Drunk Pin the Tail on the Donkey

I was watching the GA/Auburn game (sorry Ash!) this afternoon when I saw the most random commercial. It was for a "Sedan Service" here in Nashville. It showed this couple out to dinner and then out for drinks and then showed them driving by (in the sedan service) a man getting pulled over for an apparent DUI. Then it talks about having a sober drive yadi, yadi, yada. But then it flashes up all the events that the service is good for - "Special Nights Out", "Weddings" and then "Children's Birthday Parties." Really? Are there enough people getting wasted at kid's birthday parties out there that they need a car service to take their drunk asses home? Apparently my children are not being invited to the right parties.

Fall Adventures

The kids and I spent this afternoon hiking through the woods behind our house and through our neighborhood collecting beautiful fall leaves. We then came home and warmed ourselves up with hot apple cider and animal crackers. I have no idea what to do with all these leaves now so if anyone who is remotely crafty out there has any ideas please let me know!!

Anyone got a bar of soap?

There are many things I thought/hoped my son would be: the smart one, the funny one, the kind one. He has other ideas and now has become - the kid with the foul mouth.

As you may recall a couple of blogs ago - we took Greyson to a hockey game where he learned how to cheer "You Suck." He said it once or twice since then but forgot about it, or so I thought. Well today as the whole class sang Happy Birthday to Mr. Shaune his teacher, Greyson ended the song with a rousing "Mr. Shaune You Suck!" Then this afternoon as I was talking to his teachers and learned that Mr. Shaune was going to the Vandy football game this weekend I had Greyson cheering "Go Dores" just as another mother and her son walked by. Well Greyson kindly informed Finn's Mom that when you go to a football game you say "Go Dores" and when you go to a hockey game you say "You Suck." I tried to correct him and say something like "Greyson you are suppose to say "You Duck" but to no avail. He corrected me and said "No Mommy it is you suck." Oy vey.

Isn't it ironic (don't you think)

My mother got the kids their own monogrammed suitcases for Christmas and they arrived today. (I know she shops insanely early.) The UPS man arrived right before I left to pick up Greyson from school and I forgot to hide them when I got back. They found the non-descript boxes this afternoon and guess what they pretended they were - you guessed it, suitcases. We pushed them all around the house as they went in the car and on a plane. There is no way they could have known what was inside. Perhaps my children have ESP???

Quinn's Secret

I was getting dressed, (with Quinn's help of course) when she scurried into the bathroom and came out with wearing this....
She called it her bra and insisted on wearing it around all morning. Growing up way too fast....

The Rapping Granny

OK, I realize that this week I have had diarrhea of the blog but I just couldn't resist one more.

According to our wonderful local newspaper, the Nolensville Dispatch, we have a national celebrity in our midst. Olivia Haley has just been crowned Ms. Senior America after a national competition in Atlantic City. Ms. Haley's talent was rapping (I couldn't make this up if I tried people). She rapped an original composition titled "Granny Loves Ya." She will be touring the US over the next year educating America on senior's issues so she may come to a town near you.

Do you think Ms. Senior America has a swimsuit competion????

It's the little things....

Ever since Quinn was old enough to roll over and move in bed she has slept like this - up in the corner of her bed with her hand through the rail. I don't know why, but to me, this is one of the most endearing things she does. I know that someday when we get her a big girl bed she won't be able to do this anymore so I thought I would capture the moment for posterity.