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.......
Like Father like Son... When John was almost two and his older brother Jay was about 4, I saw John come sneaking into the TV room with his pacifier in his mouth and a big plastic bat behind his back. There had been a squable earlier about who got to lie on the couch and being bigger, Jay was layed out watching cartoons. John sized up where Jay's head was, positioned himself directly behind that spot and reached up over the back of the couch and srarted wailing away on his brother. I don't think the plastic bat really hurt but it scared him so that he started yelling "Help! Help! This baby's killing me!"
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