1. chocolate animal crackers... mmm. Like oreos without the artificial greasy grossness.
2. My big big baby N, she's 23 months old today! I picked six nice tomatoes yesterday and she decided it would be too fun to smoosh them under her feet.
3. My persistent husband.
4. Memories like the ones of my Daa taking us snorkeling on the weekends. For some reason I was thinking about that last night while falling asleep.
5. This funny incident:
The other day, after swimming, X and G were in the locker room changing. X (who is six) asks, "Uncle G, how come you have hair on your penis? I don't have hair on my penis." G, who is turning bright red in the locker room full of men, is frantically trying to think of what the "right" response is, when X exclaims,
"Wow Uncle G! You have a HUGE penis!! My penis is so small, why isn't my penis huge like yours?"
I could not stop laughing for about five minutes after G told me this story.
I deleted my MySpace account today, which I'm actually kind of happy about. I don't really use it all that much, mostly to keep up with a few people who are not on Xanga but whatever. I have a Facebook, which, although it confuses me, seems to have less stupid stuff on it than MySpace, or at least is easier to avoid.
Another X story:
One day we were eating dinner and G asks X what he wants to be when he grows up. First he says he wants to be a "cooker" so we talk about the differences between a chef and a cook and X figures out he means a chef because they have restaurants and restaurants have kids menus and crayons.
Continuing the conversation, G asks X what else he wants to be. X replies that he wants to be a superhero. G tells him superheroes are not real, they are make believe, then adds, "The only real superheros are Marines."
X thinks then replies, "Then I want to be a Marine."
G tells him that's a good idea. X is quiet, which means he's thinking some more. Then he asks,
"Do Marines have swords?"
I smile and say, "Well, actually they do."
X excitedly bounces in his chair and exclaims, "Cool! Then I DO want to be a Marine!!"
haha. We told him if he did good in school maybe we would take him to the Marine recruiting office to talk to some real Marines. I asked him if he remembered meeting some Marines when he was younger but as I expected, since he wasn't even three at the time, he said no. I reminded him of the time we went to Chattanooga to welcome back Mike Battery from Iraq but he looked at me like I was nuts. My longtime readers have seen the pictures so I won't bother reposting but I'll have to show X again one of these days.
Instead here are a couple pictures from those days of snorkeling on the north shore... I apologize for the poor quality. I think these were actually taken with a 110. Yes, I lived before digital photography. I don't even know how old I am here... I would guess 8 or 9.
@lilacthespian - Actually G was so embarrassed that he simply turned bright red and told X to stop talking! Later, in the car, he explained to X that it was against Guy Rules to talk about another guy's size, especially in the locker room! This seemed to be an acceptable thing for X, even though G never actually answered his original question. And my hubby has one more reason to be thankful we have a daughter and not a son!
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Too funny!! So what, pray tell, was Uncle G's answer to those very important questions?
A Top Gear fan in Tennessee eh?
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@lilacthespian - Actually G was so embarrassed that he simply turned bright red and told X to stop talking! Later, in the car, he explained to X that it was against Guy Rules to talk about another guy's size, especially in the locker room! This seemed to be an acceptable thing for X, even though G never actually answered his original question. And my hubby has one more reason to be thankful we have a daughter and not a son!
Too funny! Thanks for the update.