Well, February is a short month and we're already on creative way to hurt my brother #2. At this rate, we'll hit number 10 by summer. Sunday was a gorgeous day. It was 77 and sunny. The boys played outside most of the day. When I got home from work that day, I notice that behind Jackson's ear it was all red and there were cuts and scratches and I ask him what happened. He immediately starts whining and holding his ear saying my ear-a my ear-a.
The story goes as follows, John is in the house giving Vettori a bottle and the boys are still out playing in the back yard. To say my yard is small is an understatement. It is fenced in and about the size of a postage stamp. We have a nice sized deck that is flush with the fence, except on the very end there is a gap. And because our yard is sloped a little, there is a gap at the same end between the ground and deck as well. In that area there are some large rocks underneath the deck. John hears Jackson kind of whining and yells out the window to see if everything is ok. He gets no response, but the whining stops. A couple of minutes later he hears Jackson yelling, which turns to screaming very quickly and then after a couple of seconds stops. He stops giving Vettori her bottle and gets up to go run outside when the door swings open. Dominick informs John that Jackson got his head stuck. We are still unsure if it was between the deck and the fence or between the deck and the rocks, but stuck none the less. Dominick also tells John "don't worry dad, I took care of it." He says he just pulled really hard. Luckily he didn't take his ear off. I wish I could have actually seen this all go down.
There are many things about this situation that are disturbing to me, but there are 2 big ones. First, what possessed Jackson to see if his head could fit there in the first place. Second, what criteria Dominick is using to decide if he should take care of something himself or go get an adult. I think that 'stuck head' falls under go get and adult, but that is just me. One of my favorite quotes is "you have to be tough when you're stupid." Because he's 2, it doesn't apply. But if he tries something like this again when he's 12, which I'm sure he will, that's going to be my response.
So creative way #2 to hurt your brother is trying to help him get his head "unstuck."
Oldies, but goodies. When Dominick was about 4 years old, we were visiting at my parents without John. I was going to go out with my brother Garrett, his fiance Kristina and my brothers best friend Billy Deer. Dominick is watching a TV show and about to go to bed. My mom is joking with Billy to watch out for me. That when I drink I get out of hand and I'm his date for the night, and therefore, his responsibility. Let me correct that....I'm pretty sure she was joking. Anyway, I give Dominick a hug and kiss and say good night and as I'm walking away he calls me back. I lean down and he whispers in my ear "if that boy tries to kiss you, punch him in the face." I try not to laugh and assure Dominick that if Billy Deer tries to kiss me, I will most definitely punch him in the face. I then ask him why he would say that and he says "grandma said that he was your date and daddy would not like him kissing you." Too cute!
Until next time.....
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Brrrrrr!
What is this white stuff falling from the sky, you ask? It's snow! And boy is it cold. Super Bowl week was a bust because of the ice/snow/cold mix. We went 19 hours without power at our home on the coldest day North Texas has seen in over 15 years, but that mess is a blog in and of itself.
Why is this freeze in DFW happening? There are many opinions. Al Gore would say it's global warming. Some people, myself included, think that God also hates Jerry Jones. Some would say that all those Yankees in town last week brought the cold weather with them. But my husband believes that hell has frozen over and we are getting the back lash and I think he's right. What could possibly cause hell to freeze over? Jerry Jones has vowed to never get plastic surgery again...not that's not it. My baby slept through the night...not a chance. The Cleveland Browns won the Super Bowl...no that was Green Bay. My sports loving, cowboy boot wearing, big truck driving, helpless animal hunting, meat and potatoes eating, man's man of a husband bought a tiny little Jetta....Bingo! Ding, Ding, Ding that's the winner! I love the car and it's growing on him. This is only funny if you know my husband. He LOVES trucks. The bigger the better. He gave in and got a Jeep Commander last go around, but only because it had over sized tires and a V8 Hemi. I think he can pick this car up and move it if necessary. It begs the question: Is that a Jetta in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? It's amazing what happens to people when they become parents. Before the only criteria for him buying a vehicle were: Will my buddies think is cool and will the Chicks dig it? Now it's gas mileage. Haha. I will do my best to get a picture of him posing beside his new ride to post on here.
I would say that the score now stands 2011: 2, Me: 1. Because we are saving a bunch of money on car payment/gas, which can be put to good use like spa days and new shoes for me. So I get a point. Don't call it a come back, I've been here for years.
