Looking back...

...I don't think I'll win any blogger of the year awards. I realized that one of the last posts talked about Sarah the Mouse and her untimely death. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but [what was that other mouse's name again?] died shortly after. And then the hamster, [don't remember her name either], shortly after that. I think we've come to the conclusion that we had a bad batch of wood chips, but that's beside the point. Now...now we have Nibbles and Shyanne (because she's shy, get it?). They're guinea pigs. I'll let you process that while I try to remember to take a picture...

No Comment Necessary

Necessary comment: I didn't take this picture, it was sent to me by the class room mom. So yes, he DOES act like that all the time...

The Future of the UFC

Yes, it's November and he's in shorts outside.

Talent Show Tryouts

Here was how the final product came out! They did great...even though they didn't make it. :(

I'm impressed. They choreographed this and everything by themselves. The shirts? That's my tidbit of talent... :)

Talent Show Rehearsals

SO, I learned how to upload videos to YouTube from my phone. It's a gigantic pain in the rear, but totally worth it for gems like this...



Preston and his friend signed up (very last minute) for the talent show. This was their (one and only) rehearsal...what was that little arm poke in the beginning? Oh, that was turning Preston the robot "on."

Gambling? Homework.

This week, we taught Preston how to play craps for his "math facts" time. Obviously, he doesn't know it's craps, but we most definitely did. Smartest game ever - he rolled a number, then if it wasn't a 7 or 11, he had to tell us all the ways the dice could make his number again... Poor parenting? I think NOT...

RIP

Sara the mouse died today. It was heart-breaking, even though he knew before he went to bed last night that it was probably going to happen. (I actually think Moleese is on her way out, too, but we'll see. We promised to buy him a hamster if they both died.) Anyway, we're going to have a funeral tonight. Preston wants to bury her under his window in the backyard -- all I can seem to focus on is the fact that our yorkie is bred to ferret out small rodents, and I'm pretty sure Sara will end up in pieces all over the backyard. Logisitics aside, I am honored to have been asked to sing at her funeral. P: Mom, *sniff* will you sing at Sara's funeral? Me: Sure honey, what do you want me to sing? P: I don't know, [pause] maybe, *sniff* Three Blind Mice...? hehehehehehehe...of course I agreed.

Crystal Ball

Preston bought himself pets tonight...two (surprisingly cute) girl mice. We were discussing the magnitude of this decision in the store, when it dawned on me I was missing a very big point...

So Hon, where exactly are you going to put this cage (in your cram-packed, full of toys and junk room)?

Response: Weeeelllll, we're not at home and I can't see the future. Touche.

Gametime Fun

Playing CatchPhrase with P when he gets "spill the beans." Ten seconds later: "OH! I get it!! SPILL THE BEANS!!" as he wafts his hand behind his butt. :-D Yep! That's our kid!

Biology

Albert took Preston fishing today.

Dad, do you know how to tell which end is the worm's head? Just rub its belly and when it does this *arches back* the side that lifts up is the head.

Also, big shout out to hip hop...it made him a better fisherman.

Artistic License

As if a comment is necessary, I think it's important to note that this is (ironically) a Dallas Cowboy who just made a touchdown...I would say from personal perspective an earlier era - oh, 1990's. 
AND since I forgot to grab the ACTUAL picture from the restaurant table (shame), this is the last...so many puns.

Crackers of All Kinds

At JCPenny's -

P: Mom! Look at all the Christmas stuff! It's on SALE!!
Me: Yep, very pretty.
P: Can I have some?
Me: Some what?
P: Some Christmas stuff!
Me: No.
P: But look at the giant nut crackers! I loooove nut crackers.
Me: I know, but you already have two...a small one and a big one. I think that's enough nut crackers.
P: [walking over to a 3ft tall snowman nut cracker] Yes. But I don't have any SNOW crackers.

And I quote:

"I just snarkled when I laughed!"

Hotel California

We visited my sister in CA over Christmas break. Their apartment complex is really nice. They have indoor entrances, live on the bottom floor across from the gym, and have a vending machine just down the hall. Preston refered to their home as the hotel all weekend. I'm pretty sure he still thinks they live in one, even though we tried to explain it was an apartment.

Preston: [giggling] I'm such a break-up.

Me: Huh? [pause] You mean "crack-up"?

Preston: [giggling exactly the same as before] I'm such a crack up.

He didn't even acknowledge that I corrected him, until Albert and I started cracking up about it. Or breaking up about it...whichever. :)

Preston's Outfit Today

An argyle-print, black v-neck sweater - with bright blue, red, and gray diamonds in the print.

Navy windpants with a grey and white stripe down the side.

Green camo rain boots.

Whatever, dude.

Duh...

Preston: I had chicken wings for lunch today at school.

Albert: You did? What was on them?

Preston: Meat.

Albert: Yeah, but what was ON them?

Preston: CHICKEN!

Albert: I know THAT! What kind of sauce or flavor?

Preston: Oh. Nothing. Just meat and chicken.

Preston and I will be spending 19 consecutive days off work and school later this month. I imagine I'll have plenty of blogging material...

Days of Shame

I can't believe I'm blogging this story, I'm so embarassed by it...

Preston is spoiled. ROTTEN. By everyone. It really doesn't matter what actions I take to remedy the situation, because he'll tell you straight up if I don't get it, daddy will. If daddy won't, Grandma/Grandpa/Ducky/Papa D/Granddad/Aunt Steph/Uncle Chris/Tia Suzy....you get the point; there is a whole back-up list...

So, Tia Suzy took Preston with her the other day. It was cold, he was under-dressed (thanks, dad), and he came home with 2 bubble whistles and a coat; later, I heard about how the day really went down...

Preston: Tia Suzy, I want that.

Tia Suzy: Ok!

Preston: Tia, I want that, too.

Tia Suzy: Ok! (a little later) P are you cold? You want a jacket?

Preston: [teeth chattering] No. I'm fine.

Tia Suzy bought the coat anyway. (THANK YOU!)

Preston: Tia, I want that.

Tia Suzy: No, Preston. You have enough stuff.

Preston: [yelling] You're AWFUL! You're just AWFUL. You won't buy me ANYTHING I want. You're awful, Tia Suzy! You won't buy me [insert item just seen here, and repeat]

[screeching record sound] WHAT?!

That's right. He called her awful. A bunch. Loudly. In public. Because she wouldn't buy him MORE stuff than she already had. I asked him about it. Asked him why he thought it was okay to say those things about his Tia when she had already bought bubbles and toys and a coat. You know what he said to me? "I didn't ask for the coat, she just bought it." For her part, Tia Suzy just laughs because she thinks it's funny.

And so, the story is told. It's a part of the vast, never-ending, always there world wide web...and I'll tell you why, in all my embarassment and shame, I blogged it. One day, many years from now, my grandchildren will be about 6 years old and Preston will be sitting on my couch begging me to stop buying them stuff so they can learn to appreciate everything they have...and I will sit, and smile, and google.

FYI...

Fangs are not, in fact, called "fangs" - it's "VANGS." So says Preston.

On the other hand, P's reading is getting so good...and adorable. The other day he read me "The Story of the Three Bears" - WITH voices. :)