My Obsession.

These are delicious. Period. I don't think there is much more to say.

Beat it.

Picture this. Zach rocking out on the WII playing the guitar to Michael Jackson's Beat it. Sam on vocals. The song goes, "showin how FUNKY and strong is your fight...it doesn't matter who's wrong or right, just Beat it."

Not in our house.

Sam is singing at the top of his lungs, "showin how FUCKIN wrong is your right."

I keep telling him he is wrong. He just doesn't believe me.

I believe I can fly.

So Chris, Sam and I were watching American Idol tonight and the young kid was singing "I believe I can fly" by R. Kelly.

Chris says "not good huh Sam. Not good"

Sam, who by the way is hysterical, says, "He's lying huh dad. He's lying. He can't fly. Only birds can fly. LIke eagles. Not people."

I wish I had his face recorded or something because the kid is just funny. Then like 2 minutes later, somehow he bit Chris's armpit. Not really sure how but he did.

My Crockpot.

BEHOLD!!

The handle on the lid to my Crockpot broke off last night. It brought a tear to my eye. Not really but almost. My heart really did drop a little. Chris bought me the beloved Crock for Christmas 3 years ago and now I don't think I can live without. I went online and was going to order another lid but there wasn't one for sale on the Rival Crockpot web site. First thing this morning I called the 800 number and the nicest man named Keith answered my call. He at first told me that the model of Crockpot I have is obsolete so I was unable to order a replacement lid. Sad for me. Then my new friend Keith made my day. He was sending me a NEW one totally free of charge to me. An upgraded model. The Smart Crockpot. I am so excited. It should arrive in 7 to 10 days. I can't wait.

I need some excitement in my life.

Boogers and Cologne.

Every night I tuck the boys in bed and give kisses goodnight. Tonight was no different. As I leaned over to kiss Sam, on the wall right by the window that is next to Sam's bed was......a booger. A big fat nasty dried up booger. Disgusting. That child sometimes kills me. I give him a quick talking to about how we do not wipe boogers on the wall and the whole time the kid has this little stinky grin on his face. Then as I lean over to kiss him I almost choked because right after his shower, he doused himself with Chris's cologne. ALOT of cologne.

That kid is crazy.

Boxes.

What is it about boxes that kids love? At birthdays and Christmas time those are the items that get played with the most. My boys are 5 and 8 and they still love them. This sleeping bag box was the highlight of the week around here. I just don't get it. But then again, it's been a LONG time since I fit in a box.

My Baby.

My Baby no more. I know I am late in doing this but I took Sam's training wheels off today. One push and he was gone. He is so dang cute on his little bike. He was all over this afternoon. His face was so adorable as we stood and cheered him on. Chris and I were beaming. This was definitely my amazing moment today.