Cutified...

This is me cutified!  I wish this picture was clear... there aren't too many I like of myself... but I like this one.

As I was getting dressed, he asked me for whom I was getting so cute for?
Who did he think?  Weird...  they do say it is the smart ones that can be really slow.
lol... All for you, my dear!

Trick or Treat...

Reasons To Not Skip Halloween

A boy needs to be his hero.

A boy needs to dress up or express himself.

A boy needs to live out his fantasy.

A boy needs to be a boy!

Not sure what the end result of Max's costume will be... but this is just a taste!

P in Poop!

I start this off with an audible sigh!

The day has been busy. 2:30 p.m. and we are off to pick up Sammy. We grab a snack to waste minutes till 4 p.m. when the older ones are dropped off at guitar. Tyler is down with the fever now. So he is skipping guitar and we are going to puttering around town till 5 p.m.

I went to Chapters... one of my favourite places... I love it there! It is minutes to 5 p.m. I have survived. We wait outside for Sammy and Jordan. It is 5:05 p.m. I realize that he is giving the boys an extra long lesson since Tyler is not there.

My head is pounding. The DVD in the van has quit working (for reasons only God knows). Josh has found Jordan's recorder. He is playing a happy tune. Only it is not making me happy. NOISE!!! Make it stop!

It's pizza for supper. I know, again. I really can't care about that now. My head is pounding. There is NOISE everywhere. I really hope that I don't have an aneurism.

Max is writing "poop" on the window that is fogging from all the talk.

Max ... "There is P(ee) in Poop."

Hysterical laughing. You know the kind, shoulders are shaking, tears are coming and Max is so impressed with himself.

Sammy... "Max, you should go as yourself for halloween!"

Max... "Yah, I know, I should."

I am smiling. They are so unique. Boys... the things that they laugh about.

It is 6:19 p.m. I won't lie. I am counting down. 7 p.m. and then they start to drop.

Then I am off to take Sammy to his 8:30 p.m. hockey practice.

Still wondering how I will manage Grey's tonight. I need my fix.

Life with Josh...

I am not sure I can write this to come across as to how funny it really was.

Josh had his ear drum repaired... as I have written already.

Sanj wanted to see how it was healing. He put Josh into the sound booth.

This is something he does how many times a day.

"Josh, I want you to repeat the word after I say it." Sanj instructs him.

Josh is busy touching things in booth. He is too comfortable.

Sanj... "Say ice cream..."

Josh... "Ice cream..."

Sanj... "Baseball..."

Josh... "What?"

Sanj... " Baseball..."

Josh... "What?:

At this point I am thinking... "Oh maybe he he has hearing loss."

Sanj... "Cowboy."

Josh... "What?"

Sanj... (visibly flustered) "Say cowboy..."

Josh... "OHHHHH Cowboy."

Sanj looks at me... "I have never had a patient like him."

The boys and I are laughing. Sanj kicks us out.

Josh is apparently within the normal hearing range.

As far as him being normal in other areas... hum... that is yet to be determined.

Yesterday I was sitting in my Archie Bunker chair, talking to Sanj and the phone. Josh is on my lap. All of a suddenly I scream in pain. I am not sure why I screamed... I look down and Josh was trying to see what would happen if he used the nail clippers on my knuckle.

Life with Josh... it is always an adventure.