my paratrooper

Danny did it he graduated today from Airborne school. Crazy boy. What is he thinking he joined the A-i-r-F-o-r-c-e. Well we are all excited an happy, both that he did it and that he is coming home.

easter

the easter bunny brought us snow!!! so I think this makes 3 days of snow for this season. so of course the boys can not stand not being out there in it. the easter bunny also brought the boys kites, a lego car and lots of kinder eggs. so now we have a zip lock bag of kinder egg chocolate in the freezer, really I am surprised they did not eat all of the chocolate.

speaking of kinder eggs...so the gals from my mom's work loves kinder eggs. got them hooked last time we were here. so of course this year I headed off to the store to look like a crazy person buying 18 dozen kinder eggs, shipped them off and they arrived safely and quickly. so mom asks me to send another 8 dozen, shipped them off. well they did not arrive safely, they were taken by customs!! customs sent some note about them being banned in the US, blah, blah, blah...I think it is because there is a warning on them not for children under 3, so what if it is written in german, there is a picture with 0-3 and a big line through it!!! really is there not better things for customs to do than steal some kinder eggs!!

one of my obsessions...

is that I think I can and should color my hair!!! I do this frequently. Even when my hair does not turn out like I envision this still does not send me to the salon. Oh no! I try again. So my latest has been to add blonde high-lights. This resulted in patches of brown in the blonde or some how half blonde half brown chunks. So this time I think I am done, well for a few days anyway. So my short term fix, is to part my hair on the other side. lol. all well, so here's to a home-botched-bad-color-dye job!

Buried treasure

The sun was out today so after school we headed over to the park. It was still a little chilly so I had the boys both wear a hat-god for bid they get sick and have to stay home from school!! So we are all having a good time the kids are playing I am talking with my friend Kim...well finally it is time to go home to get dinner ready. I say to my little angel Trent "where is your hat" that sweet little voice says "I buried it in the sand".

My first thought, NICE!!! If you remember, that is my way of not saying anything bad, but thinking it all.

I say to my sweet boy, "okay look for it". After a few minutes he says to me, "uh maybe I should have put an 'X' where I buried it". I could not help but laugh, to him this is a great solution, to me I was still wondering why you buried it.

So a few more minutes pass, I tell Trent to forget the hat, let's go. That boy was not ready to give up yet, so the mother voice in my head says to go help that boy find his buried hat! Off I go, moving sand around with my feet, thinking really how deep could this hat be? My next thought, I may not want to know!

Finally, Success! We have found our buried treasure.

Moral of the story, mom's should keep better track of little boy's hats.

why I laugh

I laugh because these two guys are fun!! They love tattoos, we finally just got some scrubbed off their bodies from the last tattoo session. okay so maybe they were not really washing that part in the shower. so tonight for fun, they got their tattoo markers out. this is their idea of body art... and on Brice's shoulder the 'T' is a hook em' horn, so he says. i really have no idea why they colored a whole hand. i was laughing so hard trying to take some pictures of them and of course they wanted to look after each pic to see how it turned out.

start

my friend Susan has a blog and it cracks me up. so I was thinking having a blog could be fun and a good way to keep track of the everyday things around this house. there are so many things that the boys do that I do not want to forget...so this is a pic of me, right now.

so today I guess my thing is

the day Brice burned his finger with the cigerette lighter in the car- this started because he said he didn't want to go into the postoffice, okay so I paused for a moment to think he would be okay in the car while I ran in (don't judge me here, I was left in the car and I am still alive) so I am coming out of the postoffice and he is running toward me. ugh. and at first he did not tell me what was wrong just that his finger hurt. so we are all back in the car and Brice says he just wants to go home. well then the pain must really start and he starts screaming bloody murder. so I am trying to think where can I get some water or ice. in my time of panic, I just take him to the clinic, no they can not really do anything that I can not do at home, but I do not want to make that 20 min drive home with him screaming. so inside the clinic we run his thumb under cold water at the drinking fountain.

so I am chatting with the nurse she is telling me what to look for and she remembers I am a nurse, then she remembers what DH did last year- the whole not feeling well, let me go to PT and sweat it out, after arriving at the clinic they call an ambulance.

back to the boy, he got an ice pack and was feeling better so we came home. ugh. that boy, so this would be the 3rd time he has burned his fingers. things like this always happen when their dad is gone.