And Lyon says...

While playing on the playground with another boy his age, Lyon started to try to climb up one of the ladders. He stopped after he climbed up one rung and got back down. The boy he was playing with then proceeded to climb up the same ladder

at which point Lyon was sure to give him a warning,

"You will fall and den your moder will

have to take you to the hospital."

How funny, with Bear I always had to stand as a spotter to make sure he didn't fall from the high precarious positions that he chose as his perch. Now I find myself telling Lyon to go ahead, he will be fine. I finally did get him to go down the big slide. After which he cried out,

"I did it!"

Eventually I'll have a real blog design, until then....

Well, what do you think?

And Bear says...

After the police officer left this morning, I found Bear sitting on an air conditioning vent.

I asked him, "What ya doin Bear?"

He replied, " I'm just freezin my butt, mean bottom."

Excuse me Mr. Police Officer, I am a scout...

There was a police officer at my house this morning.

He had his cruisers lights and sirens on, he brought out his taser...

Whoa, cool!

He was there doing a demonstration for scouts.

Yes, I am an Assistant Scout Leader, and sometimes we hold scouts at my house.

Jealous?

You know you are ;D

So there was a police officer at my house.

He talked to the boyscouts about what it is a police officer does.

And what the boys as citizens can do to help police officers do there job.

Bear was VERY impressed.

When the police officer walked in my door Bear leaned over to me and whispered,

"I like his gun."

Of course that was the first thing he noticed.

Bear disappeared into his room for a few minutes emerging as a police officer.

He had his squirt gun (yes unfortunately it has come to that around here)

He had his flashlight, and he put padding inside his jacket for his bullet proof vest.

(Don't ask me how the denim jacket showing his chest and belly, and the black sweatpants are police uniform duds. I've given up trying to understand Bears choice in costume wear.)

He informed me that he is going to guard our house tonight.

He really is, he insists, he is going to" guard the house the whole night and sleep in the day."

That is what he told me.

We'll see how difficult it is to talk him out of it tonight, because he won't forget about it.

Life is definitely not dull around here, that is for sure.

Lol!

And Lyon says...

Lyon-"Mom! Mom? Give Fenix another sucker cause I took hers."

Me- "You took Sissy's sucker?!"

Lyon- "Yip, so give her another one."

Me- "Why so you can take it and eat it?"

Lyon-"Yip."

DON'T!!!

As I lay in bed last night, my mind going a hundred thoughts a minute, at least a thousand blog post ideas gone in and out of my mind in the blink of an eye.

I started to think about breastfeeding and it's, please don't look, awkwardness.

(see my other blog for more on that)

The word "Don't" entered into my thought filled mind.

It floated in along with another thought, clung to another and then found a cozy spot to sit and wait for me to use it in a creatively thoughtful way.

I thought to myself:

Why do we always look when someone says, "Don't look"

Every time!

It takes extreme self discipline to NOT look.

Not because we necessarily WANT to look, it's just that phrase beckons for us to look.

That's it!

I thought to myself.

The word "Don't" is a trigger word.

It must be.

You tell someone don't and they do!

I tell my kids don't too many times to count in a single day.

And it's really no surprise that they do.

That word don't.

Don't use it!

;D

And Bear says...

Bear comes in from being outside and calls to me loudly,

"Mom hurry come see this!"

I hustled over and out the door asking,

"What!"

Bear responds with awe in his voice,

"Look, it's some kind of traffic or something."

I look over to where he is pointing and see this.

Several cars parked along side the road.....

Wow, that sure is some kind of traffic ;D

This Kids attitude....

You see this kid?

\This kid right here/

(He totally took that picture of himself)

Well that is my kid.

And my kids attitude needs some serious adjustment.

My kids attitude is driving me nuts!

All will be well and fine, all will be peaceful.

And suddenly a thrashing, wild, beast is upon us.

And it's Bears attitude.

I love the kid, I really do,

but the attitude has got to GO.

Of course he probably gets the attitude from his dear old Mom.

I guess I better shape up and be a better example of having a good attitude

so my kids will know how to have a good attitude too, lol!

And Bear says...

Bear: Hey Mom listen......(he tries to make a whisteling sound with is mouth)...

Me: Oh are you trying to do this....(I whistle).../

Bear: No it wasn't like that, it's like the sound a guy makes when he likes a girl....

You know the kind of whistle he means...

Wooot woooooooooooo

Lol!

