Tagged!

I just had to add this picture because Keith looks like he's having so much fun, and it reminds me that there is always a part of us that never grows up.

It's been a while since I've been tagged by Rachel, but I'm finally getting around to doing this. It looked fun, and got me thinking.

Here are the rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you. 

2. Post the rules on your blog.

3. Write six random things about yourself.

4. Tax six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.

5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

Myself #1 My favorite things used to be swinging, laying on the grass watching clouds, eating ice cream and daydreaming. Now swinging makes me sick. I don't like to lay on the grass anymore so I watch clouds from sitting down. I can only eat ice cream if I have bundled up enough to keep warm. And daydreaming....who has the time?

Myself #2 My new favorite things are: Visiting with Keith, or as he would say, talking to Keith (nothing makes me feel better than to be able to visit with him). Reading stories and playing games with my boys. Going to the mountain with Keith and the boys and taking pictures of the beauty around us. Family movie night where we get in pj's and stay up late watching a movie and eating candy and popcorn. Powerful computers that never have problems and do anything I want them to (courtesy of the geek I married). 

Myself #3 I enjoy doing handwork (embroidery, quilting, crocheting....) in my spare time, when there is some.

Myself #4 I like to bake, and I like learning to cook new things. My favorite show is "Good Eats" on the Food Network. 

Myself #4 Some of my favorite times are when we can spend time with our families. We have good relationships with both of our families and love the time we get together and the friendships we have. 

Myself #5 I became addicted to Lego Star Wars I and II on the computer with the boys at Christmas time. It was great for me because the boys each wanted to play a level with me--so I got to play ALOT! Thankfully I got pregnant and the morning sickness was so bad I had to take a break. I sure love that game.

Myself #6 I love watching and listening to the boys play and laugh together. It is so fun to have a little window into their minds and they have the best laughs. I love that they think they have the greatest dad ever, because they do. I love that they think I'm just a "lame mom" because I don't do fun stuff all the time. I love being at home and taking care of my family even though it is harder than going to work everyday. 

I'm suppose to tag people, but I think most of the people I keep in touch with (and I'm new to this) have been tagged already. So, if you see this and would like to do this on your blog, I'm inviting you. Also, those who haven't started a blog, but enjoy them, please consider yourself tagged and start a blog. 

Dumb Stuff!

Dumb is a word we've tried hard not to use at our house, I didn't want the kids calling each other dumb. It worked pretty well until July 4th last year when Matt was in the bathtub after a fishing trip. He was jumping up and down trying to get his little brother to laugh as I'm telling him to STOP jumping. Well, he slipped and ended up with stitches on his chin. Keith took him to the ER and explained that "when you do dumb stuff, dumb stuff happens." Matt has learned this, but hasn't changed his ways. I could go on and on about the dumb stuff that happens, but here are some recent ones.

Keith took the picture for posterity and Josh explained what happened. Matt had found some gum and was playing around with it, he asked Josh, "Should I put this on my eye?" Josh said, "I don't think that's a good idea." So, Matt put it on his eye. After being gooped up in peanut butter, I don't think he will be putting gum on himself again--hopefully. 

You may notice his nose in the picture, too. This is just another classic look for Matt. While scootering around at his cousin's, he took a tumble on the driveway and has had this mark for a while. He's been asked many times why he was trying to wipe his nose on the driveway, which he thinks is funny. He also loves to wear shorts, and ALWAYS seems to need bandaids for his knees. It seems to happen on Sundays while running around at his Grandma's house. One week while cleaning him up, he said through the tears "But I just love my shorts!" He tries to remember to change into pants before he goes now, because he knows he always falls--hard.

POCKET KNIVES. I've dreaded the day. After a while of good behavior, the boys earned pocket knives. They can only use the pocket knives when their dad is with them, and he keeps them hidden away...somewhere...glad I don't know where. Matt was an "expert" after the first lesson, so he thought. One day, Matt decided to cut an apple on his own, with a regular knife, because he's an expert. I walk in the kitchen to bright red blood dripping from his hand and an apple cut in half. I can't find a knife and he won't tell me what happened. Finally, amongst running water over his hand to find the cut, yelling at him about using a knife without permission and loosing his pocket knife use for a while, I find the knife he used carefully placed back in the drawer where he got it with a few drops of blood. Hum, at least he knew he did something wrong. Luckily no stitches were required, but he had a large bandage on his thumb for a few days which seemed to make him think twice about things he did. 

Matt told me later, "Mom, sometimes I do dumb stuff because I just want to see what happens." That explains a lot!