A few weeks ago I was saying goodnight to Timmy and absent-mindedly picked a feather off his blanket. I made some small (and probably dumb) joke at the time - something about a party in his room at night. He got very quiet (BIG clue that something serious is coming) and very serious.
He looked at me and said that he we need to clean his room. I asked why . . . . .
"Because I have chickens in my room!"
Chickens?
Well, duh! The feather on his blanket was OBVIOUSLY from the free roaming chicken that apparently is a mute and only shows up at night (Vampire chicken? Maybe we should start keeping garlic in his room) . . . .
NOT from his feather pillow.
Remember, we are in the World of Timmy . . . . .
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Happy (belated) Birthday Nick!!!
Yes, this is a few weeks late - but I was with Nick on his real birthday so only the this part is late! So there! (that thud was me stomping my foot)
Sorry - reverted back to childhood for a moment . . . .
What can I say about Nick? There are very few kids that I would do just about anything for and that I love like they are my own - Nick is one of them. What started out as a little friendship made during a town rec baseball session has quickly turned into a new version of The Three Musketeers. Nick and Andrew became fast friends and they have gotten even closer as they have grown. They have been in the same class for two years in a row (still shaking my head on that fact) so that means that I get to see Nick and his beautiful smiling face whenever I am in school. That beautiful smiling face quickly turns into rolling eyes and laughter when he sees me and I love it!
Andrew and Nick are very similar. They are quiet, shy, studious, and light on their feet. World class athletes. Sorry. I was thinking of someone else. Nick has to be one of the most accident prone people I have ever met. Seriously. He is the only person I have known that has given himself a paper cut on his eye. No, I am not kidding - I was there when it happened.
I love this kid - he can laugh at himself and make us laugh. He has one-liners that make me proud to call him my pseudo-son. He can deal with his little sister like a champ . . . . and by that I mean he hasn't killed her yet. Just that part alone makes him amazing!
He is a smart, funny, and sweet young man and I know Jennifer and Chris are incredibly proud of him. I am happy to be a part of his life and have the chance to watch him grow and mature (*cough*). I am also happy that I am around to take the pictures and witness the stories that make Nick who he is. He is one of my son's best friends and I can't ask for a better person for Andrew to be friends with.
Happy belated Birthday Nick!!! We love ya kiddo!
Sorry - reverted back to childhood for a moment . . . .
What can I say about Nick? There are very few kids that I would do just about anything for and that I love like they are my own - Nick is one of them. What started out as a little friendship made during a town rec baseball session has quickly turned into a new version of The Three Musketeers. Nick and Andrew became fast friends and they have gotten even closer as they have grown. They have been in the same class for two years in a row (still shaking my head on that fact) so that means that I get to see Nick and his beautiful smiling face whenever I am in school. That beautiful smiling face quickly turns into rolling eyes and laughter when he sees me and I love it!
Andrew and Nick are very similar. They are quiet, shy, studious, and light on their feet. World class athletes. Sorry. I was thinking of someone else. Nick has to be one of the most accident prone people I have ever met. Seriously. He is the only person I have known that has given himself a paper cut on his eye. No, I am not kidding - I was there when it happened.
I love this kid - he can laugh at himself and make us laugh. He has one-liners that make me proud to call him my pseudo-son. He can deal with his little sister like a champ . . . . and by that I mean he hasn't killed her yet. Just that part alone makes him amazing!
He is a smart, funny, and sweet young man and I know Jennifer and Chris are incredibly proud of him. I am happy to be a part of his life and have the chance to watch him grow and mature (*cough*). I am also happy that I am around to take the pictures and witness the stories that make Nick who he is. He is one of my son's best friends and I can't ask for a better person for Andrew to be friends with.
Happy belated Birthday Nick!!! We love ya kiddo!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Happy Birthday Timmy!!!!!!
Hello?? Anybody out there??? Yes, I know it's been . . . . . a bit since I have updated. Ok, as one friend so kindly pointed out, it's been a long time. No, I wasn't locked in a closet or anything - although that would have been kind of nice . . . I could sleep, read, hear myself talk . . . . anyway, we have been busy!! Not to fear though, my boys have not become normal and continue to amaze us daily with their tidbits of wisdom. Yes, wisdom. I have to think of it that way or I will be even more nervous for my future with this generation at the helm!!
