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. :)

Naughty or Nice?

After Lance & Luke told Santa what they wanted for Christmas, Santa asked Lance what he was getting his brother for Christmas.  Lance thought for a second & replied, "Hmmmm....to be nice to my brudder."  Definitely nice.

Luke is two.  All two year olds are naughty by default.  I think that makes them exempt from "the list."  They get presents just because they are cute.  Cute apparently negates naughty.

As for Daddy...

I've convinced the boys that Daddy is naughty & Santa is bringing him a lump of coal. :)  I asked the boys if they wanted to help wrap a present for Daddy.  Lance told me Daddy wasn't getting any presents, just coal.  And as much as I like the idea, what if Santa actually brings presents for David?  I can't have the boys thinking Santa brings presents to naughty boys (what will I hold over their heads all through the month of December?).  Daddy better be awful nice today!  He's got a lot of ground to make up.  What's that?  What makes David naughty, you ask?  Let's see...

1. "Wow Luke!!  Those are some thick thighs!  Just like Mama's."  REALLY DAVID???  Haven't we already gone over this--this exact statement???  No wife, and I mean NO wife, would let her husband live after a comment like that!!  Definitely naughty.  I don't care if it's the truth.  Naughty.
2. "You look really nice, Rachel."  Hmmmm, doing better.  "Except for your hair."  I think the second statement cancels the first.  Naughty.
3. When I pulled out the Christmas ornaments this year, I found tiny round holes in some of the balls.  I was baffled.  But wait!  Do you remember a post about David & his BB gun?  And how I found out he had been shooting it INSIDE the apartment?  Mystery solved.  Naughty.
4. Then there were the wooden TV trays that looked like they had been stabbed with a knife a few times.  But it wasn't knives.  It was from ninja stars that had been thrown in the apartment.  I don't think David gets the whole indoor vs. outdoor activity thing.  Although I'm pretty sure ninja stars shouldn't be thrown anywhere.  Unless you're a ninja.  David isn't one.  Naughty.
5. Then there are the numerous toys broken by Daddy (because he was doing something he shouldn't), and all the times he has thought it was funny to make the boys cry.  And about a gazillion other naughty things.

I guess he has done one or two nice things this year.  I still think David making the nice list is a long shot.  He probably thinks the same of me--I won't go into details. :)  But I know Santa really well.  I think I'm good.

**Christmas Update**

Santa apparently thought David was good.  But somehow the BB gun made it's way out Christmas morning.  And I found a BB embedded in the wall of the sitting room.  Don't worry.  David assures me he will paint over it.  

Finally!!!!

Of course I'm late on this....I always am.  Lance turned four last month!!  He had been asking every day since August if it was his birthday yet.  And a month after his birthday he is still singing Happy Birthday to Lance.  :)

Lance opening presents on his actual birthday.  And the banana in the picture...David wrapped it.  He thought it was hilarious.

 

 Luke was thrilled to be able to open a present, too.

 His birthday party.  Blowing out the candles on the pink birthday cake.  Pink cake, pink frosting.  Lance picked it.  I figured the iron man action figures on it counteracted the pink. ;)

 I didn't get pictures of most of the party, but I'm pretty sure Lance had lots of fun.  I had my very own party organizer (thank you, Lynette!!) who made sure the party was everything a little boy could want.  I love you, Lancey!!  And stop growing up!

Halloween Party

These are pictures from my nieces Halloween birthday party.  I know you'll all be wondering how I got my hubby to dress up so ridiculously.  The answer...he's a sucker he'll do anything for his boys.  My little clown, Lance, wanted to be just that--a clown.

The Sideshow Shelley's.  I made all our costumes.  Notice David's pants hanging out of his costume?  I outlawed them for trick-or-treating.  But I didn't get pictures on Halloween. :(

Me, my mom, and my sisters.

My mom & dad.  I don't think my dad had ever dressed up for Halloween before.  And he's wearing tights!!! :)  We told her to make him walk the plank if he acted up.

The Wild (and wicked) Whitts.  They looked awesome!

And Dustin looked absolutely CRAZY!

Cruella & her crew, the Rowdy Robertsons.  Cruella (who threw a fantastic party) is holding the birthday dalmatian.  Mrs. DeVille also made all of these costumes.

Bibbity Bobbity Boo...the Schofieldians!

Kenderella in her awesome dress (which I helped make 'cause I am awesome, too *wink*).

Pumpkin Carving

I really dread carving pumpkins.  I usually get stuck gutting the pumpkins while David carves out ridiculous hideous interesting faces.  This year was no exception.  I cleaned out pumpkins the whole time while David destroyed the pumpkins.  I didn't take pictures of the finished products because, well, they were ugly.  And not in the "I tried my best" kind of way...they were really, really ugly.  I almost didn't put them out on the porch.  But since the neighbors carved pumpkins with us, they knew whose handiwork was on display.  The highlight of the pumpkin carving festivities...David, his sawzall, and his pumpkin mask.

Boys and their toys.  He really did use a sawzall to carve the pumpkins.  And I about had a heart attack.

This little hilarious stunt lasted for. ev. er.  The neighbors laughed a lot, and I rolled my eyes a lot.

Oh, and the pumpkin...actually ended up on the porch.  After trick-or-treating & seeing all the pumpkins in the neighborhood, I can safely say that we had the ugliest pumpkins right in front of our house. :)

Next year, David won't be invited to our pumpkin carving party.  Unless he comes as the entertainment.

My 2 Year Old

The Incredible Luke turned 2 this summer!

Aunt Julie made the cute cake.

Woody helped Luke blow out the candle.

Opening presents

I sent David for a superhero kind of pinata...this is what he brought home.

These are the capes I made for the guests.

If you can't tell, this one is Hulk's fist.  I drew all the applique's for the capes, and I'm no artist. 

I added ruffles to the girlie capes. :)  And the Ben 10 cape was a special request.

He's my rough-and-tumble boy.  He's always a superhero.  Anything in his hands becomes a gun, sword, or weapon of some sort.  He's noisy & dirty.  He destroys all in his path.  And yet, he is my cuddly, huggy, kissy boy.  He brings so much love, laughter, and joy into our home.  I am so grateful that this little boy was sent to our family & that I get to be his mommy.  I love you, my Lukey!!

Kisses!!

This is my favorite little pucker face! And below him is another cute little pucker face. Can you tell they're related? Pucker faces, curly hair, and all. :) It's his cousin Brylen who is only a couple months younger than Luke. Now anybody wanna kiss?

And I hope this Daily Dose of David has you laughing as hard as I was when it happened! It was probably a month ago when I crashed into bed exhausted & David fell asleep instantly & was snoring. Loudly!! I knew there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. But because he had just gone to sleep, I knew that if I pushed him to roll over or shook him, he was going to yell at me for waking him up (and for pushing or shaking him). So I reached over & rubbed his back. I was thinking that maybe he was awake just enough that when I rubbed his back he would move & stop snoring. And that's when I heard, "That was really nice." Huh? And before I could reply he said, "No, I mean it. That was really nice of you." Huh? some more. And the kicker? "What dealership do you work for? Toyota?" And as I began giggling...more snoring. But who cares about the snoring when you're laughing so hard you're sure you're going to wake up the husband & the kids!