He gets so mad and freaks out when I hold him like this.
His favorite toys are socks, not the all the dog toys we bought him.
So, my weirdness has come full circle...I love the way this dog's ears smell.
Apollo loves to army crawl under the couch. Very soon, he won't be able to fit.
I'm so glad John now has a friend.
It's been a while since we took the kids out to a restaurant for dinner. I mean a real restaurant, not McDonald's, Taco Bell, or Panda Express. For those are frequented more often than I would like to admit. After picking up the boys from church last night, we were all hungry, and it was late. I was thinking we would go home and make some quick Mac & Cheese and chicken nuggets, but John drove in the wrong direction right to his favorite "hole in the wall." So there we were at the Bootlegger with our three young children. I was going to argue, but when John is hungry, nobody is safe. His claws come out until his tummy if full, then, he's quite pleasant. My objections were do to the fact that this is really not a place to take kids. It seriously is the closest thing I've seen to a restaurant right out of the Godfather. I've never seen any of the Godfather movies, but I could imagine. It's totally "old Vegas" with the huge circular booths, the dim lights, and the piano being tickled in the corner of the dining room. John only warned the kids one time, and to my surprise, they were perfect. They love going to restaurants, and it had been a while. So, they were on their best behavior. The reason I'm even mentioning this somewhat ordinary experience is because I love how sincerely grateful my kids can be. Throughout the dinner, they kept saying how nice everything was, and how they loved this restaurant. They kept thanking us for taking them, and they had much praise for the food. Coy said, "Everything is so delicious!" Christian spoke his famous line, "This is fun; we should do this more often." John let them order whatever they wanted, so when the waiter asked Corinne what she was having, she said, "I want diet coke and a salad with ranch on the side, please." No joke!! The waiter laughed, but I told him that really was exactly what she wanted. She's 2 going on 17. Well, at least she'll be a cheap date when she is older. We had a fun time. Too bad money doesn't grow on trees, or we could do it more often.
Christian had an exciting week. He got his first puppy on the same day he got his first BB Gun. He's been out in the desert shooting with his dad, and he was thrilled to make a glass bottle explode. I was amazed to hear that on that same shooting outing, my daughter was picking up lizards and holding them-gross! I'm now doubting whether or not she is truly my kid.
Then, night before last, John and I took Christian to see Mystere at Treasure Island. I guess when you grow up in Las Vegas and your dad works for MGM/Mirage, you go see Cirque du Soleil shows for fun. Mystere is the second one he's seen. He had a great time, and then he chose Chinese for dinner afterward. Orange chicken, white rice, lots of soy sauce, and coke-the kid was in heaven. I'm sure he'll remember these last few days his whole life.
Announcing the newest member of our fam- drumroll please......Apollo Creed David Romo.
Christian has been begging for a dog for a long time now. We kept telling him that when we were in our own house, we would get a pet. Well, that was almost a year ago, and he has mentioned the deal numerous times. After Tuck the turtle baked out by the pool in the hot Las Vegas sun, we were, once again, convinced that pets are not safe around us. May Tuck rest in peace; we loved that damn turtle.What did I expect after Corinne had been in the bathroom for 15 minutes "washing her hands"?
To get the full effect, you would need to be there in person and see all the water on the floor. Soap, water, and a plugged sink can be so much fun. So fun, you just have to take your clothes off.
Okay, so I finally finished book 3 of the 4 book Twilight series. I do realize that I am one of the last to jump on the pop train, and that these books are old news to many. To me, however, they have been an obsessed hobby over the last few months.
I never thought of myself as "a reader" until I finished college. I suppose I had only thought of my textbooks when reading came to mind, and even those were seriously neglected. I first started with my mom's "old lady" mystery books (Mary Higgins Clark), which I used to tease her about. She would be up at 3:00 in the morning reading them when I would come downstairs to get a bottle for Corinne. Now I understand why; sorry mom. They are good, and the only reason I call them "old lady mysteries" is because John thinks the author looks like one of the Golden Girls. So, who'd a thunk it? I like to read.
I was one of those ones who saw the Twilight movie before I ever thought about reading the books. My sister-in-law graciously sent me packing, on a plane, with a carry-on full of the four book series. That was a heavy bag. John knows that when I get into a book, it's all I want to do in my spare time. The problem here is that these books keep going.
I'm one of those people who needs it absolutely quiet while reading, or it will take me forever to get through a single paragraph. I can't tune out the noise around me. So, with that said, I've been caught in my car, numerous times in the tub, and up at 2:00 in the morning (alarm set for 6:00 to wake up for work) reading. I'm actually a bit scared to see our next water bill. The most embarrassing part is the fact that the junior high girls I teach come up and ask which book I'm on. Then, they start a conversation with me about their thoughts on the series. I thought removing the covers wouldn't give me away, but I always get caught. I guess I could be a member of the 13-year-old book club.
John feels neglected by my new distraction, and I keeping telling him it will all be over soon. Several times, he's grabbed the book out of my hands after breaking into the bathroom (cheap locks) and suggests that he read to me. I accept, reluctantly, knowing what kind of "out-loud" reader he is; I did take junior and senior English with this kid. I've finally caught on to the fact that about a page into him reading aloud, he starts to improvise without me knowing. As soon as I realized the book was starting to sound like a somewhat trashy romance novel, I got the joke; such a funny guy, that one.
As I wrapped up Eclipse, the third book, I was feeling a bit irritated at the fact that the story is not progressing quickly, and they keep dancing around the subject of the whole saga. So, what do I do? I pick up Breaking Dawn, the last book, and flip to the last page. First time I've done that, but now I can enjoy reading the book. It's ends, I think, the way I want it to. This is, of course, if I truly had strong opinions about vampires and their morality. There's nothing better than a friendly, trustworthy vampire.
So, yes, this is old news, but it's what I've been up to. The lack of blog entries can be attributed to life keeping me busy, and a good book or two. After the kiddos go to bed, I have a choice to make...TV, computer, do the dishes (boo!), or read a good book. I've been opting for the non-technological stuff.
