Blame it on the Crack

Last night David & I put the kids to bed, and Luke said (in his sweetest voice), "Mama fweep wiff me a minute, peeeeeeas."  I couldn't say no.  Sweet moments can be rare for my two year old, and when he wants to "nuggo," well that's just what we do.  I snuggled up to my Lukey, and Lance got Daddy by default (there is only one of me after all).

Daddy hopped in Lance's bed, and Lance started yelling at him & kicking him.  Fighting, crying, & screaming are all normal when Daddy's around since he takes great pleasure in tormenting the boys by trying to mess with the way they do things.  For instance, you might think the world was coming to end (at least in our house) when Daddy switches the sippy cup lids so they don't match the cup, but Daddy thinks it's hilarious.  And when Mommy just wants peace & quiet at the end of the day, Daddy incites a riot by insisting Lance wear pajamas that are clearly Luke's.  Lance's attempts at correction are met by Daddy playing dumb.  World War III ensues, and Daddy laughs...and laughs...and laughs.  Daddy's favorite way to make Luke go berserk is to pretend he's beating Mommy up. Luke will start to cry and then try to save his beloved Mama by beating up Daddy.  And another way to bring on the wrath of Lance...try to sleep in the crack of his bed (you know, between the wall and the mattress).  This is what happened last night.

David jumped in the crack & then laughed while Lance went crazy.  After he assured Lance he wasn't after the prime sleeping spot, he says to Lance, "When I was little and kids would ask me how I ran so fast, I would tell them it was because I slept in the crack." I got a serious case of the giggles when I heard that.  And then he said, "And you know what?  I really did believe it."  More laughing.  "No Rachel. I mean it. I told the kids, and then this other kid who ran even faster than me said that he slept in the crack, too!"  Then it must be true. ;)  I'm not sure, but I think David still believes that sleeping in the crack made him fast.  At least he was little when he thought that one up.

I remember in high school there was this Japanese foreign exchange student who ran track.  He was pretty fast, and he told everyone that it was because he ate bananas.  And he was dead serious.  We all thought it was really funny, but I bet there was one or two runners who downed the bananas before a big race (just in case).  I didn't actually try out the theory.  But now that I think of it...I definitely should have tested it.  Couldn't have hurt.  Might have helped.

The banana idea came from a high school senior.  The crack concept came from a little kid.  Okay, I don't really know how little.  But at least David had back up on his theory.  I mean, there was that other fast runner who, coincidentally, slept in the crack, too.

My Personal Trainer

I have the best husband ever! No, please don't argue. He really is the best.

So, I've been trying to lose weight. The first week I worked my butt off (except it's still there). I also gave up my coke :( and chocolate--for the most part. David asked if he could be my trainer, and I said yes. But poor guy...I won't do a thing he says. I'm just difficult like that. And what did I have to show for that first week of pain & sadness (over having no coke or chocolate)? A whopping two pounds. I know it's something, but I was still disappointed. Of course my honey knows how to cheer me up and says to me, "Lookin' good." Then checking out my backside he says, "You must have lost those three pounds from your butt." Go ahead laugh (jerks--you don't know, maybe he's right--now I can't stop laughing). But the thing is, I love him all the more for saying such a ridiculous thing. Especially because he said three pounds when I only lost two! Be still my heart. :)