Dealing with Stealing...

We went to a baseball game last week.

Bear begged me to take him to the Owlz store to look at the bats.

I took him and Lyon, insisting that we weren't going to buy anything.

(Can you see where this is going?)

I'll admit as we walked through the store looking at the different items, I was really tempted to buy the boys lots of fun baseball souvenirs.

I didn't.

We left the store with Lyon insisting that he wanted this and that for his birthday which has now come and gone. I told him, maybe.

Fast forward to the morning after the baseball game.

Eating breakfast I notice Bear has a necklace chain sticking out from under his shirt.

I ask him, "Hey what do you have around your neck."

I was genuinly curious.

He says, "A necklace, I made it."

Me (I know what that means), "Really! Wow Bear, that's really impressive!"

He says, "Yeah, it's a baseball necklace."

Me, "Really!"

My heart is breaking more and more as he digs himself deeper and deeper into his lie.

"Yeah, an Owlz necklace see, I made it and then painted it."

"Wow, you should make another one for Lyon's birthday."

Long pause......

Then Bear says, "So Mom, when are we going to another Owlz game."

I reply with a disappointment in my voice, "I don't know it might be a while."

Bear says, "Will we go before Lyon's birthday?"

Now I am trying to hold back my laughter, "Probably not."

Then Bear says a little nervous now, "Well I made the necklace at the game."

Oh boy, I think I feel a gray hair sprouting...

={

And Lyon says...

Lyon helped me to make a grocery list, these are the things he suggested:

"Uh...Toy Buzz Light Year, grapes, squash. Uhhhhhhh, I think.....I think....I think...Apples,

hem nems (M&Ms),

and a Woody for Bear."

My house is definitely NOT magazine worthy....

A few weeks ago on The nienie dialogues,

Nienie mentioned a contest.

This one

I clicked on the link out of curiosity and this is what the second line reads:

"Do friends and family tell you your home is magazine worthy?"

Lol!

I laughed out loud.

My house is definitely NOT magazine worthy. Not in the least!

Now don't get me wrong. I LOVE my house. It's perfect in almost every way for the needs of my family. It does not however possess the decorations or makeup that would make it magazine worhty, and I am pretty sure that no amount of airbrushing could make it so.

My walls are covered in the art work of my children, mainly Lyon's masterpieces.

There are also several, um, dents and dings here and there.

These are a result of Bear's unquenchable love of sports.

I have curtain rods but not enough curtains to fill them. I've thought about getting new and pretty curtains and even made some for one room that couldn't go on without them, but....

Getting curtains is dangerous business,

picture if you will Tarzan swinging on jungle vines. Now take that image and replace Tarzan with one of my boys and the vine with my curtains.

And there would go the hundreds of dollars spent on curtains slowly but surely down the drain.

It's not just a possibility here, it's an absolute inevitability.

My couch is a story all it's own, you can read it here.

The same story can be told about my kitchen table.

Although my bedroom set (also with a story) is lovely and might be able to pull off a photo shoot, the rest of my bedroom shames it into hiding.

And I don't think a magazine would smile kindly on pictures of baby bouncers, high chairs and booster seats taking up at least part of every room.

I don't worry about these things too much,

I have plans for what I would like to do to decorate my house someday.

Nicely enough for it to be magazine worthy.

But...

Right now there are other things going on in my house that

makes putting it off worth it for now.

Lyon's masterpieces, Bears sculptures, Fenix's accessories, and old kindly given furniture

are beautiful enough for me, even if they don't make my house magazine worthy.

And the kids say...

Bear: Mom what do you really want to be?

Me: A doctor.

Bear: Oh, well I don't really want to be a puppy.

I actually want to be a baseball player that plays in home run hitters.

Lyon: And I want to be a swimming.

Summer posting...

Well, I didn't realize just how difficult summer posting would be.

I don't want to be in front of the computer all day long.

(not that it takes me all day long to get up a post or anything)

But,

It's warm outside, and the garden is calling, the sun is calling, my bike is calling.

Oh wait, I don't have a bike :(

The great outdoors is beckoning for me to come out and enjoy it.

Sure I could bring my ipad outside and do some summer posting outside,

but it's too bright and I can't see the screen!

It's not like a book that I have only to put on my sunglasses to view it comfortably.

Believe me I've tried!

I just want to say that I now understand why so many bloggers stop posting daily during the summer time.

So when I miss a day or two here or there, understand that I was probably outside enjoying the summer instead ;D

And Lyon says...

