Ummmm.... Should I Be Worried??

No explanation needed for these two lovebirds.

Where Does She Come Up With This Stuff??

Swayze:  "Mom, I want a taco!"

Me:  "A taco??"  (That's so random, because we rarely have tacos.)

Swayze:  "Yeth." (yes)  

Me:  "Where  do you suppose I get a taco?"  (mind you, it's 9 o' clock on Sunday morning.)

Swayze:  "Bellth."  (Bells, as in Taco Bell)

Me:  "When have you eaten at Taco Bell?" (we NEVER eat at Taco Bell.  Ever.  Is it that obvious my children watch way too much t.v.?)

Swayze:  "Fwatuday."  

Me:  "Saturday?"

Swayze:  "No... FWATUDAY!!"

Pinewood Derby '09

I am so far behind on this post.  The Pinewood Derby was actually several weeks ago.  I am so so happy that this was our last and final Pinewood race of our parenting career.  We are such slacker parents when it comes to getting Tag's car ready each year.  We always put it off 'til the very last minute, literally.  Tommy ends up going down to the local hobby shop and gets a car pre-cut.  Is that considered cheating?  I did happen to hear a few, "Wow!  You made that car in less than a day?"  We were caught.  Some parents take this whole Derby thing a little too serious.  Well, this year Tag opted for a pink car and every year he tries to get the "Flat Tire Award."  We have so many boys in the ward that the leaders had to come up with a few other awards to give out, so they make a big chocolate cake in the shape of a tire and give it to one boy in each den who has the slowest car.  He won the same award last year and was pretty stoked about it, so he figured he'd try for it again this year.

Tommy was the "trigger man."

Setting the cars up for the big race.

Don't be fooled by the lightning speed shot of the cars.  These were the 3 slowest cars in the whole group.  I love the look on all the boys' faces.

And here he is, the winner of the coveted "Flat Tire Award."

GOT AMOXICILLAN?

I'll be so glad when we're done with ear infections.  The nurses at the pediatrician's office said they need to start a punch card for this little chick, we're in there so often.

The Sweet Life Of Tommy

The boys all headed out to Carmel last weekend for Todd's birthday bash.  As usual, the wives didn't get invited to the sausage party.  I'm not bitter, really I'm not.  I loved listening to fighting, whiny kids for 4 days straight.  It's like music to my ears.  

Golfing Pebble Beach.  What a terrible view, huh?  My Tommy's admittedly not the best golfer, so he said he just "Happy Gilmore'd" it all day.

Since he wouldn't let me show you the funnier "pit stop" pictures, here is a more scenic pit stop pic.  But seriously, I liked the other ones better.  I may use them in future blackmail posts.

Tommy wanted everyone to notice this flag and how it was flying completely straight.  I really didn't get what the big deal was, but apparently that meant the wind was blowing VERY hard and made it very difficult to ride against, especially on a 50 mile ride.  Poor babies.

A Little Reprimanding...

I knew it had to be too good to be true since it had been a few months since getting any complaints about my blog.  And Tommy's complaints don't count.  He complains on a daily basis how I need to "Tone it down just a little."  I've just figured it gets me out of certain church callings.  You know, spice it up a bit here and there.  So, without further adieu, here was my conversation with my dad about a week and a half ago:

Dad:  (First, his infamous sigh I've heard many a time growing up.  He fills his cheeks with air and lets it all out.  Doesn't sounds so scary, does it?  Just ask my mom and sisters.  Not like Kim would know what that's all about since she's always been the "golden child."  But they'll vouch for me.  It sends chills down my spine.)  "Sooooo, Leigh."

Me:  (In a very sheepish voice) "Yeeess?"

Dad:  "How am I going to get you to stop using the "F word" on your blog?"

Me:  "What?!"

Dad:  "Yes, don't you think the work "freaking" is the same as the "F word?"

Me:   "I, I guess so."

I was so busted.  So Dad, take note.  I have been making a very conscious effort to change my potty mouth.  I didn't think he would be very amused if I told him that my father-in-law uses it, one of the counselors in our Relief Society Presidency used it when referring to her first Diet Coke she'd had in over a month, and even my 2 year old uses it.  Just the other day, I let the kids go swimming and when Swayze stuck her tootsies in, she said, "Oh my goth! (gosh) It'th fweaking cold!"

Just Call Me "Mrs. Robinson"...

I try to go into Keagan's 1st grade class every few weeks or so to help out, and there is this sweet little boy named Bryce who always tells me the nicest things.  The last time I was in, he told me, "You look very beautiful today."  Aww, shucks.  

