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Weekend Do-over, please!

After a crap-filled weekend (no pun intended) battling a stomach bug that passed from Kale, to Mack, to me and lightly grazing Keith...our Sunday was the closest day to normalcy. Man, that was a horrible 72 hours. Kale had projectile vomit Thursday night, while watching Toy Story, after mildly complaining that his tummy hurt that evening. Friday night, as Keith is unbuckling Mack from his car seat, Mack spews chunks all over himself and his carseat. ***Awaiting a Babies R Us coupon b/c I'd rather retire it. No matter how much Lysol and bleach you use on the straps and buckles- NOTHING removes that smell. And, we already know that from a lovely incident involving Keith and half a gallon of Jack one eventful night with his best friend. Oh, you remember...

Later that night, it's my turn. I just knew it. Sure enough. 3 a.m., I bolt outta bed plugging my mouth. Dude, I haven't thrown up voluntarily/sober since like...Jr. High. I did not like the anticipation, it just made it worse. Thankfully, Keith didn't get the full brunt of the ugliness. Amen, because he helped to take care of all of us. Dutifully cleaning vomit from the floor and carseat. Thanks, babe, you're a soldier.

Happier times...

Lollipops...a cure all.

doesn't he look like he just heard the funniest thing? It was Kale's asleep and

doesn't know I took his last Halloween lollipop.

Kale has been wanting a gumball machine for like 3 years now...all he had
to do was vomit all over the living room for his parents to feel sorry for him and buy one.

and, this guy? Same ol, same ol for him. Bully sticks and trying to steal

the kids stuffed animals.

Ha, ha, ha...who's the dork, now? **Normally, we wouldn't do this
to our dog, but he's recovering from ringworm and has bald patches.
No. I'm serious. This is so we can take him to a park and
people won't run the other way. Pitiful.

Ka-buns Unplugged

Magic 8 Ball : Our garage being converted into rehearsal space...HIGHLY LIKELY

"Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon, but we told him it's chest, not sex. He sings "Your chest is on fire". I don't know how long before he sings the right word. Bad?

the chorus cont'd...

On Call

I never posted about our experience at the Kings of Leon concert a couple of weeks ago. We had a good time as they were great to see live. Verizon Wireless Theater is a sucky place to see a band. It's a small venue, which should mean the performance will be intimate, but it's quite the opposite. Soon after walking into the place, there's a Verizon Wireless booth with phones and accessories. You know, in case, before the concert, you really wanted to see what the new Blackberry could do. Lame. And, some long haired pony-tail wearing guy won't give ya a little bit more rum when the damn thing tastes like nothing but watered down ice and Coke for $9 b/c the liquor is metered. Lame...(and no tip, jackass). Finding out that we got really good seats and the people around us were not drunk, college aged assclowns, but realizing after song #2 that there would be no standing or moving to the music in our aisle. So, we moved a couple of rows back where no one was sitting and stood the rest of the concert to dance and enjoy the music, like we were the only ones there. And, that's how concerts should really be anyway.

KD Sr. took some time off last week to recooperate from the crazy month he had before. The week was spent nursing Kale's cold and potty training Rocco. Tuesday morning we left to go get coffee and ended up at the Galleria hunting down Woody and Buzz from the movie "The Toy Story" at The Disney Store. Random. On Thursday, we went to the Butterfly Museum. Kale had his big bug book in tow and was excited about the museum. As I was unbuckling him from his car seat, I started increasing the anticipation by naming all the bugs we were going to see "a tarantula, a giant beetle, a centipede, madagascar cockroaches"...etc. So, I ask him "Kale, what bug do you want to see?" Wide eyed, he looks at me and says "a mosquito!". Son, skeeter citings are free.

Rocco is in the midst of puppy training. Luckily, he is a good student. Already, at 8 weeks, he has more manners than Mack. Poor guy got a painful lesson today, though. He relentlessly tries to play with Tatum and a couple of times a day Tatum will entertain him for about 10 min. After that, she's like "put a movie in kid and leave me the hell alone". Well, he doesn't really know what that means. We're not sure how it happened, but after the 234,500th pounce, Tatum let him have it. And, this isn't the first time, but she really bit him hard. Now he has a little cut under his eye and scrape on his eyebrow. We felt bad for the poor guy. Not to worry, he's whining because he can't sleep in the same crate with her. Boys can't get enough of bitches.

7 weeks

We're already taking some heat for this guy, but that's expected. And, it's okay, we're up to the challenge. We considered many dogs the past 6 months before ultimately choosing this guy. From Basset Hounds to German Shepherds. It's tough being misunderstood. We're used to being the underdogs, afterall, we are Aggies.

Halloweenies

The kids trick-or-treated, you know actually going door to door, for the first time last night. And, now...we will never have another Halloween without this ritual taking place. They loved it. They were relentless. Banging on those doors, ringing those doorbells and peeking through the shades until a living person with sweet goodies came out. We were all supposed to be superheroes, because I like themes. But, Keith and I felt like such complete idiots dressed up as Wolverine and Wonder Woman that I did a last minute dash to Target on Thursday. Bless that store.

Usually I put a lot of umph into the kids costumes... not this year. Kale wanted to be Iron Man and Mack was Batman (the same costume from Kale's 1st Halloween). I went as a zombie French Maid and Keith was a psychotic Dr. (Dr. Youngblood). I didn't know how to really pull that look off, so I bought a multi-use make-up kit and threw everything on. I was proud.

...and, oh yeah, Keith bought a dog.

Meet Rocco.