While getting Lyon dressed I told him we needed to put on his socks.

He said,

"Mmmm hmmmm, dey will keep my body nice and warm."

And Lyon says...

Grandpa R. is out of town on an Alaskan cruise.

Lyon says to me while picking raspberries,

"I wish Grandpa was here."

What's in a name, Lyon...

Naming Lyon was an interesting task.

We had Bear, but animal names wasn't really a theme we were trying for.

Our theme was/is "names that are inconspicuously funny"

Like Phil's,

Phillip Graves - Fill up graves

We knew we needed to come up with something unique and awesome.

We had to, we didn't want our second baby to grow up being known only as Bears little brother/sister.

And who would ever remember the "other kids" name when the big brothers name is Bear.

Phil suggested Lion from the start.

I didn't like it from the start.

It just didn't ring right to me.

We played with a few other names.

Ryno is the only one I can remember.

And I didn't like it.

I can't remember how far along in my pregnancy I was when...

I was watching the travel channel.

Someone on some show was traveling around in France.

A map filled the TV screen and then I saw it.

The city/town/village who knows,

of Lyon, France.

I 've always had a bit of a crush on France.

I've always wanted to go there, always wanted to speak the language.

I took french classes in Jr. High, but that is as far as my french language learning went.

I was pretty good at it though and even taught my older sister how to say,

"I don't speak french."

In french.

So she would have something to say when she traveled there.

Lucky girl.

;D

Anyway so I saw that city on the map.

I fell in love.

"Phil." I said, "We can name the baby Lion if we spell it L-Y-O-N."

So those of you who all this time thought that Lyon was named for an animal,

now you know he was named for a city in France.

I love my Lyon, and someday I think I'll take him there.

Just so we can get a picture in front of a sign with his name on it. ;D

And so I can teach him to say,

"Je ne parle pas francais!"

The name fits.

He is totally a Lyon!

Reasons I love my Lyon...

My Mom got him a swimming pool for his birthday. He couldn't wait to swim in it so we set it up at my Mom's house. He got out and was begging me for a towel. I got him one and what did he do. He went and got right back in the swimming pool, towel and all.

He didn't have to, but he shared his yogurt with his baby sister.

(The yogurt that he got into without permission.)

Notice the artwork on the wall behind Sissy, Lyon did that without even being asked to.

Free art, woohoo!

;D

Although he does this often, he has yet to break my refrigerator.

And come on check out those duds, lol!

I just love this kid!!!

Out of the mouths of babes, And Lyon says...

Sitting on the floor "reading" the newspaper.

Each time he turns a page he exclaims,

"OH MY GOSH!!!"

No idea where that came from, but it was hilarious to watch.

I should have gotten video, lol!

So what are your kids saying?

Post it on your blog.

Then come and link up.

And Lyon says...

For some reason this movie was sitting on my counter.

Lyon wanted to watch a movie.

He saw this one and grabbed it.

Holding it up for me to see he says,

"Mom, how 'bout dis movie. It's called, it's called.........

PUNCHING!"

Oh Yes, the bathing suit...

Yep, Lyon wears a bathing suit all of the time.

He wears his bathing suit while:

Eating watermelon

Picking raspberries in the back yard

Playing games in his sisters room

Riding in the stroller

At the birthday party

Up the canyon roasting marshmallows

During school time

At his Daddy's soft ball game

Lying on the sidewalk

At Bears baseball game

The kid loves to wear his bathing suit.

He wears it all day and all day he tells me he needs to go to his swimming practice.

The funny thing is.

This is what he looks like when we do go to the pool.

Lol!

And Lyon says...

"Mom, I not....I not.....I not....I not....I not.....going to wort (work)!"

Swimming?

Three days after he was born, we took Lyon swimming.

He slept right through it.

We love to swim so we went swimming a lot that summer.

It looks like he hates it but he was sound asleep and we woke him up by putting him

in cold water. I know we are mean :(

It didn't take him long to get used to it though.

And to fall right back to sleep.

I think that is when he fell in love with swimming.

;D

And Lyon says...

I couldn't find the medication for Sissy's bottom. I asked Lyon if he knew where it was. He led me around the house telling me,

"I hide it......"

I follow him through the kitchen and then he stops abruptly.

"Wait!" He says, "I need a bar first."

"A bar" meaning one of the butterfingers we currently have on top of our refrigerator.

