Thrills...

Have I mentioned that my husband and my brother-in-law are in the careers of sales? And I know from experience that they are both excellent sellers - because they have persuaded me to agree to something that I may one day regret... ;)

So we are now the proud owners of a motorcycle, aka crotch rocket, aka death machine. :D

Here is Jon sitting on his bike -


And Joel on the one he purchased -

And as much as I hate to admit it, I'm almost as excited about it as the boys...

I say almost because I'm not such a diehard about it that I would have to move the above mentioned motorcycle into my family room in the basement. Nor would I have come home for lunch from work to eat lunch while sitting on my motorcycle. Ahem, Jonathan.

What I've Learned...

1. Never leave a box of opened mints on the table in front of an 18-month old.


She WILL get her hand stuck in the box while she grabs at ALL of the mints at one time and is unwilling to let any of them go.





2. A child with an extreme shoe fetish WILL go into said child's mother's bedroom and find her mother's new nike shox and she WILL put them on her feet and WALK AROUND THE ENTIRE HOUSE, while still drinking from her sippy cup.



3. Leaving one's socks on the floor WILL lead to your 18-month old finding them, not only attempting to put them on, but also successfully placing them on the right appendage.



Too bad it appears she may be color blind. Apparently, she thought they would match her outfit!


4. Do not leave the high chair available without FIRST replacing the tray back onto the chair - otherwise you may find this...

Did I mention we have a barstool height table and chairs???

Wedding Extravaganza!