My recent babble...

We've had an eventful few weeks. Jon had a spring break, so we stuck around here for a few days. The weather happened to be nice, so we headed up to the nearby mountain/ski resort (RED LODGE) with some friends.




This is us on a picnic and YES that is snow. Snowy picnics rock. Not all the snow was melted, but it was still nice, so whatever. We had fun.

That's the point.

Red Lodge had a cute little main street with charming little tourist shops that had breakables in every direction. My wild little boys did not do so good in those shops. STRESS.

But I had fun in the Candy Emporium. I grabbed a brown paper bag and filled it up with a few of my favorite goodies (fruit flavored tootsie rolls...fruities... and yummy different flavored salt water taffys) Jon peeked into my bag and thought I was strange because there were all these wonderful chocolates and fudges I could have had, butI bought things I could buy at any grocery store. I only had one thing to say to him. "I want what I want." Need I say more?

(although now I secretly wish I would have chosen a chocolate confectionary. But I'd never admit that to Jon). OOPS, I guess I just did.

Chase and Logan got just what they wanted too. A huge lollipop. Out of all the candy in the store, and believe me, there was a lot, they wanted a lollipop. I don't blame them.


No, that is NOT their slobber on the ground...but it is believable with a lollipop of that size, isn't it?

Then we drove to Fairfield and stayed the rest of the week at my mom's house which was nice and relaxing. Since me and Jonny's birthdays were just a few days away, mom made a yummy ice cream cake for us. THANKS MOM. I thought Jon's birthday was on Monday as we got back to town late Saturday night. I was planning on throwing something together on Monday while he was at school. I rechecked the calender, discovering that I was wrong. His birthday was Sunday. Poor Jonny had no presents to open that day because of my poor planning (I felt bad) but we did manage to make a tasty chocolate cake. I asked Jonny what he wanted for a present and he said he'd think about it, which was what he told me all the other times I had asked him before his birthday. I "get" him though. We are poor college students and aren't really jumping at the chance to spend extra money. You get used to not wanting anything, and I don't bother to look for things I want because it's just plain torture to be honest.

Well, my birthday came and I was sick of cake, so I made a yummy chocolate pie. Happy birthday to me. For my present, Jon blindfolded me and slipped some rubber glove type thing onto my hand. I thought it was strange, but I went along with it. When I opened my eyes to see rubber spiders taped to the glove, I was completely confused. "Uh, thanks hun." (I knew were were poor, but not that poor.)

Then Jonny informed me of it's purpose. He told me that it was to desensitize me. I should have "gotten it" but I didn't. I'm not exactly known to have a good memory. Quite the opposite, actually.

I continued to be confused as I opened the next present.

When I opened up a camera, it all made sense. Good job to my cute hubby for being clever. Why was this spider glove so ingenious? Because of my past camera slip ups, especially the one at the zoo last fall. I had safely worn our camera's neck strap around my NECK the entire time at the zoo. For one brief second, while we were admiring the Siberian Tiger, I took the strap off my neck and was tinkering with the camera. The next thing I knew, a spider landed on my hand, and doing what I always do when a spider touches me- I FLICKED IT. I flung that spider off my hand. Unfortunately, the camera went with it too.

It died that day.

And I still am grateful to Jonny for keeping his cool about it. He must have sensed that I already felt bad enough as it was. I ruined a really nice camera and we had just barely gotten it not too long before I destroyed it.

ME and my NEW CAMERA! YEAH! (it's so shockingly small)

Oh yeah, Jon got his present too. Ta-da!


Not very exciting for him, is it? Next year will be better.

And I'd like to say one last farewell (I hope its the last one, because I said goodbye to this bad boy last time we got another camera) to the Dinosaur.

This was given to us by my inlaws when Jon graduated with his undergrad degree and me, my associates. (2003) That was when 3.3 pixels was the way to go! It's been a good camera...just really old...and it didn't work very well at the end of its life. I never named it the dinosaur, but someone commented to me once when I had it at the park that it was a dinosaur. (It is enourmous, like the old cell phones)

But is it really so uncool to have something old for crying out loud!

And speaking of unwanted comments, I don't know what is up with this week, but I have gotten a lot of unsolicated remarks about my children. I was at Walmart the other day and I had just pulled up to a check out line and my boys were helping to put the food onto the (I don't know what to call it) the moving black- too small to be an escalator thing- you put your food on. I'm blanking here) Anyway, the cashier says. "I'm glad it's you and not me."

I look at her like "Huh?"

She says, "Those boys have a lot of energy."

I looked at my kids, who were actually standing around the cart instead of running and off and truthfully told her. "Actually, they are being really calm right now."

She was like, "Whoa. That sucks."

Thanks.

(she was probably in her thirties and has girls or no kids at all.) And lots of other people tell me that my kids are energetic. I guess they are, but it's what I'm used to. I suppose two boys can feed off of each other pretty badly. But I want to know if I have the only energetic kids in the world, because people's comments seem to indicate so.

Well I think they are dang cute even if they can't sit still.

Here's the proof: