It was Broccoli Thackers birthday party, and Scout and Navy had a blast. I excitement for taking pictures has been pretty low lately, so I only got a few around the pinata.
Scout took a few good whacks.
Sissy went straight for the smarties and dum dums.
Scout was so pleased with his loot. The best part was when he told me that he got some Smarties for Icka…”because she really likes them.” That is a nice brother you little stinkpot!
Basically the fair this year stunk. The weather was perfect, everything being a dollar was great, but we were missing the Brockbanks, and it was noticed. I mean….who am I going to win tons of hideous stuffed animals for? Who is going to think it is so funny that I eat everything the fair has to offer - including my famous turkey leg? Who is going to take the one million pictures? Who is going to come prepared with everything including sunblock, food, water bottles and coupons. Never again. I’d rather not go.
The few saving graces:
Sissy was really good because B won her an Elmo and Big Bird, and I finished the trio out with Cookie Monster.
Scout loved the obstacle courses. He did them over and over — and even wanted to go by himself.
The Clifford girls, my mom, and my dad were there for the fun. Thank goodness, because I am a seriously true believer in “the more the merrier”. (Remember how many people were in my delivery room!?)
Scout was outside at the Brockbanks, and came in with some serious battle wounds. Nobody out there (Jake, Cade, Calin, Trey) knows where they came from or how they got there (yeah right). All I know is that I have had to put medicine AKA lotion on his back several times to make it not itchy or hot. My guess is that there was some sort of initiation involved, and this wound “made my boy a man”.
This picture is when it was pretty fresh — it is now the darkest scab. Maybe he skipped “man” and went straight to “grandpa”.
Scout might be the biggest lover of fruit I have ever met. Besides Denny’s, his next favorite restaurant is God Choice Sushi so he can get cantaloupe and watermelon off the boats that go by. His eating is slightly frustrating because he is my self proclaimed vegetarian (except bacon), and won’t eat anything that looks different or gross in any way. Like when I put a tortilla on the open flame the other day, he was loving them. That is…until one of them had a little dark spot where the flame burned it a bit. I call it flavor…he calls it disgusting….then I call it annoying!
Here is Scout chowing down on oranges from our tree. He gets so excited when one of them is close to ready, and we watch it over a few weeks until it can finally be picked.
Not to be outdone….Sissy painted this grin on her face the second I got my camera out.
Nonnie reading, and Belly smothering while the child is trying to get away.
We always try and teach Scout that he needs to be a good example to Icka. (And it’s true, because Tweedle Dum copies everything Tweedle Dee does.) So this morning after he wasn’t really cooperating, I told him how important it was to say, “Sure Mom” when he was asked to do something. His earlier groan had Icka groaning immediately afterward. So here these two are practicing, “Sure Mom” over and over. Scout thought it was so funny, and Icka thought it was a big game. I am just hoping it sticks. Scout was great about saying it three months ago, but times have changed. No naps, and too much traveling have been an underlying force in our lives lately, but I’m on it. (Hopefully.)
I recently heard someone say that when a man says, “No” it means, “No”, but when a woman says, “No”, it is the start of a negotiation. We have seen the effects of this in our home lately, but it isn’t when I say “no” as much as it is whenever I ask Scout to do anything. Go to bed, get dressed, come here, be nice to Sissy are all phrases that seem to falling on deaf ears lately. So Micah and I had a talk about how we just need to be really consistent about everything. The summer has give Scout a hiatus on working/doing his jobs….but we are bringing that to a quick close. Needless to say, I was really happy when I found this note next to the silverware after Micah left before we all woke up. Nice job on doing your part Babe.
Ka wrapped Sissy’s leg up like it was broken this morning. Sissy was loving being the center of attention, and wasn’t very keen on taking it off for bath time. I have been thinking about our Halloween costumes this year, and if I am pregnant, I might revert back and go with the mummy theme. I was originally going to make my kids into sume wrestlers, but Micah doesn’t like the idea of our kids in G-String get ups. Apparently he is my “voice of reason” AKA “voice of boring!”
This kid is officially obsessed with all things boy — or at least all things weapons. He loves swords, guns, rocket launchers and bombs.
According to him, “he couldn’t smile” when he has a gun, so this is as much as I got:
And this one is when he was getting in trouble, so he thought he would fake shoot me. Don’t worry — he got in more trouble for the threat he made on my life.
Once we knew that Spain was going to play in the World Cup Finals, we knew that we had to head to Spain for the excitement. So as I watch the Spaniards dominate this game (score is 0-0 just into overtime), I am glad we decided to take the three hour detour.
Did I mention that I ran with the bulls this morning. Apparently, our timing is impeccable. Pamplona is having their week long running of the bulls right now. It was great, exciting, and like a party I have never seen before. I have pictures of most of it — the party, the mess, the bulls. I just am lacking a picture of ME WITH THE BULLS. What? That’s what I asked. The answer — Micah had to use the facilities. You have to be kidding! You mean that I put my life in danger by entering the arena with a mad bull, and Micah couldn’t “just wait”? That’s right folks. But if you really want to know what I think happened….I think it had more to do with me “the wife” inside the arena with the bulls, as he “the husband” stood by in support. Wasn’t he a track star, with lightening bolt times? Yes. (Which I think proves my point even further!)
How embarrassing Micah!
When we got to Pamplona, this is what the city looked like after it had already been cleaned. There was trash everywhere, everyone was sleeping all over the place, and everyone had wet filth up to their knees. I have never seen anything like this in my life. It was absolutely crazy!
Even though this picture is accurate, it doesn’t even come close to the real party that it was.
Here is the only pervert that picked up on Tristen. Everyone else was looking in my direction. Sorry Bella….I just must have some major sex appeal.
Thank goodness I had my husband there to protect me. This was right after the bulls had run these streets, but prior to my own “running”. (Notice that everyone is in white and red, but the three idiots from America were wearing all black (for slimming purposes), red and plaid, and purple.)
Here is the arena where I risked my life. Notice there are no girls in there. But about five minutes after this picture, there were two girls. Me in the middle with the crowds and the bull, and Tristen up on the side hanging on for dear life. (She disputes this, and I was so glad to have the pictures to prove it…but you know the rest of the story.)
Here I am SO MAD at Micah. He is trying to explain why he just HAD to go to the bathroom during my once-in-a-lifetime bull run, but I wasn’t buying it. Thank goodness that Tristen (who had a vested interest in not being in the pictures — no proof now) was there to act as the peace maker.
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