Send me down a candy bar!

Perhaps only my siblings and Mom will really get this post, but growing up, my Dad always had stories or sayings he would tell us. I've learned from his former students, that he wasn't much different at school, he had his 'Monk Stories' which I wish he would put to paper.

At home, we learned what two bits was, what a stereoscope is, and what you do with a mouth organ. We learned to never stick your finger in the finger trap. We learned when you're really hungry, you should sing a little ditty.

I'm as hungry as a hog, I could eat fried rice, seaweed, or a dirty hot dog.

We learned about the naughty little boy that painted the fire engine black, although, I'm pretty sure at different times it was a naughty little girl and even a naughty little bunny once.

My dad hasn't changed, he still tells his stories and it actually makes me happy that my kids are now learning the craziness that is their grandfather. Today I witnessed a prime example. Camdyn was outside on her swing set when an airplane flew by. Several seconds later I heard her yelling something I myself yelled to airplanes as a child, thanks to dear old Dad.

Send me down a candy bar! Send me down a candy bar! Send me down a candy bar!

Thank you, Dad, for your quirkiness, for your stories, for being able to embarrass Mom every time you go to the grocery store together.

The night was dark, the night was blue.
Around the corner, a shit wagon flew.
It hit a bump, a scream was heard.
A man was killed by a flying turd.

Monday Morning

Monday started off interestingly enough today.

It was time for the kids to leave to get on the bus, Riley was ready, but Cooper was no where to be found. Clyde yelled for Cooper to hurry up. No one was ready for the response.

I'm changing my underwear!

Cooper, why are you changing your underwear?

Because I farted and it turned my underwear green!

So, on his way out, I informed him that any toots at school had better be done in the restroom...just as a precautionary measure. Seriously, what is that boy eating?

Climbing

Today my husband found Rowyn standing on the table in the toy room. She climbed on the chair and then onto the table, where she nearly gave her father heart failure. If that wasn't enough, Clyde called me at work tonight...

Guess where I just found your youngest?

No idea, where?

Standing on Cooper's bed, looking over the edge, while bouncing up and down with a big grin on her face. She apparently used Cooper's dump truck as a stepping stool.

Someone needs to tell Rowyn she's 10-months-old and climbing will not be accepted. Next thing I know she'll be climbing the ladder on the bunk bed.

Money maker

Shake, shake, shake your money maker

Took your Momma nine months to make ya

Might as well shake what your Momma gave ya...

Even though she didn't put together that getup. Wow.

Easter

Easter egg hunt at Grammy's house. Eggs filled with coins and candy. Fun times!

Baby Rowyn's 1st Easter

Mom made ham, asparagus, sweet potatoes, baby reds, tossed salad with strawberries and almonds, jello for the kids, and relishes. Dessert was cupcakes and my personal favorite, homemade cheesecake.

Cooper felt the need to skateboard in his Easter clothes and of course, fell and blew a hole in the knee of his pants.

Camdyn was busted throwing walnuts at the goldfish in Grandpa's pond.

We missed everyone that couldn't be there. Hope you all had a Happy Easter!

The Cake

Camdyn spent most of today planning her birthday. She made herself a card, picked out her outfit, and made herself a few birthday cakes with her plastic play food and some various toys. Never mind the fact her birthday isn't until December.

I had to work, so my parents came out to the house to babysit. As I was leaving, Camdyn had decided to 'bake' her cakes in the oven. Since the oven wasn't on and my mom was supervising, she let her put them in the oven.

It was around 6pm when I got the call at work.

Clyde had decided to make garlic bread to go with the spaghetti he made for dinner.

Camdyn got her cake baked after all.