Lol! What a stinker.

I still haven't found Sissy's medicine :(

False labor contractions, I think NOT!!!

We'd been staying with Superman's parents for a couple of weeks. It was against my will, I didn't want to, but we had to. We had given notice to our landlords that we would be moving out of our apartment at the end of June. The plan was to move into my sisters basement that was being finished into a private apartment for my family. I had been watching my nephew during the day while my sister went to work. She had been driving all the way across town to get to my apartment and drop off her little boy. Having my family living right downstairs was going to be a real happy convenience. So we'd all been working really hard to get it finished before my baby arrived. I was due on July 17. Phil and I felt certain that the basement would be finished by the end of June. So we let our landlords know and started packing. The end of June arrived. The basement was not yet finished. We couldn't stay in our apartment and all of our things were packed and ready to go. I was huge and miserable. We did the only thing we could do. We loaded up a covered trailer with our things, and went to sleep at my in-laws.

We'd been there a few weeks, I was going crazy, and not only was I already miserable being so hot and huge, I was stuck sharing an inflatable mattress with 2 year old Bear.

SO UNCOMFORTABLE.

Superman was working graveyard shifts at the time.

Yeah, that was hard.

My due date was quickly approaching.

I was terrified, and I just wanted to get moved into the basement so I could be somewhat organized and ready for our new baby. I never got to.

One night I asked Superman to please stay home from work because the baby might come. He wouldn't, because the baby probably wouldn't and he was already planning to take several nights off after the baby came and he didn't want to lose any more money than was necessary.

So off he went and down to the inflatable mattress I went with Bear.

I woke-up at around 3 in the morning.

Contraction

No big deal, it was no worse than the Braxton hicks contractions I'd been having my entire pregnancy.

Less than five minutes later another contraction.

I did everything you are supposed to do to relax and stop false labor contractions. I drank some water. I went to the bathroom. Then I laid down on my side.

Contraction

I continued to time the contractions, sometimes they were five minutes apart, sometimes they were two minutes apart. I figured that they were not consistent and therefore I must be having false labor contractions.

Doctors and nurses will tell you that if you are having contractions, but they are not coming consistently (meaning one every thirty minutes, then every fifteen, then every fourty-five. That kind of inconsistent) then they are probably false labor contractions.

I was certain that that was what was going on.

There was a small part of me that didn't believe they were false labor contractions though, because I called my Mom (she is a nurse) and asked her what she thought.

Grandma

I got on the phone with her and long story short she told me I'd better haul my butt to the hospital as fast as I could.

I called Superman.

He didn't answer.

HE DIDN'T ANSWER!!!!!

SOB!!!

I called several more times and finally he answered or maybe he called me back.

While he headed home as fast as he could, I got dressed and ready to go.

Daddy

Superman made it home and as we headed out the door I yelled to his younger brother to go downstairs and stay with Bear.

Bear

Superman rushed me to the hospital. I was scared, he was driving way to fast. I was pretty sure that we were going to get to the hospital the contractions were going to stop and they were going to send me home.

I got there, checked in and was put in a room to be checked.

I was 5 centimeters dilated.

Contractions coming every few minutes.

They moved me to a real labor and delivery room.

At this point it was 5 AM.

Everything went by so fast after that.

My contractions were coming harder and closer together.

I was still only dilated to a 5.

Less than an hour after I got to the hospital I was screaming that I had to push and I couldn't stop. My doctor walked in just barely in time to catch my baby boy.

A BABY BOY!!!

Lyon

I didn't get to hold him right away.

The doctor handed him over to the nurses and the respiratory therapist.

They looked him over gave him some oxygen, weighed him, measured him.

Ten fingers, ten toes, he's perfect.

I tore pretty bad getting my baby out. It took forever for the doctor to sew me up.

I didn't dare to hold my baby.

Finally the doctor finished, I sat up and held my baby.

He'd been crying for his mama.

Exhausted Mama

I held him in my arms and named him Lyon.

My sweet purrrrrfect angel boy.

Happy birthday Lyon!!!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

I brought him home to our unfinished basement apartment.

Superman went to sleep, and I cried.

Still at the hospital sleeping Daddy and baby

I felt so bad not having a comfy, clean home for my baby.

I was heartbroken.

But my baby only knew the happiness of being held in my arms.

I don't think he minded not having anywhere to be set down.

We've lived happily ever after anyway.

;D

Baby contests...

