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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Boys and their toys
I have so much to post about from this past weekend that I don’t even know where to start. Considering the fact that I forgot to bring my camera to work to down load the pictures I guess I will start in the middle of the weekend.
I am not sure how much I have told you how much I LOVE my baby brother. #8 is the most considerate little brother I have. To be honest…he ranks up as the COOLEST uncle in my boys eyes as well. This weekend he clinched the rank as the COOLEST EVAH!
Sunday was my baby brother’s 32nd birthday and instead of us getting him a present, he got us a present.
While sitting at my in law’s on Sunday afternoon, my cell phone started buzzing that I had a text message. “if I drop something off at camp where can I put it that it wont get stolen?”
So my first reaction would be most people’s reaction…”WTH are you dropping off?”
“bigger or smaller than a 10 speed?”
“smaller but heavier”
“Underneath the porch, on the other side of the camp the door is up, we just pulled the canoes. Heavier?”
“This bike takes gas and the boys will need proper helmets”
“yup, I bought myself a present but have no where to ride it in the city, so your boys will need to take care of it for me while I am not able to”
Surprisingly enough, when I told my boys of this back and forth with Uncle 8, they knew exactly what they needed. Even more surprising, my FIL had two helmets and face masks in his basement for the boys to have. Jelly knew that Dad’s boots were at the house and knew exactly where they were. Jelly can’t find his iPod most days if it were flashing sparkly gems in his face, but knew where the boots were.
We arrived at camp a few hours later; the boys could not wait to check out the new toy. The neighbors were not too happy about the new toy…but I could give a shit on that one. That is a story for another time.
Peanut waiting his turn.
Jelly on the bike and Butter on his.
Peanut needed some lessons first. Dad would not allow CRASH to get on until he knew what he was doing. Peanut has a tendency to end up in an emergency room before anyone else, so lessons are key.
I am a spoiled, but not rotten, mother of three boys and wife to the greatest guy ever. I work for a great company and do enjoy my job. I get to talk on the phone all day and look at the internet. Who can ask for more?