WHAT!!! Case is 2 !!!???

Of course, Case HAD to get his first Wii game...I mean honestly, he WAS turning 2 for crying out loud. It's about time.

This boy CAN'T live without trucks.

And THIS boy can't live without building. This time it's a catapolt to launch the plastic chicken.

Thanks for the chicken Grandma, it's amazing how often it comes in handy.

GROSS. No friends are going to want to play Uno at the Thomas house after seeing the way we play here.

Okay, so this goes something like...what do you get when you cross a banana with a mitten.

Actually, I just love the little tiny hands that fill this mitten. I needed some way to show how teeny they are (hence the banana). I love these kids.

RUSS' blue truck from childhood. Russ' cat would crawl into the back and Russ would launch it down the stairs. Yep, you read correctly. Then Russ would open up the back of the truck and the stupid cat would walk over and get back in so it could go flying down the stairs again. Of course, as soon as my kids heard the story, their first thought is:

but we don't have a cat.

And their second thought is:

but we DO have rabbits.

NO KIDS!!!

Why is my life full of so many crazy stories!!??

AHH Valentine's Day...

Wednesday night: Layne (4) starts screaming. Turns out, she poked herself in the eye. She was running to hide from Case and was running with her fists in thumbs-up position. She poked herself with her thumb. We decided (incorrectly) that it was just the skin beside the eye.

Thursday: By 11AM (why yes I AM the worst mom in the world for waiting so long) we decided that we really needed to go in. She had a huge scratch on her cornea. NIIIICE. FYI we had a nice family discussion about running with your thumbs tucked in :)

Friday: Russ and I went to dinner and then I gave him Gettysburg. So Russ, me and KORD (yes he was still awake when we got home so he wanted to watch it) watched GETTYBURG for Valentine's. NIIIICE again.

Saturday: 6AM Russ did this little ditty in...what else...church basketball. So we headed off to the urgent care at 9:30. I had a hair appointment (ladies, you know how you never want to miss that) at 10:45 so I ended up getting Russ through the x-ray and back to the doctor and then headed off to the stylist with all FOUR kids. Which, ironically, I scheduled for Saturday so that I wouldn't have to worry about the kids.

Saturday afternoon: This story actually starts 10 days previous. I just wanted to go the the stake dance...JUST ONCE for crying out loud. Well, Russ wasn't so excited and then ended up coming home with tickets to Monster Jam for Saturday. lovely. This weaves into the previous story since, evidently, he thought that Monster Jam wasn't enough to get him out of the dance so he had to do THAT to his foot too!

No d&$% foot injury was going to stop Russ from bringing his boys to see vroom-vrooms so he hobbled, jumped, and yanked himself to the Rose Garden arena. What a cute daddy

Sunday: Well, how could you beat the precursors...I did the fun little valentines things for the kids in the morning but than that was it. I even forgot to make the milk pink for crying out loud. No pink mashed potatoes. No pink soup. I'm such a loser.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S WEEKEND!

I'll do better on St. Patrick's Day