Good vs. Good?

My boys are obsessed with superheroes. Max especially. There has been a long standing debate at our house about Batman. My boys seem to think he's the bomb. They think he can beat any superhero. Even Superman. And Spiderman.

How can Batman beat Superman? Superman has super powers - and Batman is just a dude in a bat suit with a lot of cool toys. Maybe he could if he had some kryptonite but that's a big maybe because where would he get it?

And I don't think the fight would even be close between Batman and Spiderman. Spiderman would kick his bat-butt if you know what I mean. Not only does Spiderman have super-powers, but he can use his web to trap Batman. It would be no contest.

What's the big deal about Batman anyway?

I need a hobby.

Or didn't you know?

February 15th is Balloon Day (at least at our house it is). My kids (especially Max) have been looking forward to it all year. Who knew letting some balloons go could be so much fun?

When I knew

Ian and I had been dating for a while when we took a volleyball class together at MCC. There were lots of really good volleyball players in that class and I was not one of them. Sports is not my thing, but I do like to exercise so I agreed to take the class with Ian and Kim. Ian, however was (is) good. He is good at every sport he plays. It's annoying.

I remember being in the class with all the beginners in one corner - setting and bumping the ball back and forth. And the advance group in the other corner - divided into 2 groups playing. And the really hot girl (I believe her name was Heather) would always come over and invite Ian to play (stinkin' hot girl) and one time she invited him out, but that's a whole other story. Personally, I thought that girl was a skank. I mean Ian was taking the class with me, his girlfriend. Was the girl that desperate to hone in on another girl's guy?

Anyway, she'd come over and say,"Ian, we're playing a match over here and could really use you on our team..." Ian would look longingly over at the court and then over at me and he'd reply, "I can't, I'm practicing with my girlfriend."

And that's when I knew I was in love.

When did you know?

The fat on the skinny

I like fashion as much as the next gal, but what is it with skinny jeans? They don't make you look any skinnier. On the contrary, I think they tend to make people look fatter. And why are boys wearing them too? It reminds me of when I was in grade school and I used to "peg" my pants at the bottom. It drove my dad crazy.

And since we are on the subject of fashion, what's with stretch pants? Are they really coming back in? It's an o.k. look for a teenager, but when I see a grown woman wearing stretch pants I cringe. Unless you are working out, don't go there. Just don't.

And speaking of working out, why do women wear their work-out clothes everywhere? I know people aren't working out that much. It's o.k. if you are wearing your exercise clothes after you just exercised or right before, but really folks is it that hard to pull some jeans and a t-shirt on? I'm just saying.

I love...

Jimmy Eat World.

Chocolate Cake.

Evan's laugh.

Hugs from my boys.

Foot massages.

Red lipstick.

Seeing movies with friends.

Breyer's Mint Chip Ice-Cream.

my black boots.

Rain.

Mi Gusta Par-tay!

Documentation that Xander does indeed get his way. ALOT. What a great group of boys - I've never heard so much giggling in my life...they were cracking each other up.
They have to put on a performance tomorrow for "Spanish Idol" at their school. I'm not sure they'll win the trophy, but they sure had a blast "preparing".

Smooth

When I was a kid my mom used to say I should be a lawyer. I had a way (or a gift, if I may) of talking my parents into what I wanted. Alexander has inherited that "gift". And I'm beginning to see that it wasn't my persuasive skills but rather my mom's desire for peace and quiet that got me what I wanted.

This boy tires me out. Don't get me wrong - he's a good kid. The best. But if he wants something, he doesn't give up. EVER. And he is cunning. Boy is he cunning.

"Mom, you look tired, let me help with dinner" or "Mom, sit down and I'll rub your shoulders". He's good. And he totally gages my moods. If he sees I'm in a bad mood then he bides his time. He can wait. And plan.

And he usually always gets his way. He's smooth like that.

I love Larry Fitzgerald

Our weekend in pictures:

On Saturday Ian attempted to show the boys how to hoe weeds.

Later on, we went to the park to celebrate this boy's 4th birthday.

Ian and the boys tossed the pigskin around (then my camera's battery ran out - which is a bummer because I didn't get a picture of Ian trying to "rope" the boys. You read that right.).

On Sunday, we hung out with at Jason & Tiffany's house to watch the Super Bowl. The kids played.

And relaxed.

While the men watch football (and ate).

The women folk cooked (o.k., mostly just Tiffany cooked - but Lisa and I kept her company).


During half time all the kids put on their 3-D glasses to watch the 3-D commercial for Monsters & Aliens.

While Evan played Star Wars.
The girls joined in the football watching during the second half. I love that Larry Fitzgerald. Did you see him jump up and catch the ball while that other player was all over him? He's my new boyfriend. I was seriously in awe. And I don't even like football (at least I didn't used to).