Nothing But Hassells

Couldn’t Resist The Pun

Our House:

Looks just like the 200 other ones in our neighborhood.

April 12, 2007

Okay, let’s see how this goes! 

It’s April and we’re still freezing our tails off in Pennsylvania.  All I’ve heard from the kids since mid-March is: “If we were still in Texas, we’d be wearing shorts already!”

 

Caleb got 2 birthday cakes this year.  One because we celebrated with dad before he left on a business trip.  The second cake was because, according to Caleb, he really wouldn’t turn 6 with out a cake on his real birthday.  They were identical except for the fact that I didn’t put 6 rainbows on the first cake, a mistake Caleb made sure I didn’t repeat.

 

Chris had his first Blue and Gold Banquet last month, came home with nothing, so we put in some extra effort for the Pinewood Derby.  Chris took 3rd place overall, and already has plans for next year’s Derby.    He’s really proud of his car, he even took it to school the next day to show his class.   He’s such a smart kid, hates showing his work, though, and that is the only thing that his teacher has to complain about.  He’s such a goof, you’d never guess he was so smart!  Star Wars is life now, and he and Caleb are constantly battling who knows what with their light sabers.  I can’t keep track of all the characters, but they do, and educate me patiently each time I mess it up.

 

Caity is simply counting down until she turns 12, so she can “rake in the money” babysitting.  I don’t have the heart to tell her that I don’t pay, I just feed her, do her laundry, and drive her around.  We’ll cross that bridge later.  She has a crush (gulp!) on some kid at church.  Her dad is having fits.  I told her that crushes are more fun when you keep them a secret from everyone but mom.  We’ll see.  Pennsylvania has a bunch of really great all-girl schools to choose from.

 

Mr. Incredible lives at my house. I have to hide the costume every now and then because I’m sure the people at school and Giant Supermarket think he has no other clothes.   Even with out his costume on, I can get him to eat anything on his plate by telling him that he’ll get stronger than Mr. Incredible or faster than Dash.  Worked like a charm until dinner one night.  He inhaled all of his chicken then ran over to the vacuum cleaner and tried to pick it up.   When we got him out from under the 20 lb vacuum, he lamented” Hey!  I’m supposed to be stronger! My chicken’s all gone, Mom!”  We told him that maybe he needed to eat the green beans to make the chicken work.  So he inhaled the green beans and tried again.  This time Dad stood by to “balance” the thing while Conner lifted it over his head.  Triumphantly, he put the vacuum down and then flexed for us beaming.  To our credit, we didn’t even snicker until he went to bed, self control never hurt so bad.