What could be cuter!

I'm a grandma

Talan has apparently become a father. He has taken a sudden interest in Ashton's starwars bobble heads. In fact, he is has given himself the impression that they are his....not only his toys, but also his "sons."

Here is how our evening of bobble head discovery went.

Talan declares that Darth Vader, C-3PO, and Tusken Raider are his "sons." Not sure why he thinks his offspring are three plastic spring loaded non-humans, but okay.

See here we have classic sibling rivalry. C-3PO just took out his Tusken Raider brother, and is about to do the same with Darth Vader. Darth doesn't really have a defense when his lightsaber is attached to the unmovable part of his body. Good thing dad was there to solve the issue before further escalation.

You would think C-3PO would be the one in time out. I mean he did knock out one of his brothers. I guess Talan has a different way of parenting...first one down is in trouble. Sorry Tusken Raider.

After about 10 seconds Talan retrieved his other two sons, and they all decided to be in time out. After all, no one actually won the fight.

When time-out was over they all made up with a big hug.

Later that night they all watched Itunes, then it was off to bed. Today offspring number four joined the brood. His name is stormtrooper.

Scary Talan

A little bit frightening, and sort of came out of nowhere.

I hope she doesn't read my blog

FYI: I have no doubt that Ashton's teacher is a fantastic second grade teacher. She seems knowledgeable enough to teach the parts of a sentence, grammar, subtraction, and history basics. No concerns over Ashton's second grade education.

I only have one issue with Miss Stitt. Its not a life threatening issue, although it did almost cause me to give myself lead poisoning. I first noticed on meet the teacher night. Actually the first thing I noticed that night was the really short skirt I thought was inappropriate to wear when meeting the parents of your future students, but that is beside the issue.

During meet the teacher night we all sit at our child's desk and hear from the teacher what the kids will be doing during the year. After 3 sentences I noticed a pattern. Miss Stitt apparently loves to use the phrase "and stuff"." Not being smart enough myself to bring a spiral notebook with me to record my personal issues with the teacher like someone else I know (not naming names), I did the only thing I could. I have no idea what Miss Stitt said that night. (except when she said parents are not invited and stuff to birthday celebrations and stuff in class.) All I know is that I used Ashton's number 2 pencil to tally on my palm all the time she uttered the annoying phrase during her 15 minute speech. I had 26 tally marks on my hand.

Last week was the dreaded parent teacher conference. Not for Ashton. He's awesome in school, and always "makes his day" (still not sure what that means. It was probably covered on Meet the Teacher night.) Upon arrival in the Farley Elementary parking lot Brad and I made a friendly bet as to how many times we would hear "and stuff." The prize was nothing more than bragging rights. We figured conferences only lasted about 20 minutes at the most. Brad guessed 13, and I guessed 17. We entered the room and sat down with Miss Stitt. This time Brad caught on to something different. Maybe she can hear our thoughts of annoyance at her overused phrase, because now she is saying "and everything". Not one "and stuff."

Then it happened. Because you know I have amnesia child who doesn't remember anything about his day once the clock hits 3:45pm, and I was too busy giving myself lead poisoning on meet the teacher night to hear the schedule of the kids during the day. So I asked what the kids did every day. Miss Stitt went into a 10 minute talking binge, possibly without even breathing. That 10 minute speech gave us our champion.

Brad won. She said it 12 times.

Beware of "The Phog"

One blue hawk:

Three family members dressed in Jayhawk gear:

4 hours of fantastic fun with 16,000 other Jayhawk fans at Late Night in the Phog:

Last weekend we ventured out to window shop where Ashton saw this hat:
He then looked at me and said, "AWESOME!!! Is this like one of those pimp hats that you wear to the side? I want one!"

I then explained to him what exactly a pimp was and he no longer wanted the hat.

Here's one for the books...

Ashton is attending a newly built school this year because his school had been overpopulated by 2nd graders, and how often do you have a chance to go to a brand new school. The drawback to this is I have to drive him about 3/4 of a mile since we don't actually live in this schools boundaries.

He has recently decided he would like to walk home from school because, you know, he's in 2nd grade and he is pretty much 7 years old, and if that doesn't scream responsibility I don't know what does.

Today, his aunt picked him up from the bus. He was persistant on his desire and absolute need to navigate his own way home. She explained to him that it wasn't necessarially him that I would worry about, it is people that might try to steal him. To this he replied:


"If I could just have a knife I wouldn't have any problems. I would just whip it out and show them and they would not take me."

When cautioned that he could not take a knife to school he insisted he would not technically be taking it to school because he would keep it in his backpack. I guess I better start checking his backpack every day.

The pharmacy is now open...

Something new has happened to our family. Talan has maxed out our deductible for perscription medicine for the year making all perscriptions for our family of four free. He's so thoughtful!

I just thought I would show in the above picture how much medicine it takes to keep our small clan up and running. Keep in mind, 99% of this is Talan's medication, and 1% is mine. The other two must be the healthy ones. This also does not include the nebulizer (the mask is representing for Nebbie), and the two medications used in the nebulizer every 2-4 hours when needed, or any of the medicine in the medi bag carry with me everywhere (epi pen, hydrocortisone cream, hand sanitizer, benadryl, and claritin)

On a side note....2 days ago Talan had wheezing. Much like the wheezing that would send us packing to the hospital. I am pleased to say that with a breathing treatment every two hours, and cough medicine every four hours, we have successfully handled an asthma attack at home...by ourselves. A task I thought impossible.

Taking the vibes for a spin

If you happened to be on the 2 mile stretch which twists around several streets between 21st, 25th and Kingsrow tonight you may have passed this:

What the heck is that?!

If you said 'alien' you are close. The picture is caused by the massive amounts of reflective wear Brad and I suited up in, to try and out-do each other in dorkiness. Just to be fair...Brad started this when he came upstairs wearing a light on his head expecting 'ooohhhs' and 'ahhhhhs' when instead he received 'holy crap...do I have to go outside with you like that?' If you can't beat em, join em...so, I decided to join in on the dress up party with this super awesome reflective vest.

My back was more reflective than all of Brad. (Okay...maybe not...but don't tell him) I believe he is jealous.
This is what we looked like when we were running. I thought it was awesome because the cars could see us a mile away. After viewing the pictures, I think it would be a distraction. Brad's light makes him look like he has a snake coming out of his head. Who doesn't get distracted by that?!

I'm happy to have my running partner back. (although Lyndsey was a good fill in)

Spooky!

Imagine going to sleep and waking up to find your mother has drastically changed the color of her hair. Wouldn't that freak you out?

It took Talan 2 weeks to find the courage to touch my hair. He feared it would eat him alive. The morning after I dyed my hair Tal came and cuddled with me not noticing that my ponytail was drastically altered. A few minutes later I was getting ready for the day and took my hair tie out. That is when Talan started backing up saying "no, no, no" and he buried his face in the door, peering at me out of the corner of his eye. He was terrified. For the next two weeks, he would not touch, go near, or like to speak about my hair. When he would let me hold him, he would look at my hair every so often and say in a small voice, "no, no, no"...

But, he has since found courage upon realizing I am in fact the same person, and my hair is not going to eat him alive.