Anyhoo, I went in again this morning, and one of Keagan's little girlfriends ran up to me and said, "Hey, Keagan's mom.  Bryce says he's in love with you," pointing to him.  "That one!"  

So, my assignment was to take each child into a little room and test them to see if they could count by 2's, 5's, and 10's.  I finally got around to Bryce's name and after he was finished reciting the numbers, as we was leaving the room he said, "Just so you know, I'm the one that said I love you."  What the CRAP do you say to that?!  "Thanks, love you too?," as I'm getting handcuffed and hauled off to the slammer.  Sweet thing, though.  Just goes to show "I've still got it."

Washington D.C.

When Tommy's pop invited us to go to Washington D.C., we jumped all over it.  Even though money's a little tight these days, we knew we might not have another opportunity to go again anytime soon.  So we got a sitter for the girlies and took Tag with us.  We stayed in the 3,000 square foot pimp daddy Presidential suite in Wardman Park.  Now, I have to say, I kept hearing about this "Mall" up by the Capital.  I'm thinking, 'wowzers, can't wait to spend Tommy's moolah there.  Let me just say, that term is incredibly misleading to a girl.   Anyhoo, turns out it's not really a {shopping} mall after all.  It's the long grassy area between the Capital and the Lincoln Memorial.  Bummer.  

We went to the Holocaust Museum (unbelievable), the Capital, The Treasury, The Natural History Museum, The Air and Space Museum, The National Gallery and saw the Pompeii exhibit.  Tommy was shocked that I had no idea what that was all about.  I told him I was just a desperate housewife.  Not all of us common folk are not quite as lucky to have actually GONE to Pompeii as a child like him.  We visited the Washington Monument and went to the Lincoln Memorial.  The President's helicopter flew over us.  We visited the Smithsonian Zoo, went inside the West Wing of the White House and even ate at the Old Ebbitt Grill.  Apparently it was a favorite of Teddy Roosevelt.

There were even a few things that reminded us of home.  Every time we walked over a sewer, Tommy said, "Smells like a trailer park."  When we were at the zoo and went to the cat section, Tommy said, "Yep.  Smells like a trailer park."

Note to self:  Never EVER under any circumstances wear brand new shoes (doesn't matter how cute they are) when you know darn well you're going to be walking a bazillion miles.  I think I had 3 band-aids on each foot.  Oh, the price we women pay to look cute.

The Natural History Museum

While on a tour at the Capital, we got a special little treat.  Yes folks, that "Mr. Benjamin Button" himself.  Brad Pitt was on his way to meet with Nancy Pelosi.  It really doesn't get much better than that.  Tommy couldn't understand what all the big fuss was about him.  I said, "Hun, he is the equivalent to Angelina Jolie walking right past you."  I have never seen so many little "Monica Lewinsky" interns line up to catch a glimpse of him. 

So we decided to walk to the White House and as we were heading toward the crosswalk, seriously, out of nowhere, all these policemen came and closed all the streets around us.  It was a little crazy.  They were yelling at everyone to "STAY ON THE SIDEWALK!" Hands on guns and all.  

**Now, just as a side note, when we first arrived, our driver told us that we just might see the President's motorcade at some point in our trip.  He said the only way we would be able to tell it was the President, was if there is an ambulance following his limo.**

So, with that being said, sure enough, here comes the motorcade barreling down the street, and what do you know?  Mr. Obama himself passed right by us.  You could see him clear as day in his limo.  He even waved to us.  I have to admit it was pretty neat to see the President, I was waving like a crazed little school girl, even though the thought of him as our new President makes me cringe.  Apparently he was on his way to Parent-Teacher conference.  

*The President's limo was the one behind the cop.

The Washington Monument

I kind of liked this picture of the two of us, minus my double-chin.

The Lincoln Memorial.  Absolutely gorgeous.  From the top of the steps, you could see the Capital, The Jefferson Memorial, The Washington Monument, the War Memorial.  It was breathtaking.  You know when you see something on t.v. and then you see it in person, for example, the Statue of Liberty, it's teeny tiny.  But the Lincoln Memorial was large and in charge.  I think that site was definitely our favorite.

Inside the White House gates.  Tommy's dad had a meeting in the West Wing, so we were able to go in with him.  Ivanka Trump was waiting outside the gate to get in as well.  I said 'hello to her and, like an idiot, got all nervous and called her Ivanna (her mother's name).  She was just as hot in person.  I was coveting her shoes.

