I was mistaken

Elle does not have one new tooth. She has three. The one on the bottom and two more on the top. Here's the strange thing. They're not the front teeth, they're the one's that are next to where the front ones should be. Have you every heard of such a strange thing? My baby is a freak!

BamBam and Pebbles

Today Joseph had his first day of t-ball and soccer. I'm going to switch him out of t-ball and into bambam ball tomorrow. He'll fit in better there because the kids are younger and they work on more basic skills. Like not throwing your glove when you throw the ball. Which it seems is something Joseph needs practice at. He liked it a lot though so it was fun to watch him.

In soccer he is the smallest of all the kids and has the least experience. The group is really for kids 6-10 but I was allowed to sign him up for it since he'll turn 6 soon. There is no younger group for soccer otherwise I might have considered moving him into that. He really worked hard though. He ran and ran and ran the whole time. He was right in there with the bigger kids trying his hardest to get the ball. As he told the coach when he got to practice "I might be small but I'm quick!"

Elle tried to eat a pebble as we were watching Joseph practice today. When I fished it out of her mouth I discovered that she's got a third tooth. It's on the bottom, right next to her other 2. Silly girl hasn't even gotten her top ones in yet.

Happy Father's Day!

Blogger wasn't working for me yesterday so I didn't get to post this when I wanted to. Anyway, it's lame compared to what Ben said.

Happy Father's day to Jesse and my own wonderful dad. Both of you have children who are very lucky to have you as their father.

This weekend was busy! We spent all day at the Mall of America with Judy yesterday and Joseph just about ran us ragged. The kid has so much energy! Today we went to my parents house to grill kabobs. Or "kabobbys" as Joseph called them. I ate way too many as always. The trick though is to pass your empty sticks to other people so it look like they were the ones to eat so many.

As a Father's Day present to me Elle has started saying "Mama". So cute! It brought tears to my eyes to hear it. She really just learned how to make the "mmmmmm" sound so it takes a lot of working at it to get it out but it's just about the sweetest little sound you've ever heard.

In the weeds

We got a notice from the City Weed Inspector yesterday. Yes, apparently it's a real job. He told us that we had weeds over 8 inches long in our yard and if we didn't cut them then he would and we would be charged for the time. This has pissed me of for 3 reasons.

1) This notice was issued the day after Jesse cut the grass. The only weeds we can think of that might have been that long are either a few growing against the house (because Jesse had not yet used the weedeater) or in the strip between the road and the sidewalk. There is no grass in that strip, just weeds. It's not our fault, there used to be grass there and then they tore it all up when they redid the gutters along the street. Then they put in this shitty sod about 2 weeks before the first snow. All the grass died and there's nothing but weeds there. If you walk around my neighborhood everyone has the same thing. Big patches of dead grass with nothing but weeds that grow at 10 times the rate of the rest of the grass. Even the crazy lawn guy across the street has it.

2) The house across the street from us has been empty for about a year now and it's sidewalks were never shoveled in the winter and it's grass has not been cut in monhts. Why isn't some city bigwig making sure that yard is taken care of? We may not have the best landscaped lawn in the world but at least the grass is cut on a regular basis.

3) The house across the alley from us has 2 jumked cars sitting it the yard. This is somehow ok. It's ok to have gaint hunks of rusting metal in your yard as long as you keep the weeds around them cut to less than 8 inches.

Maybe the City Weed Inspector could use his power for good. Maybe he could do some undercover work to find out who it is that's allowing their dog to crap on our sidewalk on a nearly daily basis. As of yet I've been unable to figure it out and I would really appreciate some help in the matter. Maybe if he figured it out he could even wack the offender with his 8 inch ruler. That would make me feel better.

Kiddie Parade

Here are some pictures from the Kiddie Parade the kids were in recently.

That's us before the parade.


Here's us during the parade. Note the look of pain on my face. I think it was from lugging 22 pounds of hula dancer around. Or maybe I was just reminding Joseph to wave.


Here's a shot of Hawaiin Joseph.


And here's one of Hawaiin Elle.

How cute are we?

What did you say?

Joseph and I were sitting around eating dinner tonight when out of the blue he turned to me and said "I'm attracted to dogs."

I nearly died choking on my laughter. I asked him what he said. He looked as confused as could be and said "Why are you laughing? I just said I'm attracted to dogs!"

Ok, this time I couldn't hold back the laughter. Once I calmed down I asked him why he would say such a thing. His answer was "Well, when I'm around them my nose runs and my eyes get itchy. I think I'm attracted to them."

So yeah, he meant "allergic". "Attracted" was funnier though.

Joseph and I played outside for about an hour today, mostly chasing each other around and spraying each other with the hose. At one point he was running after me trying to spray me and he yelled "Come back here Mommy! I just want to tell you how much you inspire me!" Cute!

Too anal retentive for Play-doh

Joseph is in the kitchen playing very nicely with Play-doh. I'm sitting here quietly stressing out because he's mixing the colors up. He's happily chattering away making blue and orange and green creations and it's taking everything I have not to go over there and demand that he seperate all the colors RIGHT NOW!

Summer news

It's going to be a busy summer for Joseph. On Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays he'll be playing t-ball and soccer. On Thursdays he'll do arts and crafts and then bowling. Plus, he's got a total of an hour and a half of therapy a week (and we may be adding more before the summer is out), plus, the library has a summer reading program he wants to take part in, plus we'll be trying to fit in visits to the pool and park. He has a goal to try to go all the way under this big spraying thingy (it's technical name) at the pool before summer is over. He's got a log going on.

In other news, Diet Dr Pepper continues to taste like hot buttered ass.