to my grandpa’s retirement home they were doing collapsing scenes.
Braiden was called a reindeer a couple of times and a rabbit only once. Not bad for wearing a costume made from a girls track suit with butterflies on it. We made the rounds with all the pink staying covered – hooray.
My mom had my dad’s birthday dinner waiting for us all when we got back – turkey and all the fixings. My sister’s boyfriend was probably more happy than my dad – as we know he likes to eat. He thanked my mom approximately 17 times over the course of the meal and sounded like Bill Murray in What About Bob enjoying each bite.
Besides being hilarious, it’s sort of endearing. I see the appeal of the ‘country boy’. Somethings about this breed might be irritating but someone so appreciative of any little thing is rather refreshing. (Maybe I’m just becoming jaded and bitter cooking for a picky eater who gets more excited about tacos than a delicous roast.)
The simple life is growing on me. No, I’m not ready to move to the country. My mom asks me each time I come over just in case. But I am rather enamored with tending the farm animals so I won’t rule it out for someday.