Mom, you abs

Quinton was in my room tonight telling me how he was starting a nightly routine, which includes sit ups. "you know how they say flab to abs, I am more like flat to abs" as he is lifting his shirt to show me his flat stomach. (hereditary, not my side).

Then I said, I would be going from flab to abs.

"mom, you have abs, they are just a mile in"

Magical dog Poop

Me "Jerrod, do your chores"
Jerrod "I did"
Me "No, you didn't"
Jerrod "Yes, I did"
Me "Did the dog poop in the yard 15 times in the last hour?"
Jerrod "someone must have scooped up dog poop from all over the place and put it in our yard"

Climbing Trees with electrical tape

Jerrod came home the other day, I have been bed-ridden since my surgery, I get up for little walks, but mostly have been staying in my room and resting...

Anyway, Jerrod came in after being gone all day, I literraly had not seen him since he woke up. (Since we moved on base, I don't worry too much about him when he is outside) Anyway, he came in and had marks all over his arms and legs, at first I thought it was dirt, but it looked more like the my arms after my surgery, where the bandages had been on my arms, you know the adhesive remnants that you have to scrape off with your fingernails....

I asked what was all over him and sure enough, it was adhesive. He and the next door neighbor decided to put electrical tape all over him, which then enabled him to climb the trees out back... Since the adhesive was on his skin, it was adhesive side down and so, how exactly it helped him climb the tree I am not sure, it was probably something you needed to see to get, of course then again, maybe I didnt want to see it....

He assured me that he climbed all the way up the tree, he even had the sap in his hair to prove it..

So... apparently, you can climb trees with electrical tape.... i wonder if thats what the guys at the cultural center in Hawaii use to climb the coconut trees...

Long Time No Post

It's been a long time since I posted on this blog, trust me it is not for lack of my rowdy boys doing things to talk about! I was thinking about this story the other day... I was trying to limit television watching a little bit and encourage more outside activities.. I set the parental controls on the TV, using the remote, all you have to do is set a 4 digit code to access it and change the settings... I think it was raining one day, or for some reason, I had decided to let them watch TV, I gave them the 4 digit code, figuring I would just change it when they went to bed.

So, I went to change the code to lock the TV again and can you believe they beat me to it! They changed the code so that I couldnt get back on it, they removed the parental controls and changed the code, so I couldnt get in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What will they think of next?