Doing it their way...

Chay and Blade both have the knack for doing things their way.

Chay went to his school's Halloween Carnival with friends this evening and came home very excited. He told me he had won a hula hoop contest and won a little monkey stuffed animal. THEN he told me that he had won the Grande prize hula hoop contest and showed me his prize, a battery operated chicken that when you squeeze it's wing, it dances to the chicken dance song! Who knew that Chay had a talent of hula hooping? I know that I didn't. Chay's friends were cheering him on and when the hula hoop started dropping to his hips they would be "ohhhing" but then when he would recover they would throw their arms in the air and yell "yeah"! He now feels we need to get a hula hoop and the BIG ones are better than the SMALLER ones...he knows.

The first time I ever heard of and had seen the Chicken Dance was at my cousin Janet's wedding reception, and now whenever I hear that song, I think of that time. Janet also had a great punch at her reception and our table had refills of it. One memorable moment was when I had finished my glass of punch and wanted more, so when Doug excused himself to go to the restroom, my immediate thought was, "hey, he going by the punch table", and as he stood to leave the table, I held my glass out to him and asked "Will you fill this please?" Okay, without all the "filler" words, if you were there it would have gone like this:
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Will you fill this please?"

Trust me, it was hilarious at the time, and no, the punch was NOT spiked!

WARNING! KEEP NEXT IMAGE AT ORIGINAL SIZE!

After Blade was put to bed, he decided that he wanted something to eat (and he's at the age where he is very independent). I walked around the corner and was surprised to see that he had done his own problem solving and had moved the garbage can so that he could reach the Symphony chocolate bar that he could see in the drawer. (Now, if I had waited to answer the questions Angie tagged me with, I would have a different answer to 'when was the last time you laughed'.) I have seen him use the garbage can so that he can do the dishes but this was a first for the fridge. (I don't know exactly what is in my fridge so that's why the warning)

And if you have already read my previous post, you may be wondering why I haven't blog about our car "exchange". It's because it's a very recent thing and my internet was down AND I haven't had the opportunity to take a picture of it yet. And now it is in the shop again to get the fuel filter checked. It's a used Jag (of course) and the previous owner is older and has been unable to drive it for over a year and so his son was selling it. Since it had sat for so long it needed some tuning up. Dave drove it to work and it worked great on the freeway but when he got into the City, had to pick Chay up from soccer, and hit every red light, the car sputtered and died each time and took multiple attempts to start again. In the words of Chay "that was the most terrifying ride of my life..." (and if you know the steep hill on 13th S, that red light was not an answer to a prayer...)

And Erika, I don't know what story your Dad has been telling you but I can honestly say that I did not bend your Dad's toes back at any time in my life. Now, I'm wondering about the other stories he is and will be telling...
If truth be told, this is what really occurred. When we lived in the trailer, your dad and his friend would chase me down the hall and I would run into Grandma's and Grandpa's bedroom and jump on their bed as I ran and tried to get away from them. Of course there wasn't any where to go and so they would catch me, grab my toes and bend them back. I don't recall it causing pain but my reaction to having my toes bend back towards my face was laughter, but who would really know because your Dad's and Barton's laugher drowned me out. And so sporatically, they would want "entertainment" and this ritual would occur. To this day, your Dad's response is "you liked it..."
I know, some of you are bending your toes back right now aren't you? It doesn't really hurt does it? (I guess it depends on how aggressively you're do it though....).
That's MY story and I'm sticking to it...