First off, i need to complain about all of you super-moms out there that manage to update your blog more than once every 4 months! I mean, REALLY! I have a hard enough time showering every 4 months and you all seem to make time to squish your lives into easy, breezy, (o.k., sometimes not beautiful) blogs! Are you really that cool that you can type at the same time as you nurse a mini-van hangover? Sigh. I shall try to follow your mighty examples and get my blog back on track! (Although, i DO have a decent excuse for a few months while our computer was dead. But we now have a new one that i haven't managed to kill yet, so we are 'all better' now.)
Things have been crazy as always around here. Aly and Kary are enjoying their dance classes and have been following Dancing With The Stars faithfully. Kary is hoping 'the cowboy' wins even though he forgets to wear his cowboy hat in every dance. That really upsets her and she stands as close as possible to the t.v. yelling 'hey! where his cowboy hat?' Which in turn makes Aly mad because Kary is in HER dancing space, so Aly 'accidentally' pulls a Tonya Harding and takes her out in a few graceful moves. By this time, the dance is over and we get to the girls' favorite part of the show, the judging. Aly will race to stand in front of me to get her critiques and scores, jumping up and down when i give her a '10'. On the rare occasion i give her less than a 10, she makes a sad face and gets a sudden injury. Ahh, the life of a pre-school drama queen!
Another fun game they have invented is being other people. Now, i'm not talking about the normal game of 'i'm Batman, you're Spiderman'. No, they play Sadie and Ike. (their good friends.) In this game, Aly is the cool 8yr.old Sadie, who does cartwheels and backflips instead of walking and Kary is the super-studly younger brother, Ike who cheers his sister on and randomly kicks a ball. (In our house, soccer balls are called Ike-soccer-ball. That's just how sportsy we are around here.) One day while Ike was over at our house, my sister asked what would happen if Aly and Kary played Sadie and Ike while Ike was there. I panicked the rest of the day and hid behind couches eavsdropping in hopes i could stop a knock-down drag-out fight over who got to be Ike. When they did start to play the Sadie & Ike game, Aly asked Ike who he wanted to be. Without even blinking, Ike said "a cat named Spice." Phew! Thank goodness for the randomness of that sweet boy! If only more wars could be won like that!
Ian is still happily arresting the bad guys and keeping our streets (and cowtrails) safe from the scum of the earth. He is also busy with being a Drill Sergeant for the Army Reserves. It is pretty much the same job, with different costumes. (i mean, uniforms. Manly men wear uniforms, not costumes, right?) Anyway, the jobs are very similar as he has to yell at naughty people and inflict pain as needed. As a matter of fact, that is pretty much what i do as a mom too.............
