Daddy-O & Trucks

As the picture shows; Paige now has a truck to play with, courtesy of G'ma Shelly. She discovered her little butt fits in there and its a lot of fun to scooch around that way. It's also big and tall enough to run with full bore and not fall over. It got played with a lot that first day. It's been sitting idle for a few days now; but that's how the toys at our house work. They are obsessed over right away; and then rediscovered at a later date. There was one Saturday where we were home all day long and I think every single toy was strewn all over being rediscovered. There were shrieks that sounded like the equivalent of 'I had forgotten where this was!'.

The other day Peanut just randomly started her Cowboy Daddy-o. Not sure if that is how it is spelled; but that is how it sounds. We have no clue where it came from, so we just blame it on some other little person at daycare! We hope its a short lived issue because it really irritates Cowboy!

Singing

So Paige is now singing--or at least her version of singing. We aren't real sure what the song is, I just know its the words "action, action" over and over. But she's really into it and has great hip action! By the way, the crank handle on the window is her microphone--it stick out a few inches and is the right height.

"Hi Hon"

So I usually call the Cowboy "hon" as an abbreviation for honey (which I can't stand). I use this without thinking when he comes home, when I have to yell across the house for him, etc. I never realized how often I did it until Paige started calling him that. She did it when she was smaller; which was super cute. Now if you ask him her Dad's name she says its "Hon" or "Daddy" which ever her mood is in. She normally calls him Dad, but you never know when the "hon" is going to slip out.
The comical version of this was last weekend at Mom and Dad's. Cowboy had been hiding from us; and we were trying to find him. We couldn't find him, so I yelled to him to come out. Then little Miss Attitude just bellowed "HON--WHERE ARE YOU? HON!" I sort of giggled as did Cowboy who laughed and jumped out. My mom, who was on the other side of the house; almost had to be picked up off of the floor she was laughing so hard.

The weekend

We had a pretty ordinary weekend. Paige and I attended cousin Dani's volleyball tournament in Dickinson--or 'walleyball' as Paige calls it. Dani played very well; and Paige behaved so it was a double success. We got home late in the evening and Paige was watching Nemo for the 154rd time in our room because we just can't handle watching it ourselves anymore. She came out with some of my clothing on--I thought it was a nightie but it turned out to be my tank top. Ryan and I chased her back into our room where the door was closed and she was hiding. We looked at each other in the hall way and went--oh no, how big of a disaster is it going to be. It wasn't actually too bad; but she was trying on all of my pj's. There were about 3 tank tops around her neck and clothes all over the floor. I had some laundry on the bed to be folded; and it was no way near as organized in the pile as it had been. Oh well; that will teach me!

Today, we had a relaxing day at home. Cowboy was home and fulfilled his honey-do list very well. The AC is out of the window and the coat rack is up. Thanks! Gramma Shelly came over and we ran to the store to get some things. Paige was picking her nose in the car and we were telling her to stop it. I kept asking her what she was digging for. She looked at us and said "Snakes." So watch out everyone, they are now invading noses.

We also played in the leaves for a few minutes--cute picture to follow. We have traditionally had our annual leaf photo shoot in early October, so hopefully if its nice this week we will rake a pile and play in the leaves--and take some cute pictures.

The Big Party

So we survived the big party for my parents. The combined joint birthday party for Dad's 50th last month and Mom's 49th on Monday. We were a little worried about attendence as the day began; and how to grill our pork without ruining it. But everything turned out okay when the food turned out great and we had quite a few people show up. Thanks to everyone who came--Mom and Dad both said the next day what a good time it was. They also compared it to their last raving party (about 30 years ago) and since there were no holes burnt in carpets or masses of beer cans on the lawn; this was much better. I also pointed out that their friends have matured a little bit since we were done partying by 10pm this year.

A few of my favorite things I heard:

Mom: "How's the drink Cowboy?"
Cowboy: "Strong."
Mom: "Good--that's how we like them" and she grinned. (Note: Mom is a 2 beer drunk)

Rayven after she'd been squeezed by Kira: "Stop it, you'll squeeze all of the juices out of me!"

I didn't hear the whole story; but apparently Dr H won for best story of the evening. Raccoons and culvers+guns equal entertainment.

Thanks everyone for coming!

Eyebrows

Sunday morning I was in the bathroom plucking my eyebrows, washing my face, etc. The standard ritual before I shower. Paige and her Dad appear in the doorway and stood there watching me. Cowboy asked Paige what I was doing. She turns and looks at him and says, "Mommy's picking her. . ." (I start to smile because I think, "Wow, she's going to get this right.") She pauses and finishes the statement with ". . nose!" She things Mommy's picking her nose with the large magnifying mirror. Nice.

Boots

So Cowboy's new boots finally arrived the other day. I was walking past the rug where our shoes are and I saw this.

He says I have a lot of shoes; at least I don't have 3 pairs of the exact same shoe! He does; plus his aren't the $20 sale rack specials. I just had to laugh; it looks like a bunch of cowboys live here!