I hate girls but not all girls

This is late but oh well.  Friday, the day after Thanksgiving and day before OU OSU football game, we were telling the kids in the car that they had a new babysitter coming Saturday. 

Addison asked "What is her name"?  

Kim - "Her name is Tristian"

Bryson - "Is Tristan a girl?  I hate girls." 

Kim - "Oh Bryson.  You like Lauren, Alex and Janae and they are girls. 

Addison - Yeah, Lauren, Alex and Janae are girls. 

Bryson - "I like those kind." 

Bryson - "I like Bumper and she's a girl."

I don't like girls ... just the girls I like.  

My conclusion - He will be very selective about who he's dating. ;)

Daddy got a big hug

After losing the water gun race yet with sharpshooter precision I had about given up. Then Bryson decided he could do it. I put him in my lap, held his hands steady, yet no sharpshooter precision this round and voila ... we won!  When asked by the carney what I wanted I announced Hello Kitty and heard excitement out of my baby girl.  Hello Kitty and daddy got big hugs!

Texas State Fair and Angry birds

Talk about the most pre-meditated state fair plan. Two weeks ago, I trapped myself by discussing winning stuffed animals and prizes with the kids. Well ..... daddy came through.

This trip should be cheaper

One day later after saving a draft of this ...... Kim and I are headed to Poetry, Texas this weekend. Not for any reading event but to stay with Chief Chicken Cooker John McKenzie, go to the State Fair, Texas OU game and, per my daughter's request, win a pretty animal.

Two weeks ago Mr. CCC suggested we take kids to the fair on opening day which just so happened to be the day after we all went to see the Rangers play Oakland. I think you could say that we were 2 and a half men and a girlie girl. More to come. Stay posted.

Napoli and hambone

1st game in real uni's

My teeball girl

She had her choice of flowers, butterflies and other colorful girlie stickers and this is what she chose. :-)

Hello Kitty!

I can't believe I haven't posted this big time event. Rewind to the last week of June in San Antonio and my ears observed that Addison should get ears pierced for her birthday on behalf of granna to I will take her to have it done next weekend. If I ever had a thoroughbred race horse I might name it Granna because that decision advanced 2 months in one breath. Of course my observations always differ the female race.

We are now a 4 yr old ear-pierced girl with hello Kitty starters. Notice I qualified that with 'ear'?  She is very proud of this too.  All she talks about is getting ear rings for her birthday. I already feel sorry for her husband.

Monkeys

Just a couple of monkeys.  That's all I have to say in this post.

Thats country

Some day we may be saying Bryson was country when country in shorts was uncool.  He's made the switch this year from the caddy shack rubber boots look to ... well ... something else.

Bumblebee ready for take off

Headed to San Antonio. Abigail the rabbit is accompanying Addison. The Weekly Us is keeping mom occupied.

So beautiful

The torture of having a sister

So I'm working outside ... front of house and I hear some girl commotion.  I look up my driveway and Bryson has obviously agreed being an Addison Salon customer since business has been slow.  I've heard it all too like "I'm going to follow that beautiful boy" to "your hair is so beautiful" and "you look so cute". I am now convinced she is having a 'I want a sister' syndrome. 

I had a bad dream

Getting ready to go to bed and thinking about what is in store for me (daddy) personally in the next 24 hours ... and I have decided to expect/plan for another cute irresistible moment via my son. He has been coming into our bedroom very late night / early morning about 1x-2x weekly with this statement - "Daddy, I taked a bad nap".   When much younger, we would be woken up by crying, hurry to their bedroom and ask many times, "Did you have a bad dream?" First, regardless of what he actually is saying it is super-hard to say no and second, he says it like he has been awake for 30 minutes and rehearsed it before coming into our bedroom.  On two different occasions I've had the strength to resist by directing him back to his bed but the more I hear him say it, the more I give in. Here's to predicting another "Daddy, I taked a bad nap" night. What Daddy could actually resist?