There was a time when I would participate in baby contests.

Okay I've entered my oldest son in two contests and that was way back when he was a baby.

I don't do them anymore.

Why?

Of course I'll tell you.

Baby contests aren't fair.

This coming from a Mom who's child has won (2nd place)

This is what I have noticed.

A-The cutest baby doesn't always win.

B-The parents are being judged as much as the babies.

C-The outfit or hairstyle of the baby are often what win.

D-The outfit and hairstyle of the parent help too.

It's really pathetic.

Do our children really need to win a contest to know that they are cute.

Do we need our children to win a contest to know that they are cute?

Absolutely not!

But we like to do it anyway, lol!

So here is the story of how I have come to this conclusion:

I entered Bear into our city baby contest four years ago. He was just a baby then.

The babies were to be wearing only white onsies (So as to make it seem fair).

I knew that if I took Bear and presented him to the judges he wouldn't have a shot at winning. I knew this because the previous week I had entered him into another city baby contest and being shy I didn't talk to the judges, didn't make eye contact,

didn't show just how cute my baby is. And my baby didn't win.

So, this time I had my husband present Bear to the judges. Superman was dressed to kill.

He looked HOT!

Not only was he looking his best, he has this personality that is so friendly and likable. He smiles he chats like he really wants to get to know you,

and actually he does want to get to know you.

All right, so he was looking so hot and acting so hot.

The girls who were the judges were practically swooning.

(Of course, Superman had no idea of his total hotness which made him that much hotter, lol!)

Unsurprisingly Bear won Second Place.

Why didn't he win first, you may wonder.

There was another baby. Probably equally cute as Bear. His Mom however could have looked better. It wasn't that she was ugly. It was more that she had had one of those days. You know the kind that you spend balled up on the couch crying while your kids throw cheerio's at you.

No? You don't have those days?

Well she had had one of those days.

The sight was enough to bring tears to your eyes. And there she stood with this look on her face of, "if my baby doesn't win I just don't think I can go on living! :'("

The judges took pity.

Her son won first place.

Now before you go thinking that the parent has nothing to do with it. Let me tell you about the third place baby. He was adorable. His hair up in a feux-hawk. He was only in a little white onsie but you could just see him wearing a leather jacket and biker garbe.

Adorable!!!

His Mom, I can't even remember what she looked like, which means she was completely forgetable. Did her baby win, even though he really should have, no he didn't.

Like I said, not fair, and quite pathetic.

That is why I don't enter my kids in baby contests.

Even though I think that they are the cutest kids EVER!

;D

What you don't know is,

I may have exaggerated the state of the first place baby's mom,

The fist place baby had a shock of red hair that totally stood out against the white onesies,

And Bear may have really won 2nd only because he gave all the judges a high five followed by an undeniably adorable knuckle knock.

The knuckles apparently weren't enough to out do a shock of red hair.

Out of the Mouths of babes Meme, And Bear says...

"Huh, every one should know what zombies look like. I know what zombies look like, they have different heads. Different human heads, and they walk really sllllooooowwwwly."

What are your kids saying?

Post it on your blog, put a link to mine, then come and link your post below :D

The Fourth of July...

The Fourth of July was on Sunday.

We didn't buy and light fireworks.

We didn't go to the stadium of fire (we had tickets but sold them)

We didn't even have root beer floats.

I'm not worried about it.

We had some family over, we had a last minute, unplanned BBQ.

I prepared the food while Superman grilled it.

Mean while his parents shelled peas at the kitchen table.

We played baseball in the front yard.

We stole a peek at the neighbors fireworks.

Basically we lived the American dream.

We are grateful that we are able to live it.

We are grateful for this God gifted country.

We are grateful for those that protect it.

We know that should we ever need to defend it on our homeland we would without hesitation.

This is our country.

Our home.

We love it here.

If that isn't a celebration I don't know what is...

And Lyon says...

I was trying to give Lyon a calcium supplement.

He tasted it and said to me,

"Pleh! That's POISON!"

And Bear says...

Bear: Mom, are ponies horses?

Me: Yes.

Bear: Well, I only don't like ponies with pointy things on top.

Me: Lol, those are called unicorns.

Bear: Oh, well I don't like unicorns.

Dinner menu

I hate coming up with dinner menu's of course once I've got one decided, it's all downhill and easy fun from there, (you will understand what I mean by reading this post)

I have no problem coming up with a winter time menu.

Because I want hot meals.

