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{un}bloggable moments - Take two!

Apr 242010

I almost gave up on you.

Yes, you… faithful blog reader.

All this interest in posting stories that you can’t post on your on blog and then…

8 comments.

And one was mine.

I almost scrapped the idea… and then I had a few people ask about it.

So, let’s do this again… Mmk?

And I want your stories!

They don’t have to be HILARIOUS

or AMAZING

or CRAZY.

They just have to be {un}bloggable.

I’m giving you a place to get it out.

Put it on “paper.”

And know that you’re not alone when you can’t blog about everything that happens to you.

To start?

I’m telling you my moment.

Yes, here.

Not in the comments.

Not anonymously.

—

The other day I was putting sunscreen on Jack.

I was wearing a bathing suit and a cover up.

I was bending down (because he’s short).

And I see his eyes traveling.

So I pulled my cover up as high as it would go and pretended nothing happened.

And do you know what he said?

Of course you don’t.

We never know what he’ll say.

He said,

Mom, I already know what they look like.

Because sometimes I take that submarine thing. You know, the periscope?

And I spy on you!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

—

Ahem.

So, here are the directions (if you need them):

1. You may or may not want to leave your name. If you do, just comment and us your story. I say story loosely. I have a feeling that some of you didn’t comment last time because you didn’t think your stories were worthy.

2. If you choose to comment anonymously, follow this:

Name: {make up a name. use mine. or your mother’s. or my mother’s!}

E-mail: leave your e-mail if you want me to reply to your comment.

don’t leave your e-mail if you don’t want me to reply to your comment.

Blog address: If you leave an address, people will click onto your blog, which will make you {un}anonymous.

3. If this stresses you out, e-mail me your comment. I’ll post it for you.

4. If you have ANY questions, e-mail me.

Oh, and I was kidding about giving up on you :)

Ready?

Set?

GO!

What I Learned This Week: Appliance Edition

Apr 122010

I learned that little boys will do anything to put off doing chores.

Where's Mom? (29 of 52)

Apr 082010

Last night, we found out that Michael lost his retainer.

Well, not his retainer, but his NTI appliance. It’s just easier to say retainer.

Jack knocked Michael’s retainer case off of the counter while he was washing his hands.

Jack saw the retainer fall out of the case.

Jack said he heard a “scratching noise” when he closed the bathroom door

(caused by “Michael’s retainer scratching on the door when I closed it”).

Ahem.

Did I mention that at the time, Michael and Jack were playing with these:

and that an NTI appliance looks like this:

Yes, ladies and gentlemen… It’s clear.

And approximately the size of a Lego.

Michael “looked” for it.

Jack “looked” for it.

Dad even “looked” for it with a flashlight.

Then Mom looked for it.

Because Moms rock like that.

Wordless Wednesday - Stuck

Mar 102010

Ahula!

Mar 072010

We’ll be leaving soon for our trip…

My bags are {almost} packed…

My house is tidied for the wonderful and amazing friend who is housesitting…

We have suitcases full of sunscreen, snorkels, and underwater cameras…

And a surprise helicopter tour planned for the boys.

We have people to see, and memories to make.

This afternoon Jack walked into the den and said:

Hey Mom and Dad…

Ahula! We’re going to Hawaii!

Attack! Attack!

Mar 042010

Though I had some reservations about letting him go, Jack went on a field trip today with his preschool.

He went to an ostrich ranch.

Yes, those do exist.

Ask Kellie. She has been there.

This is how he came back to me this afternoon:

And this is his story:

Mom, something very dangerous happened to me today.

What?

I was petting an ostrich and it bit me. Hard.

WHAT? WHERE?

Right here.

It was bleeding all the way down my arm.

Really? All the way down?

Yup. It was dripping off of my – what’s this called? Oh yeah, my elbow. But I didn’t need a band aid.

What’s all over your shirt?

(Looks down) Oh, that’s strawberries. They were juicy.

Wow. It looks like blood.

(Big smile) Yeah, it does.

When we first got to the farm, the man showed us how to pet the ostriches. He said “Do you want to know how to pet an ostrich? Hold its neck, and pet the side of it’s head.”

Oh wow. Really? (Because that obviously didn’t work so well for you.)

{Let’s ignore the waffles that we had for dinner, ok?}

Then he said “Do you want to know how to kiss an ostrich?” and then HE KISSED IT!! EWWWWW!!

And then we petted these parrots. And they didn’t bite us.

Then we petted the ostriches. And the one ostrich, he looked at me like this:

And I gave him some food, then he bit me like this:

and that’s when I started bleeding all over.

But not really all over, right?

Yeah. Then I got to ride a goat. And I fed the goat after I rode it. Like this.

The we went to Mt. Lemmon and we saw a cave, and there was a bear in the cave.

Jack, Mt. Lemmon is on the other side of town from where you were.

But I was there, Mom.

Ok, dear.

Then our teachers gave us b.b. guns and we shot at the bears. And they ran away…

Jack, I think you’re lying a little bit.

Yup, I am.

Ok. Can you tell me the truth about your field trip?

Well, what if I grabbed the ostriches neck after he bit me? Like this:

Wow. I’m glad you didn’t do that.

Yeah.

I had so much fun on my field trip.

I want to go again tomorrow.

Surprise, Surprise...

Feb 172010

I found this in the freezer today.

I decided to let it sit on the counter and defrost.

It looked like a cup full of frozen water to me.

It sat and it sat.

Then it defrosted enough that I could dump it out.

