This afternoon Tate attached himself to a small, wannabe GI Joe type guy. Not literally attached himself, but he carried it around in his little hand all day and would get really upset when he couldn't find it. He brought it to me at one point in the day all teary eyed and held up the guy and his severed arm and asked me to fix it. So I shoved it back in there and saved the day. Way to go Mom!

He still had a good grip on Captain Piece O. Crap when he went to bed and he hadn't been in bed for very long when he came out all sad and teary because Captain Crap had lost his leg. Broke my heart. So I shoved it back in there and saved the day again and sent him back to bed. Problem solved.

NOT!

We repeated this drill at least four times before I got out the super glue and gave Cpt. Crap a medical discharge. I bandaged him up with one of Tess' hairbands and sent Tate back to bed.

There. That should fix it.

HA!

Not more than ten minutes later Tate came out again, in tears again, because the miserable oaf had lost his arm for the second time today. This time, however, the limb couldn't be saved because the little peg thing had broken off inside the body of the toy. Tate sat there all weepy and broken hearted trying to shake it out of there while Jared tried to get him to go back to bed with promises of a real GI Joe come payday...no dice Dad. It was so sad. He wouldn't be parted with his comrade in arms until Jared broke out a new Hot Wheels car, the last of the potty training bribes. He squealed, "This won't get broke?!" and raced to bed. "Noah! Look what I got!"

Poor Captain Crap cannot bend his right leg at the hip and his left arm couldn't be saved...the odds of him avoiding the garbage bag the next time it comes around aren't good.

Before we got new furniture the cat had claimed the glider in the corner as her own and spent most of her time sprawled out in it. After we got the new furniture we moved the glider back to our room and the cat hasn't looked at it since. She spent about a week pacing around the room looking lost and would fall asleep in the middle of the floor. Poor cat. Made me feel bad. That's also when she started spending a lot of time laying like this...

Which didn't help the kids at all when they were trying to prove to Hayden, our sitter, that this was our cat named Pickles and not our really goofy looking dog named Freckles. (The nickname has totally stuck and now she's our "goofy dog.") Anyways...she spent about two weeks sleeping on the floor before she found herself a new throne.

The only time she doesn't sleep in this chair is when the sun is shining on the floor next to the entertainment center. Or when the kids are sitting in it. And unlike her previous throne the location of the chair doesn't seem to matter. It cracks me up when I come in the living room to find this chair in the middle of the room with a cat sleeping in it.

It rained most of the day today, and since we knew it was going to rain I told Noah I would pick him up instead of making him walk home. It was cold and windy and rainy and I was glad I was there to get him...I watched Andi and Dylan walk down the little path to the gate but still hadn't seen Noah when they got in the car. Andi told me Noah had started walking. Great, just great.

I dropped them off and headed home and saw Noah a few houses up from our street. As soon as he opened the door he said, "I know. I forgot."

When we got home there was a message on the answering machine that almost made me cry (dang pregnancy hormones). The poor kid called to see if I would come and get him so he wouldn't have to walk home...such a sad little message...

A couple of weeks ago, Noah and I were lucky enough to get to go to a Dallas Stars game. Neither of us had ever been to a professional hockey game before, but we got free tickets so why not? We got the tickets from Carter Blood Care, so a big shout out to them. It's actually kind of funny, I've been donating for a while now. I just do the normal whole blood donations each time. When I showed up at the will-call desk for the tickets (not just seats but all-you-can-eat food as well) they came in a card that said "Thanks for your platelet donation." Not sure if I was supposed to win the tickets after all, but oh well.

Noah and I have gone to a few Rangers games together, so he was excited to watch some hockey. I was excited too, because Noah is always a blast to have at sports games. He gets excited, he dances to the music, and yells just as much as I do.

The all you can eat food was only offered during the first two periods, and every time there was a break he was asking if he could go get some more food. The only problem was that the food was in one room on the complete other side of the stadium from our seats. It's okay, we burned off the calories circling the stadium.

The Stars got the win against the Avalanche in the end, and we had a great time. Noah's favorite part of the game was afterward when someone handed him one of those glowing stick-balloon things. He was so excited about it that he just beamed all the way home.

I was really surprised to see how much they green screen ordinary city scenes.