So, now on to the more important things . . . . .
It's Timmy's birthday - our baby is six today!! I can't believe it - I am amazed that his cuteness and witty remarks have let him live to his sixth birthday. I guess miracles DO happen!!
Just this morning I was asked to describe Tim and I realized how hard that is. He is Tim. Just Tim. so trying to describe him is tough. The things that I love most about him are also the things that I find the most frustrating at times. He is very kind, passionate, philosophical, stubborn, believes in a just world, passionate, stubborn, empathetic, philosophical, stubborn, passionate . . . . . basically, he is a six year old hippie. I wish I could say I don't know where he gets these traits, but I know that some people would either laugh at me or spit whatever they are currently drinking on their computer screen - or both.
When I look at him, I see a child that is ready to take on the world and help every single person and animal that he can. I see a child that doesn't see the bad in people and wants to be friends with everyone he meets. I see a child who doesn't see differences in people and will play dolls, Legos, and cats (don't ask - I have no idea) with his friends at school. I see a child that can make me laugh with one look or sound. I see a child that loves his family and close friends unconditionally and would do anything to help those close to him. I see a child that would rather do without or suffer in silence rather than "bother" anyone. I see a child that doesn't care about typical girl/boy stereotypes and has two girls as his best friends. I see a child that loves life will do anything to make our lives and our planet a better place.
When I look at Tim, I see my brother. (Yes, it scares me to say that) I am so incredibly proud of my Tim for being brave enough to be his own person. I am proud to say that I named my son after my brother and I am proud that my Tim is so much like Big Tim. (usually) I know that there will be bumps in his road of life and I hope that he can weather them as well as my parents weathered my brother's bumps. I also hope that my Tim can weather them with the same courage and conviction that Big Tim weathered his.
He is forging his own path in life and we are along for the ride. It has already been a fun, hysterical, lovable, and at times frustrating ride with many stops and side trips along the way. I can't wait to see what the next few years bring us . . . . . . I am sure it will be just as exciting!!
Wait, with Timmy in the driver's seat I KNOW it will be exciting! We all just need to buckle up for the wild ride ahead!!
So, Happy Birthday to my little hippie!!! I love you, Timmy!!!!!!
So, now on to the more important things . . . . .
It's Timmy's birthday - our baby is six today!! I can't believe it - I am amazed that his cuteness and witty remarks have let him live to his sixth birthday. I guess miracles DO happen!!
Just this morning I was asked to describe Tim and I realized how hard that is. He is Tim. Just Tim. so trying to describe him is tough. The things that I love most about him are also the things that I find the most frustrating at times. He is very kind, passionate, philosophical, stubborn, believes in a just world, passionate, stubborn, empathetic, philosophical, stubborn, passionate . . . . . basically, he is a six year old hippie. I wish I could say I don't know where he gets these traits, but I know that some people would either laugh at me or spit whatever they are currently drinking on their computer screen - or both.
When I look at him, I see a child that is ready to take on the world and help every single person and animal that he can. I see a child that doesn't see the bad in people and wants to be friends with everyone he meets. I see a child who doesn't see differences in people and will play dolls, Legos, and cats (don't ask - I have no idea) with his friends at school. I see a child that can make me laugh with one look or sound. I see a child that loves his family and close friends unconditionally and would do anything to help those close to him. I see a child that would rather do without or suffer in silence rather than "bother" anyone. I see a child that doesn't care about typical girl/boy stereotypes and has two girls as his best friends. I see a child that loves life will do anything to make our lives and our planet a better place.
When I look at Tim, I see my brother. (Yes, it scares me to say that) I am so incredibly proud of my Tim for being brave enough to be his own person. I am proud to say that I named my son after my brother and I am proud that my Tim is so much like Big Tim. (usually) I know that there will be bumps in his road of life and I hope that he can weather them as well as my parents weathered my brother's bumps. I also hope that my Tim can weather them with the same courage and conviction that Big Tim weathered his.
He is forging his own path in life and we are along for the ride. It has already been a fun, hysterical, lovable, and at times frustrating ride with many stops and side trips along the way. I can't wait to see what the next few years bring us . . . . . . I am sure it will be just as exciting!!
