Christmas Decoration Time

Yesterday driving with kids we saw our first blow up Santa popping out of the mobile home (true sign Xmas is upon us in Bellevue).  Did I mention we are the capital of blow-up Christmas decorations.  I mean, you are not truly in the spirit unless Santa is caught doing something totally unrelated to Christmas.  My favorite...Santa in the outhouse.  I laugh aloud every time I walk past.  But...not at our house.  We have nothing yet, which is normal.  But we also have NO BLOW UPS what-so-ever.  Much to my children's dismay.

TJ asks when we are going to put up our lights. I tell him we need to get them out of the attic. "What's the attic?" he asks. "The 3rd floor above your room, "I answer. To which he responds, "Oh...you mean the upstairs basement." Yes.

Then he asked if we could put a Mr. Softee out front. I was confused. I am thinking, an ice cream truck...really.  That could be novel.  Have I seen a blow up Santa at an ice cream truck yet in my one square mile town.  I think not.  I will show them all.  I will be original.  Then Adam Jr. clarified, "I think he means a FROSTY."

Can they hear us??

Yesterday I was trying to explain to TJ why I could not stop what I was doing (DRIVING) and turn around and re-buckle his seat belt for the 3rd time.  He had to do it himself.  He asked WHY?  as a good toddler does. 

I respond, "Because we could get in a wreck." 
"What's a wreck mommy?"
"A wreck is like a crash."
"Oh, and the police come?"  He inquires.

(I digress here, this is because I was late to pick him up the day before and I tried to explain that I had to wait behind a crash and wait for the police to let me through.  This fascinated him)

"Yes, that's right buddy, then the police would have to come."
"Hmm.  Do they come because they hear the CRASH mommy, from the police station?"

"No buddy, we can call them."

"Oh, that's right.  Their number is 1-1."

Almost...almost TJ.

Not the Church Lady

Ashley informed us once that she cannot sing in church because she doesn't want anyone to hear her voice. I reply, "But Ash, you have a lovely voice." She answers, "I know, and if everyone hears me and then I have fans and then there are like 100 or 1000 people following me around everywhere, I think that would be tiring. You know...like Justin Bieber." Seriously...best excuse for not singing in church EVER.

Like Father Like Son

At park with kids and I ask TJ if he wants to try the big slide and he responds, "hell yes!" I pretend I did not hear him and wonder what all the parents at ft. thomas park are staring at. ;)

He is way too sweet looking to have said something like that right? 

Except that his new favorite thing to do is sing and dance around the house yelling, "I like BIG BUTTS and I CAN NOT LIE!"  All while repeatedly hitting himself on the bottom.  I was so proud, and hit a new level of pride when just before leaving one day on a trip he adds, "I like MOMMY's BIG GIANT BUTT and  I can not lie!" 

No add-libbing please.

That's DISGUSTING!!! (Oh and Congratulations Aunt Sarah)

Today I said to TJ, "When you get older, I think the girls are going to want to kiss you." He replies, "That is DISGUSTING mommy, like a wedding or something?"

Congrats to Aunt Sarah and Uncle Andy on their recent wedding!! We Ruschmans had a blast.

Awkward pre-teen

This morning on the way to school Adam Jr. showed me a gorgeous, huge, green plastic ring that he lovingly wrapped in torn loose leaf paper and said, "THIS is for my girlfriend, Ella."  The girls chime in saying that he wrote her a song too, which sounds suspiciously like the new Justin Bieber song (hope he doesn't get a copyright infringement lawsuit for singing that one).  Then he sits down as we wait in the long line of folks trying to drop kids off at school.  I guess he was bored, because he chimes in again, "Jen, look, look....I can lick my own arm pit!"

Oh yeah, and yesterday he taught TJ how to incorporate the word "Fart" into any and every song that TJ once sang so sweetly.  "Twinkle, twinkle little fart...how I wonder if you fart."

Heaven isn't that far away...

My mom and dad had to put the family dog to sleep this week.  I tried to explain to TJ that the Casey would not be there any more for him to play with.  I told him that Casey had died and went to heaven to be with God.  He looked at me quizzically and asked, "Did he go to see baby Jesus too?"  I answered, "Yes buddy, God and baby Jesus."  Then he followed up with, "Are Jesus's friends there too?"  I replied, "Yes buddy, the Shepards, the wise men, they are all there."

He seemed satisfied with that answer.

Then Adam got home, and TJ says, "Daddy, Casey went to live with God and Baby Jesus, she's dead."