I had a feeling that it wasn’t just a cup of frozen water.

Because – you know Jack?

Yeah, he lives here.

And when Jack’s in the house, nothing is what it seems.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen.

He froze rocks inside a cup of water.

Here’s to our future Geologist.

Why I go to bed at 8:00

Feb 082010

If you were a fly on the wall at my house this weekend, you surely may or may not have heard these quotes…

From Michael:

Mom, can I play PSP?

Jack’s bugging me.

I’m full. Do I have to finish my breakfast/lunch/dinner?

Can I play PSP?

I’m hungry. Can I have a cookie?

Jack’s bothering me!

Mom, can I play PSP?

From Jack:

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom?

Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad?

Michael, what are you doing?

Graciiiiiieeeeee…. (dog #1)

Rileeeeeyyyyyy… (dog #2)

Can I have a lollipop?

Michael, can I play?

Can I play with Molly?

Michael… I want to come in!

Dogs… want a treat?

From Mom:

Jack. Stop. bothering. the. dogs.

Jack, if you don’t leave the dogs alone, we’re going to give them away.

Michael, no. You have played enough video games this weekend.

Jack, if you touch her collar one more time, you’re going to your room.

Jack, go to your room. And stop smiling.

No, it’s not ok to say that word.

I don’t know why God lets your mouth say it, but it’s not appropriate to say.

Michael, if you don’t eat real food, I’m never going to let you have sweets.

Of course you’re hungry at 4:30. You didn’t eat lunch. You’ll have to wait.

Jack, get the handcuffs off the dog.

Yes, I know she can still walk. I don’t care. Get them off her.

Don’t say that during dinner. It’s not appropriate to say at the table.

Michael, how can you not be hungry? You were starving an hour ago.

NO! You can’t have dessert! You didn’t eat dinner!

No, Jack. No lollipops. Because you’re not behaving today and you don’t need more sugar.

Yes, you have to go to bed right after your bath.

Because Mommy is tired.

No you can’t stay up with Daddy. He’s tired, too.

No, you can’t stay up by yourself.

Because I said so.

Goodnight.

I love you too.

I love you too. I already told you that.

Yes, I already tucked you in.

Michael, did you just call me from across the house to ask if I would turn your fan on?

Good. Night. Boys.

{waits 10 minutes}

Love you too.

From the backseat...

Feb 022010

Jack: Mom, can we stop and get some orange juice?

Mom: Yup. We still have some apple juice, though. But if you would rather have orange juice, we can stop and get some.

Jack: But can we take the apple juice back? Like, return it?

Mom: No, we can’t return the apple juice. It’s almost gone.

Jack: I know, but can we, like, return it? Like at Target, when we return something that we want to return.

Mom: No, Jack. The apple juice is half gone.

Jack: I know. But like, can’t we, like, give it back to the store?

Mom: No, Jack. We can’t. You can’t return food.

Jack: No, Mom. Not food. Apple juice.

Mom: Yes, Jack, I know what you’re talking about. Apple juice is food. It’s under the category of food.

Jack: No, Mom. Not like apples. Apple juice. It’s a drink. Can you return it?

Mom: I know what you’re talking about. Fruit, veggies, drinks, and cereal… stuff like that is food. Dogs, cats, zebras, and elephants are under the category of animals. Get it?

Jack: Yeah, but can we return the apple juice?

Mom: No, honey. We can’t.

Jack: Well, anyway, can I have a piece of gum?

*Yes, I know that it’s possible to return food. But I just wasn’t going there with him at that moment.*

My First Giveaway!

Jan 262010

Happy blogday bloggiversary (what are they called?) blog birthday to me!

One year of sharing funny stories, posting pictures, and meeting lots of new friends.

One year ago when my friend Suzanne mentioned how much she loves blogging, I thought “hmmm… I bet that would be fun to try.”

I had no idea.

I didn’t realize that I would “meet” new friends and strengthen family bonds.

I didn’t know about the amazing and supportive community that bloggers have.

Now I know.

Since it’s my day and all, I decided that we should do something fun. After talking to Darcie I decided to steal her idea and host a scavenger hunt giveaway!

The rules

1. Send me an e-mail with the answers to the following questions. The answers are in the linked posts. I’m sure you’ll become so interested in the posts that you’ll almost forget all about the contest you’re entering, so don’t forget to e-mail me!

becca AT Our Crazy Boys (dot) com

2. Leave me a comment. Any comment. Tell me about your favorite post, tell me if you’ve been here one or one hundred times, or just say hello.

3. Once you do these two things (assuming your answers are correct), you’re entered into the contest.

The prize

One reader will randomly be chosen to win a $50 gift card to… wherever you choose!

Me? I would probably choose Borders. Or Target. But that’s the fun part. YOU get to choose!

The fine print

I can only ship to U.S. addresses

I have to be able to purchase the gift card online. As much as I love each and every one of you, it’s probably not in my best interest to fly across the country to buy you a gift card for the teeny tiny coffee house that you frequent.

Ready… Set… Go!

1. Who in the world is Marilyn?

2. Give me one hamster rule.

3. Michael is quite the swimmer. Tell me what stroke broke my heart last year during his swim meet.

4. Tell me the one creature that you could handle finding in your house (yes, this is an opinion question. A freebie, if you will).

5. What did Steve and I drink a little too much of in Cancun last year?

I’ll pick a winner on Wednesday, February 3rd at 8 p.m. Arizona time.

Good luck!!

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