Wait, with Timmy in the driver's seat I KNOW it will be exciting! We all just need to buckle up for the wild ride ahead!!
So, Happy Birthday to my little hippie!!! I love you, Timmy!!!!!!
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| A proud and happy Timmy! |
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| Tim 1 and Tim 2 |
Friday, November 19, 2010
On top of spaghetti . . . . . .
So the other night we sat down to eat dinner. Not a huge deal to most families but those of you who know us, know that Timmy is a TERRIBLE eater. (*ahem*) He didn't eat pizza until he was four. Seriously. Now he can't get enough of it. Until this summer you would think that asking him to eat mac-n-cheese equated to ripping each of his fingers off with pliers. Now he does a happy dance when they have it for lunch or dinner. Let's not even talk about the time we had him try scrambled eggs - I am pretty sure a neighbor was ready to call CPS. OK, he still isn't a fan of eggs.
For the longest time, his dinner would be fries. Not chicken & fries or a hot dog & fries - just fries. We started to bribe him if he would eat ONE chicken tender. Now before you think we are terrible people and feed the boys junk - he loves fruit, yogurt, and healthy snacks. They don't drink soda and chose milk or water over juice. He would eat salsa with a spoon if we let him. When I make salads with peppers, I have to build Ft. Knox around the cutting board so he won't eat them all. So if the kid wants fries, I am not going to argue - it isn't worth it. Remember, we are talking Timmy - Mr. Relentless.
Last year he finally started to eat chicken. Guess what? He loves it. Now the little snot has decided that he likes chicken more than he likes fries. Welcome to the Wonderful World of Timmy. One kind of meat down, lots more to go.
We decided to push the limits the other night at dinner . . . . . a meatball. To be more specific, a turkey meatball. Why not? Thanksgiving is coming up - regular turkey would be child's play after a meatball!! So, we put it on a small plate next to his pasta and waited. He cried and whined. We laughed. (that was in our Parenting 101 book)
He looked at it and poked it (yes, poked it). Then he smelled it. Honest - I can't make this up. Then came the quote of the night . . . . .
Timmy: "What's the stuff that smells so good?"
Me: "A candle?"
Rich: "My dinner?"
Andrew: ((not suitable for this blog - let's just say he was proud of the odor))
Timmy: "NO!!!! I remember!!!! CHICKEN!!!!"
*dog head tilt*
Seriously? Chicken?
Then we got back to the task at hand - the meatball. He asked what it tasted like. Ummmmmm . . . . a turkey meatball? We lied. We told him chicken - he seemed to be on a roll with chicken so why not go with it? (that was also in Parenting 101 - maybe we got a bad copy?)
Then came the moment - something I never thought would happen. Timmy actually complained that something was too cold to eat and asked us to reheat it. I almost passed out! To say he likes his food tepid is an understatement. There have been times when I want to just toss a frozen hot dog on a plate with some ranch and ketsup for his dinner.
Once we got over the initial shock, we quickly reheated the meatball. After giving it the once over (more like third over), he "tasted" it. Then we made him *really* taste it.
And the verdict? He liked it! He really liked it!
Maybe this Thanksgiving we can all have a REAL Thanksgiving dinner!!!!
*oh - just so ya know, his pasta that night had no sauce and no cheese . . . . baby steps, people.
For the longest time, his dinner would be fries. Not chicken & fries or a hot dog & fries - just fries. We started to bribe him if he would eat ONE chicken tender. Now before you think we are terrible people and feed the boys junk - he loves fruit, yogurt, and healthy snacks. They don't drink soda and chose milk or water over juice. He would eat salsa with a spoon if we let him. When I make salads with peppers, I have to build Ft. Knox around the cutting board so he won't eat them all. So if the kid wants fries, I am not going to argue - it isn't worth it. Remember, we are talking Timmy - Mr. Relentless.
Last year he finally started to eat chicken. Guess what? He loves it. Now the little snot has decided that he likes chicken more than he likes fries. Welcome to the Wonderful World of Timmy. One kind of meat down, lots more to go.
We decided to push the limits the other night at dinner . . . . . a meatball. To be more specific, a turkey meatball. Why not? