Flat Seth

Seth started t-ball and the afternoon of the day before his first game he layed out his uniform. He even put his underwear under the pants!

Got Milk?

A Good Read

Seth's class does books every so often with different themes. She asks them questions and they respond. Here's a few excerpts from the most recent one. This one was entitled "My Mom Makes the Very Best..."

Ethan's mom makes the best chicken fries. She buys chicken fries from the store. It comes frozen, so she puts it in the oven to make it hot. We eat it after it warms down.

Irene's mom makes the best jello. First she goes shopping and puts the jello in the cart. They make it for us at Publix. When we get home my mom puts cream on top. Then we eat it. It tastes good.

Erin's mommy makes the best pizza. Mommy calls and orders the pepperoni and cheese pizza. Sometimes we get mushrooms on it. Then daddy and Erin get in the car to get the pizza.

Joey's mom makes the best bourbon chicken. First we drive to the mall. Then we wait in line to buy it at the food court. It comes on a tray and we sit at the tables and eat.

Seth's mom makes the best chicken. She buys the chicken at Walmart. When we get home she puts it in a special cooking pot and puts that on top of the oven. I eat it all because it tastes good. (Phew!) (Although he did inform me that it's not true because he doesn't eat it)

Why We Will Never Have a Dog

Lion passed away yesterday. We knew something wasn't right. He never seemed quite right from the moment Santa left him on our dining room table this past Christmas.
We had a little burial service in the yard and Seth said a few words about how he liked doing stuff with him. He started to say play with him but if you didn't know, Lion is a fish and if you didn't know, you can't really play with fish. But apparently you can do stuff with them.
Seth took it pretty well but he did want us to put Lion back in the water after awhile and see if he started moving. He then insisted that he saw Lion move. Today he wanted to go out to the yard to feed him.
I almost teared up and he was sad so it made me want to never have a dog that he would get attached to even more. Plus, they stink and drool all over and don't get me started on the people who let their dogs use my yard as a toilet. Maybe I'll take Ian down to their yard...
So that is why we will never have a dog. No offense intended for those who love dogs. I'm sure yours don't smell or drool all over just like my baby never has a crusty runny nose.
(George(my father-in-law), if you're reading this consider this your warning to never get us a dog like you said you were. You will be in my axis of evil) (And I'm not kidding)

Sethism's

Like Father Like Son-
One night when Brent was laying down with Seth he asked Seth what he was thinking about and he said, "I'm just thinking about how I can do a Dollar Store in the backyard."

He's all boy-
The other day we were driving in the car and he said, "Mommy, I can smell daddy's toots all the way here!" with a big smile on his face.

He's trying to kill me-
When we were making sugar cookies and his hands were covered in flour he said, "Mom, do you want to shake my hand and then lick your hand?"with a big smile on his face. (I can't have wheat flour and he knows it)

He has a knack for technology-
He took a picture of Brent's plumber's crack on my phone and set it to be the picture that comes up when Brent calls me.

New Birthday Tradition

I got this idea from my friend Angela's blog. They have a birthday quilt that the birthday person sleeps with the night of their birthday. There are little pockets on it that have little presents in them when they wake up. Such a cute idea! I made one this year with the help of Brent's mom. I was so grateful she was here because sewing is not one of my talents although I hope someday it will be. And yes, Seth is sleeping in a white dress shirt. Don't ask me why because I don't know. :)

The next night Brent told me to sleep with it since he had some stuff for me. I came out in the middle of the night to find a juicer and this...

My birthday present/boy!

You don't want to know what I woke up to in the birthday quilt. Or rather, Brent wouldn't want you to know. I'll just tell you. I got a toilet seat. Yeah, Brent really struck out this year. I don't think he'll make that mistake again. :)

Seth's birthday and a little bit about mine

The drawback about sharing your birthday with your 5 year old son is the fact that your birthday is almost forgotten. The positives are now that I'm older, I don't really care about big celebrations for my birthday and it gives me an opportunity to forget about myself and focus on one of the things I love most: Seth.

Seth has never had a friends party and wanted one this year, so we indulged him. Maybe too much. Although he has never seen the movies, he wanted an Indiana Jones party. (He says he saw one at home, which I have not asked Brent about yet) Maybe he gets his inspiration from his older cousins who make their own movies. There's this one and this one. Either way, he chose a fun theme and we ran with it.

Young Indy showed up and gave each of the kids paper fedora hats that Brent made. (With the instructions to not stand near an open flame when wearing them)

Then he told them about some of his adventures and that his treasure he found was stolen and he needed their help to get it back. He handed out little bags that Brent's mom sewed for all the kids. She's an angel. More on her and her visit later...

Then he showed them how to use a whip. The kids were in awe as he popped each ballon.

They followed their maps to all the locations where they could gather treasure but first they had to pass off on mummification.

Then they had to search through the "Pit of Doom"

Then go through the Indian village

Then dig through monkey brains (jello) for treasure

Several friends from church and school came and of course lots of cousins!

Does this boy look thrilled or what?

Young Indy was actually a boy from our church's ranch nearby and he was so good to come and do this. Seth and some of the other kids thought he was the real thing!

The night before as we were sewing, baking, and finishing hats I asked my mother-in-law if we were crazy. It was all worth it though. There were a few things I would have added but just didn't have the time. It will probably be another five years before his next big birthday party.

Now I wish I had pictures of me blowing out my candles but alas, there was no cake for me this year. I just realized that as I was putting this together. Sad, huh? Not really. In defense of Brent he did a lot for this party and it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun as it was if it didn't have the touch of Brent's creativity too. Also, in defense of Brent, he does soooo much throughout the year to spoil me that I can overlook this slight mistake.

But the next time? I don't know...