I'm adding a new section to the Blog called 10 creative ways to hurt my brother. We are going to begin counting the creative ways that Jackson tries or accomplishes hurting Dominick and vice versa and see how long it takes us to get to 10. Numero Uno: The boys have bunk beds. Dominick on the top bunk and Jackson sleeps on the bottom which is very low to the ground and much like a toddler bed. When he stands up, his head doesn't quite hit the top bunk. The top bed his held up with wooden slats, which are made to be put in from the top with out the mattress on. They can be moved from underneath, but you have to swing them out and it's a big pain. Even more of a difficult task when a 60 lb boy is laying on the top bed. But that is precisely what Jackson did.
About 10 minutes after they go to bed, I hear a pounding noise. I think that Jackson is kicking the bed or the wall. I ignore it. A little later, I hear Dominick yelling "Stop that Jackson, put that down. You're going to hit me. Put that down." So I run upstairs and Jackson is holding this board (which is longer than he is) over his head and hitting the rail on the top bunk. I'm not sure if he was trying to wake up Dominick or if he was going for blood. Needless to say, it was impressive. I'm not sure how he got it out with Dominick laying up there or how he was strong enough to get it over his head, let alone hold it there long enough to repeatedly hit the top bunk with it. So creative way #1 is 2 year old with a 2 x 4.
Get out your tissues, we're going to briefly touch on the Super Bowl. All I have to say is that I'm slowly getting over it and I still love the Steelers. I keep telling myself that it's better to play like crap in the Super Bowl than to not have played in the Super Bowl at all. Sunday could have been worse. I could have been a Cowboys fan, or God forbid, a Browns fan.
I think Vettori's face says it all. It's how all of Steeler Nation felt when the game ended. A little dazed and confused.
Until next time.......
Why is this freeze in DFW happening? There are many opinions. Al Gore would say it's global warming. Some people, myself included, think that God also hates Jerry Jones. Some would say that all those Yankees in town last week brought the cold weather with them. But my husband believes that hell has frozen over and we are getting the back lash and I think he's right. What could possibly cause hell to freeze over? Jerry Jones has vowed to never get plastic surgery again...not that's not it. My baby slept through the night...not a chance. The Cleveland Browns won the Super Bowl...no that was Green Bay. My sports loving, cowboy boot wearing, big truck driving, helpless animal hunting, meat and potatoes eating, man's man of a husband bought a tiny little Jetta....Bingo! Ding, Ding, Ding that's the winner! I love the car and it's growing on him. This is only funny if you know my husband. He LOVES trucks. The bigger the better. He gave in and got a Jeep Commander last go around, but only because it had over sized tires and a V8 Hemi. I think he can pick this car up and move it if necessary. It begs the question: Is that a Jetta in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? It's amazing what happens to people when they become parents. Before the only criteria for him buying a vehicle were: Will my buddies think is cool and will the Chicks dig it? Now it's gas mileage. Haha. I will do my best to get a picture of him posing beside his new ride to post on here.
I would say that the score now stands 2011: 2, Me: 1. Because we are saving a bunch of money on car payment/gas, which can be put to good use like spa days and new shoes for me. So I get a point. Don't call it a come back, I've been here for years.
I'm adding a new section to the Blog called 10 creative ways to hurt my brother. We are going to begin counting the creative ways that Jackson tries or accomplishes hurting Dominick and vice versa and see how long it takes us to get to 10. Numero Uno: The boys have bunk beds. Dominick on the top bunk and Jackson sleeps on the bottom which is very low to the ground and much like a toddler bed. When he stands up, his head doesn't quite hit the top bunk. The top bed his held up with wooden slats, which are made to be put in from the top with out the mattress on. They can be moved from underneath, but you have to swing them out and it's a big pain. Even more of a difficult task when a 60 lb boy is laying on the top bed. But that is precisely what Jackson did.
About 10 minutes after they go to bed, I hear a pounding noise. I think that Jackson is kicking the bed or the wall. I ignore it. A little later, I hear Dominick yelling "Stop that Jackson, put that down. You're going to hit me. Put that down." So I run upstairs and Jackson is holding this board (which is longer than he is) over his head and hitting the rail on the top bunk. I'm not sure if he was trying to wake up Dominick or if he was going for blood. Needless to say, it was impressive. I'm not sure how he got it out with Dominick laying up there or how he was strong enough to get it over his head, let alone hold it there long enough to repeatedly hit the top bunk with it. So creative way #1 is 2 year old with a 2 x 4.
Get out your tissues, we're going to briefly touch on the Super Bowl. All I have to say is that I'm slowly getting over it and I still love the Steelers. I keep telling myself that it's better to play like crap in the Super Bowl than to not have played in the Super Bowl at all. Sunday could have been worse. I could have been a Cowboys fan, or God forbid, a Browns fan.
Until next time.......
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