I see London, I see France

I See Tommy outside in his underpants!

Yesterday while Ruby and Eli napped, I tried to convince the 2 older boys to lay down with me so I could catch up on much needed rest. If you have ever tried to nap while there are 2 restless boys next to you, you know it’s nearly impossible.

Somehow I did fall asleep only to be woken up shortly after to Lucas and Tommy wrestling in their underpants, while this is not an uncommon sight in my household I happened to be thoroughly exhausted and didn’t get on them to put their clothes on.

Me: Tommy aren’t your friends home from school yet?
Tommy: Maybe, let me go check

Tommy runs out the front door and in his haste he completely forgot that he was only in his underpants!

I jumped up and ran to the door to watch through the glass as he trotted out to the front of the house near the driveway waved at his friends and then realized he was not wearing any clothes. The look of sheer embarrassment was all over his face and as he got closer to the door I opened it and started laughing so hard, he quickly forgot he was embarassed and fell on the floor laughing with me!

Seconds later all of the neighborhood kids were at the front door laughing too!

I see London, I see France,
I See Tommy outside in his underpants!

I’m gonna take you down . . .

This morning while letting the kids watch a cartoon and while I typed away, I heard whispering from the other end of the sofa;

Lucas: Eli, when I am 10, and you are 9 I’m gonna (whisper, whisper, whisper)
Eli: NO! Lucas I’m gonna you (whisper)

Second verse same as the first.

Me: Lucas, what are you saying to your brother?
Lucas: I SAID! Eli when I am 10, and you are 9 I’m gonna take you DOOOOOWWWWN.
Me: What?!
Lucas: I’m gonna take him down Charlie Brown!
Eli: No! Lucas! I take you down, I take you down!

It was all I could do to restrain the laughter and Lucas saw it, really need to work on that.

A predition of sorts.

While watching the Chivas and Galaxy’s play tonight there was a brawl. I made Ruben rewind it a few times so I could watch the dynamics of “guys” in a fight. There seems to be 3 types of personalities in a rumble.

1. The Aggressor – this is the guy usually on the opposing side that starts the fight.
2. The Protector – this is the friend of the guy that got hit, kicked or whatever by the aggressor
3. The Peace Keeper – this is the guy who trys to pull the fighters apart, pats his buddy on the chest and physically rips his friend or team mate away.

I asked Ruben which category he thought each of our boys fell into;

The Aggressor – Eli
The Protector – Lucas
The Peace Keeper – Tommy

My prediction is a little different;

The Agressor – Eli
The Protector – Tommy
The Peace Keeper – Lucas

It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out!

Plain Vanilla

My Grandparents just left last night. They are 79 and 83, I have a few stories to post about them, but this one I think is so funny.

Sitting at Yves Bistro with Ruben and my Grandparents.

Waiter: Can I interest you all in some desert?
Grandpa: Sure, what ya got.
Waiter: Creme Brulee, flour-less chocolate cake and fresh berries.
Grandpa: Do you just have plain vanilla ice cream?
Waiter: Sure would you like it over the flour-less chocolate cake?
Grandpa: No, I just want plain vanilla ice cream.
Waiter: OK, Sir no problem

A few minutes pass and the waiter returns and sets the ice cream down in front of my Grandpa in a fancy glass.

Grandpa: What the hell is that.
Waiter: Your ice cream Sir.
Grandpa: Well I know that, but what the hell is that. (pointing to something in the ice cream)
Waiter: It’s a Biscotti Sir
Grandpa: A what!?
Waiter; A Biscotti Sir
Me: Grandpa it’s like a biscuit
Grandpa: I don’t care what it is, get it the hell out of my ice cream!

Ah, Grandpa.

Do you think this happens to all of us as we get older?

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Courtney - September 5, 2009 - 4:53 pm

Perhaps "the learn" from this story is that we will truly learn to enjoy the simple things when we're older & we'll have the gumption (sp?) to demand it in a complicated world.

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