Corn Maze with Cub Scouts

Saturday Snapshots (10/16) Plus…

(The force is strong in that^ little one)

I promise, I promise to update. It’s been a crazy week with the boys on Fall Break, plus I’ve been helping at my mom’s most days, and today I did major cleaning. Probably won’t update this weekend, but should next week. Plus, I got some awesome pictures from our last Cub Scouts outing to share. Have a great weekend readers, I’ll see you Monday.

:o)

What time is it?

(this was a conversation with Ryan from early this morning)

“Mommy! Look what time it is! It’s time to get up.”

“I can’t see what time it is Ryan, I’m not wearing my glasses. Why don’t you tell me what the clock says.”

“Um, it’s S, P, dot, dot, 1.”

“Huh? Ryan there aren’t letters on the clock.”

“Yes. Yes there is I see them.”

Using my superb powers of Ryan-logic reasoning I try to translate. So, S is obviously a 2 or 5, but since I know it’s not 2 or 5 in the morning I deduce he read it all backwards. The P is either a 9, 6, or 4, and the one is actually a 1 or 7 since those two still sometimes confuse him.

“OK Ryan, is the S pointing to our feet or our head?”

“Our heads.”

So that means the S is a 5.

“Is the P pointing to our feet or heads?”

“Our heads too.”

So that means the P is a 9 or 4.

“Is the P broken? Is it missing a line?”

“Yup, the top of its head is gone.

The P is a 4.

“Does the one have a head?”

“Yup.”

Thus the time is 7:45, it is indeed time to get up.

((oh and I know I’m seriously need to update some more – let me finish cleaning first lol))

The Ballad of the Dirty Socks

I’m a sock, a sock, a dirty ol’ sock.
I’m lost and I’ll never be found…
My boy, he did wear me,
He stained and he frayed me.
We had us some good times
while running around.
And then came the heartache,
that boy he did leave me,
I’ve been left under a chair on the ground.
His mom, she won’t find me,
she’ll curse me and hate me,
dooming my mate to the trash.
The good times, they are gone,
I’m left all alone in the dark.
My boy, he didn’t take care of me,
and now I’ll be forever dirty,
gathering dust on the ground.
I’m a sock, a sock, a dirty ol’ sock.
I’m lost and I’ll never be found…

(Where I found Zach’s socks from yesterday)

Bella and the Zoo

So the Belly and I went on our first two of us outing yesterday. We’ve done things like shopping and errands and such, but we haven’t just gone out and done fun stuff.

I wasn’t sure how going to the zoo with Bella would go. I wasn’t certain she was old enough to really enjoy it, so my motivation for us going was purely selfish, I love the zoo. Like uber love. Almost as much as Disney World love. My main hope was that she just wouldn’t be bored and fussy since we were going during her nap time.

Well, in a word, success.

She had lots of fun. She was pretty bored with the animals that were just laying there, but the ones up and moving she loved. Of course since she’s in her “NO! Mine!” stage she kept announcing to people who happened to stop at the exhibits that we were at that the animals were her’s. lol She didn’t start getting fussy until after lunch time. We enjoyed a lunch of peanut butter/apple butter sandwiches and bunny grahams sitting in front of the elephants. We stayed a much shorter time than I normally would’ve stayed if I had the boys, but it was good. She had fun and I got to enjoy myself.

Of course normally I take hundreds of photos at the zoo.

But I have not a one to share. lol

For once I remembered to charge my camera, but stupid me forgot to make sure I actually had a memory card in it.

You can’t be a mom and a monster ghost.

((background – because of Zach, Ryan is terrified that there is this horrible monster ghost in his room and is having lots of trouble going to bed at night))

“Ryan, would you like to sleep with this picture of Uncie Spencer under your pillow along with your monster powder?”

“Why?”

“Well, because if I was a monster ghost I wouldn’t go anywhere near your Uncie Spencer, he’s too obnoxious to scare.”

“Wait, so I don’t have a mommy?!”

“What?”

“If you’re a monster ghost then you can’t be my mommy, that means I don’t have a mommy.” (lip starts trembling face starts crumpling)

“Ryan, look in your hand and tell me what you’re holding.”

“My monster powder.”

“So… if you’re holding monster powder and I was a monster ghost, would I be able to snuggle next to you in your bed?”

“No.”

“Then I’m not a monster ghost, I’m your mommy.”

“OK, but next time don’t call yourself a monster ghost.”

It doesn’t get sweeter than this.