Mother's Day Essential Errand

Luckily he isn't so glued to Mommy so we can find her some nice flowers.  Addison ... well ... will throw a female fit because we had to do this without her bc she wouldn't go with us.

Our 'do' for dance pics. Pics at noon. Soccer at 1pm. Nothing like daddy's princess showing up with hair in multi level bun, eye shadow and bright red lipstick and play the game.

Janae's styling services at 9am.  Dance pics at noon. Soccer at 1pm. Nothing like daddy's princess having to play the entire soccer game in a multi-level bun, eye shadow and bright red lipstick. Unfortunately the 4-5 yr old boys on the opposing team do not have enough testosterone to have been distracted by a hot chick on the opposing team. We got beat 7-1.

Big Daddy's 70th

Big D and Little B on his 70th. Bryson is probably on his 1,000th gram of sugar.

Sharing

There is nothing like sharing the potty with dad while whizzing - of course - and he's jacked up because he "beat me".  Son, after 46 yrs my bladder is fairly stretched out ... holds much more.

Hangin' out

We are riding the Texas State Railroad. I believe he was more excited two years ago. The ticket dude just scolded us. Snoop dog's ridin wit uf. We are waiting on other Peanuts gangsters.  Easter bunnies made the trip too loaded with baskets of goodies.  These kind of bunnies don't have big booties.

Kids Say the Darndest Things

Tonight Kim went through the check-off list of what they did in terms of good or bad behaviors. Kim asked Bryson if he picked his boogers today. Bryson responded "I did but it was an accident Mommy."

Friday night we had a nice Spanish Rose wine, compliments of Tina's mother. I let him have a tiny sip right upfront so he would not be asking me a thousand times. He certainly made a sour face. 1 minute later he said "That stuff is really yuckie. Can I have some more?"  The beginnings of a wino?

My other Valentine

Confused after reading the last blog post and seeing this? I didn't see her on Valentine's day so she got her gifts on the evening of the 15th. I have never seen her eyes light up and the expressions in the way they did that night. She held that look for minutes ... and made it easy for me to run to study to get my phone, come back and capture the moment.

I'm gonna kill you daddy!

Well not literally ... at least now at the age of four; but can you imagine how she would react if I did this when she is 12 or 13? I SURE AS HELL AINT going to do this starting at 14!
She's about as girlie girl as they get. Daddy made a big hit last night by bringing home pink carnations and the heart shaped pillow you see in the pic. I got so many thank you's and I love you's I was on daddy cloud 9.  Daddy is one blessed dad.

Something beat out Wii Mario

For some sweet reason Bryson actually walked away from his Mario game. It is just sugar-related. What else? Glad Mario doesn't spit out sweet tarts out of the TV. 

Mad Cow disease has been eradicated

Neither of the kids have been beef eaters.  Once in a while Addison has ate seasoned taco meat though. Just a few days ago Bryson decided he liked beef fajita meat.  It seems the kitchen island Kim prepares food on is a food fantasy island for Bryson. There are many things he'll eat at the island - mainly green veggies Kim has chopped - but I'll be damned if he will eat it 5 minutes later on his plate at the table. Well lo and behold he still liked at the table too. He even told us how much he liked it.

Now for awhile I theorized that Kim had subjected him to some old Oprah reruns when she went to Amarillo and sabotaged the beef industry.

Speaking of old times, I hated steaks as a young 'un. They were tough and you needed 5 stomachs to digest daddy's steaks.  Maybe those steaks contributed to my TMJ condition. Who knows. Also we didn't have fajitas in Bangs, Texas growing up. Fajitas would have been the perfect red meat introduction to my young life. I would likely be 6 feet tall if I would have appreciated beef.  I would have been able to throw a pass over my offensive line too.

I'm glad Bryson will grow up without the emtional scars I developed due to the lack of fajita meat. Here's to hoping he never stops liking beef fajitas! Watching my son eat chicken and fries at a Mexican food restaurant embarrasses Dad.