During the summer its a whole lot harder, it makes me want to cry, "Help me!!!"

And I usually do, but this is one thing that Superman almost never comes to the rescue for.

So since I couldn't find any help out there on the internet, I am making my own, so perhaps I may help someone else out there with this same problem.

Here it is, my summer menu.

On my other blog.

Enjoy!

And Lyon says...

When I was out in Indiana visiting my sister I called my family on the phone.

When Lyon got on the line this is what he asked me,

"Mom, are you having a good time in DA'dana (Indiana)?"

Priceless :D

Email of the week...

Proposed 28th Amendment Please read!
Governors of 35 states have already filed suit against the Federal Government for imposing unlawful burdens upon them. It only takes 38 (> of the 50) States to convene a Constitutional Convention.

Really important! Hope you all do it!
This will take less than thirty seconds to read. If you agree, please pass it on.

An idea whose time has come

For too long we have been too complacent about the workings of Congress. Many citizens had no idea that members of Congress could retire with the same pay after only one term, that they didn't pay into Social Security, that they specifically exempted themselves from many of the laws they have passed (such as being exempt from any fear of prosecution for sexual harassment) while ordinary citizens must live under those laws. The latest is to exempt themselves from the Healthcare Reform...in all of its forms. Somehow, that doesn't seem logical. We do not have an elite that is above the law. I truly don't care if they are Democrat, Republican, Independent or whatever. The self-serving must stop. This is a good way to do that. It is an idea whose time has come.

Have each person contact a minimum of Twenty people on their Address list, in turn ask each of those to do likewise.
In three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message. This is one proposal that really should be passed around.

Proposed 28th Amendment to the United States Constitution
"Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United States that does not apply equally to the Senators and/or Representatives; and, Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators and/or Representatives that does not apply equally to the citizens of the United States ."

You are one of my 20.

***You know what this made me think:

It's no wonder people want to run for office.

I never got it before...

And Lyon says...

We had JUST put up this birthday sign for Fenix's birthday party.

I blew up a beach ball (one of Fenix's birthday presents) so Lyon could play with it.

He ran off with it having fun.

Shortly after he came back to me carrying both the beach ball and the birthday sign,

the one that I had just hung up =/

He said, "Mom, da party is over."

And if the party is over there is no need for the sign, lol!

PS- I received an award from Write for Delight!

Thanks Tahsha!

:D

I'm grateful.... Waterproof mattress pad review, sort of ;D

Today I am thankful for waterproof mattress covers.

And waterproof mattress pads.

I don't really think I need to gross you out with the details, but lets just say that my 2 year old's mattress has been saved from what could have been a fatal layer of.....er, um, grossness.

I'll tell you, these are the moments that I really know that there IS

a loving and caring Heavenly Father (God)

Lyon (my 2 year old) has his free agency, he can make his choices, though there are consequences, and neither me nor the Lord can stop him from making those choices.

He made a choice last night.

Oh, it was a choice all right, little stinker!

(Though even if it were an accident the same thought applies as to Heavenly Fathers help.)

That choice could have been today's torture, but it's not. Only because I have a waterproof mattress cover and a waterproof mattress pad covering his mattress. ;D

I know that Heavenly Father cares because only he could have had the forethought to inspire one of his children

( and I do think it came from Him)

to invent the waterproof mattress pad/cover.

I can see it now, a young mother crying over the loss or further stink of yet another mattress.

Then the idea.

"I could be spared this grief if the mattress were covered in plastic, the wetness then couldn't even reach the mattress, and all would be well!"

The inspiration coming from Heavenly Father of course.

All I can say is Thank the Lord!

And then, thank those who listened and then acted on that inspiration.

For otherwise my boys would be sleeping in stink, or I'd be out looking for another new mattress ;D

I'll admit it, I went to the midnight showing of Eclipse...

I'll also admit that Eclipse was awesome!

I loved it!

:D

Not in an over-the-top-now-I-am-going-to-watch-Eclipse-a-thousand-times kind of way.

I don't want to go into the why's and the why nots.

I don't want to talk about why the first two movies do not even compare with Eclipse.

I don't want to talk about team Jacob or team Edward

(I'm not on either team by the way)

I've actually decided that I really wish Zac Efron played the part of Edward.

What can I say the kid is hot.

Does that make me team Zac Efron?

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Anyway, loved the movie and I think you might too.

Assuming of course you even give a darn about the Twilight Saga ;D