Who Needs Toys?

Monday is laundry day at our house. So I have a week's worth of our family's laundry all over the floor. I went upstairs to change Deacon's diaper, and when I came back down a little later, McKay came running up to me.

"I have the cutest little babies!" she told me, holding up a single serving size Crystal Light tube.

"This is a baby?"

"Yes, and I have a lot more!"

Her babies were silverware, jello boxes, and more Crystal Light. "And I wrapped them up in cuddly little blankies!"

Her blankies? The dirty laundry. Parker's dirty socks seemed to make great sleeping bags for Crystal Light. The best? Watching her walk around holding her "baby" box of jello, cradled in her arms, wrapped tightly in a pair of Parker's dirty underwear.

Lunch with McKay

I called McKay up to the table for lunch. "O.k. I'm coming, but I'm not regular McKay, I'm tiger McKay."

I started to say the prayer, and halfway through she interrupted in a whisper, "I'm back to regular McKay."

So we ate in silence for a few minutes, and then she said, "Today is the best day in my whole entire life!"

Puzzled, since today has seemed pretty ordinary, I asked, "Why is that?"

"Because I'm eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of water!"

Happy Easter

After a fun Easter egg hunt at my parents' house, Parker sat down at the table to gorge himself on Easter candy. After awhile of quiet eating, he looked up from where he sat surrounded by opened eggs and candy wrappers and said, "I just can't do it anymore." He got up, got a drink of water, and went and played with toys.

Garden Helpers

"Hey mom can we help plant the flowers?"

Note to children: Remove flowers from pots before planting.

Decrepit Old Kodie

Some of you may have realized that I just had a birthday this past week, making me the very old age of 29. Now, don't say as my mother does, "If you're old, what does that make me?" It makes you the mother of a woman who is past her youth. If you're my friend, then hate to break it to you, you are getting old along with me. Thank you to Riki who sent me a birthday card that reads, "You are the perfect age......Not dead."

Now that I have criticized everyone, on with the blog. I decided to use my birthday money (thank you family) to buy a swimsuit that covered even more of my 29 year old body than my old one did. Consequently, the day after buying said swimsuit, I decided to embark on an exercise and fake tan regime. Tonight I was dancing to the "Fat Burning Dance Party" DVD, when Parker remarked, "Those girls are a lot younger than you."
"Yes, I know."
"They're probably in college."
"Uh-huh."
"That's why they dance better than you. Young girls are way better dancers than old girls."

Ahh, 29 here we come.

Deacon Turns One

Happy Birthday to me.

"I have a present and you don't."

Deacon would rather play with the battery for his toy than the toy itself.

What do I do with this thing?

Concerned about his dirty hands. There's the Davis in him coming out.

Stay-cation

An amazing thing happened at Chris's work. His boss told him he had to take a week long vacation. Apparently there is a company policy that employees must take a week vacation every year, and Chris has been working there the past 11 months, having only taken one personal day. So Chris is taking off next Monday through Friday off, the same week Parker has spring break.

Now we considered spending this week going on a fun vacation. But this nagging little fact kept popping up, and that fact is that vacations cost money. So we decided to stay home and have a stay-cation. We are going on a vacation to Meridian, Idaho.

Today was the first day, and we would have loved to do something super fun. However, the sickness gods were conspiring against us. McKay and Deacon woke up coughing and cranky. So Chris got to work on the list of things I wrote up for him to do. My house and garage are clean. My gate to my backyard is fixed. Every single ball and bicycle tire is inflated. And the tree that's been sitting in a pot in my front yard since last Saturday is planted. Hurray for Chris!

Then it was time for Parker's football game. Neither one of us wanted to stay home with sick kids, so we decided one hour away from the couch wouldn't kill them. We loaded them up, and in the 3 1/2 minute drive to the park, Deacon managed to throw up all over himself. Rather than take him home like a concerned parent should, I pulled off his jacket and said, "It's warm enough without one." So I hauled children, team snacks, and lawn chairs across the park to the game, where it remained sunny for approximately ten minutes. At this point the sky darkened, the wind blew, lightning flashed, rain fell, and the game was not cancelled. And here's the amazing part, we still didn't take our cold and crying kids home! Instead I went back to the van and grabbed an umbrella and Deacon's vomit-covered jacket. I put that stinky coat on my kid, and we stuck it out for the whole game, while our children cried, their noses ran, and we sat by ourselves in an ever-widening leper's circle. And here's the best part--Parker scored a touchdown! He ran down the entire field without getting his flag pulled. I'm so glad we didn't leave so we could see that. He was excited. So was Chris.

Then I decided to try a new culinary experience for dinner. If this was a real vacation, we would be trying new food and places to eat. So on our stay-cation, we went for something new. Taco pizza. Yes, Pizza Hut makes a taco pizza. I'm sure the rest of the world knows about this, but I did not. I was positive that the combination of two of my favorite foods would ruin both of them, but no, it was truly amazing. Now I'm thinking of making pizza tacos for dinner tomorrow. Chris says, "Please, please, don't try." But I can see potential....