The National Treasury.  I could sure put all this to very good use right about now.  Just think of all the shoes I could buy.

Our last stop, the National Zoo.

Kids Say The Darndest Things!

I just saw this on my friend's Facebook page.  Thought it would be fun to try on my kids.  I was so excited for them to get home from school today so I could ask them these questions, thinking they would give me some awesome answers.  Not quite.

1.  What is something Mom always says to you?

Tag:  "Clean your room."

Keagan:  "Take a bath."

2.  What makes Mom happy?

Tag:  "When I do a favor for you."

Keagan:  "When I don't make a mess."

3.  What makes Mom sad?

Tag:  "When me and Keagan doesn't listen to you."

Keagan:  "When I go to my friends' house instead of snuggling with you."

4.  How does your mom make you laugh?

Tag:  "When she tickles me."

Keagan:  "When she tells me funny stories."

5.  What was your mom like as a child?

Tag:  "Like a farmer girl, kind of."

Keagan:  "Funny."

6.  How old is your mom?

Tag:  "32."

Keagan:  "32."

7.  How tall is your mom?

Tag:  "5'7."

Keagan:  "100 inches."

8.  What is your mom's favorite thing to do?

Tag:  "Watch t.v."

Keagan:  "Go shopping."

9.  What does your mom do when you're not around?

Tag:  "Take care of Swayze."

Keagan:  "Pick up toys."

10.  If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

Tag:  "Singing and dancing."

Keagan:  "Cooking like Rachael Ray."

11.  What is your mom really good at?

Tag:  "Blogging."

Keagan:  "Buying shoes."

12.  What is your mom not very good at?

Tag:  "Waking up early."

Keagan:  "Folding the clothes."

13.  What does your mom do for a job?

Tag:  "Be's a mom."

Keagan:  "Take care of the kids."

14.  What is your mom's favorite food?

Tag:  "Candy."

Keagan:  "Diet Coke."

15.  What makes you proud of your mom?

Tag:  "How you take care of us well."

Keagan:  "When she doesn't buy too much stuff and spends her own money."

16.  If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Tag:  "Spongebob."  (apparently I sing, talk and dance just like him, minus the short-shorts)

Keagan:  "Sandy from Spongebob."

** I swear they weren't even in the same room when I asked this question!!  What the ?

17.  What do you and your mom do together?

Tag:  "Watch the Suns' game."

Keagan:  "Cook together."

18.  How are you and your mom the same?

Tag:  "We both like basketball."

Keagan:  "We're both kinda like pigs cause we eat a lot."

19.  How are you and your mom different?

Tag:  "You're tall and I'm short."

Keagan:  "Because you don't play with friends that much and I do."

20.  How do you know your mom loves you?

Tag:  "Because she always says it."

Keagan:  "She kisses  me."

21.  What does your mom like most about your dad?

Tag:  "How he loves you."

Keagan:  "He's handsome."

22.  Where is your mom's favorite place to go?

Tag:  "Pizzeria Bianco"

Keagan:  "Ghengis Grill"

So Embarrassed...

Let me just start by saying, be ever so careful when you take pictures with your cell phone.  You never know who might see them.  With that being said... this morning, when the cleaning ladies were over, I overheard Swayze showing Edila some pictures.  I had just assumed she was showing her the pictures on the wall.  Next thing I know, I hear Swayze say, "Wook Edila, that'th my dad!"  And then I hear a roar of laughter, so I came out into the hall to see which picture she was talking about.  Edila then handed my my phone.  Oh. My. Goodness.  I knew exactly which picture she had seen.  A few months ago, I was walking past the bathroom and my Tommy was doing his "biz-nass," pants around his ankles, talking on his cell phone and on his COMPUTER.  I couldn't resist, so I snapped his picture.  He quickly threatened me with my life if I ever put it on the blog.  I have been oh so tempted a few times to post it, i.e. remember him taking me to the top of "Mount Everest" last weekend in Utah?  Tempting my darlings.  Very tempting.

Anyhoo, I made Edila pinky swear promise me that she wouldn't tell Tommy she had seen the picture.  Meanwhile, 2 hours later, as I'm sitting here typing, I can still hear her cackling around the house.  I'm so wishing now that I had paid better attention in Mrs. Lindgren's Spanish class instead of getting my flirt on with David Viveiros.  Or maybe not.  Maybe it's better I don't know what they're saying.  Ugh.