1of3, or the Birth of Hitler!

Knien vor Zod!

So today marks the 6th successful year my son has avoided sentencing for his war crimes angainst his brother. Being six means that everyone must do what you want to do all day, or you will morph into a 13 yr old brooding goth boy. LOL He was SOOOOOOO cute.

He wanted his way all day. I know I do on my B-Day, but he was hanging out with an 9 year old who believes that everyday is her birthday, soooooo.

I live in a 3rd world country. Some of the highest murder rates in the country, some of the worst schools, and is very seldom beat out for a top 10 spot of worse places to raise your children in the US. That said, it is a lot better than it use to be and I am not displeased with it. The whole point was to point out the one real good thing it has going for it, the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. This event is pretty damn cool.

See Darth Vader Balloon?! Yeah, it's that cool.

See all the cool balloons!!! Well we did at 5:30 am, right after I went to bed at 3 am, man getting up sucked. Though seeing the glow below:

somehow makes it all better. They do a dawn glow to light up the field with thousands of balloons. This was what 1of3 wanted first today, then off to Hinkle Family Fun center. ( Spell check thinks it should be Tinkle)

Imagine if Dave and Buster did crack, you would end up with Hinkle. It's not a bad place, but it's a touch ghetto. It was super fun for the kids though; go-cart races, Mcdonalds playland type thing, mini-golf, water cars with water cannons (these rock), and a rock climbing wall. Super fun.

Then off to Nana's to visit the model train exhibit down the street.

We then had a get together at the house with Mac and Cheese and fried apples. This was also super!

I will get some pictures up later.

(That top sentance says "Kneel before Zod!" in German.)

I always wanted a Doctor in the family

Potty Training... Never have 2 words struck such fear and terror into a parents heart. Well there is Drivers License, but I am not there yet.

To steal my sister's borg-ish but clever naming conventions, I shall refer to my kids in the order of their birth. 1of3, 2of3, and 3of3.

1of3 spoiled us; slept through the night 3rd day home, eats whatever is thrown, dropped, spilled, or left on a table days in advance of his coming, and by the age of 2 had fully potty trained himself.

So 2of3 is about to have his 4th birthday and lets just say, we are still very friendly with the Huggies. We've tried a lot of things. He just has this hang up. We can say, “Hey you have to go potty?" and he'll say, "no, I’m ok." and in the same breath, and I say the same breath because he just held it in to turn beet red and give a push. 30 seconds later there is no mistaking the smell.

So last week he gets sick. Get the runs. We give him Imodium AD or whatever the "Dear Lord, save us from the septic waste flowing from my sons butt onto any available surface... QUICK! PICK THE YOUNGEST UP! Too late." This week I hear the unmistakable farts that will lead up to a diaper change and 2of3 walks in and says "My stomach hurts, I need messin."

I look at him in awe and wonder. Is it possible he has just figured out that he can skip potty training if he never releases fecal matter again? After all he can pee in the loo just fine... he can spell his name in the snow for god's sake.

After a bit of investigation, he indeed has figured out that this medicine will prevent him from pooping... sadly though he does not know the price for the immediate glory. Like a clever Djinie in a lamp story, there is always a downside.

It's all about Whiskey....

In my sippy cup!

So I read my sisters blog daily now, cause we all need to feel better about ourselves... and thought man, I should hook up with some of that action. Now I am not very clever, but kids lend themselves to sharing... so here we go!