For some reason the first two images turned this way no matter what I do, so just turn your screen sideways to view them.
I was given two kits for Father's Day to make these stepping stones. The top one is the one I made with T (as you can see it cracked after being dropped). We are going to make a new one since we still have plenty of stuff left over, we just need to get a tiny bit more concrete mix. The top part has his name, and so I cropped the picture.
Here is A's stepping stone. This picture has been cropped at the bottom since it has her name as well.
Anyone who read my past entry entitled "Co-Conspirators" would easily be able to recognize the significance of this plate, the reason there are two forks, etc. This time I did not catch them in the act, they came and bragged to me about what they had done. "Dad, guess what we did!" They are so funny.
This is a picture of two small Pound Puppies (we also have some of the regular size ones). One is easily 20 years old (left) and one is brand new (right). One was mine when I was little and one Grandma bought for A today. She has always loved Pound Puppies and is so excited to have her own. She asked me to take a picture of them together.
To the well trained eye, it looks as though T had taken a marker or stamp to his face. In reality, all it takes is a hand stamp at the gate of a Demolition Derby, and then a few hours of sleeping on said hand. It took me a while to figure out what on earth he had gotten on his face when he woke up Sunday morning. I thought it was funny.Not much has happened today, so I don't have much to write about. We went to the park today and we did our normal Monday chores. We also ran some miscellaneous errands. I have needed glasses for about the last 3 or 4 years, so I decided to pick some out today. They should be here in 7-9 days. I am thinking I will get contacts in the near future, because things like having prescription sunglasses and switching between glasses often, sounds not only expensive, but somewhat annoying.
- No matter how many times I think T has been told, whenever he feels some one's muscle, he always grabs the sides of their elbow. It is the funniest thing. He is probably thinking that the muscle must not be anywhere else or no one would do that stupid motion of bringing up their arm and bending it. He also LOVES to wrestle with me. He is full of comments like "oh, yeah" and "you're going down," and he never gives up. He wiggles his way out of any reasonable position if you give him long enough.
- Today we started wrestling and I had him pinned. He said, "oh, boy you're asking for it now, the fun has just begun!" He says all this with what I can only describe as his tough guy voice. It is so funny, he seems to talk the most trash when he is in the more defeated positions. I love to wrestle with my little buddy and often engage in the fun light-hearted trash talking.
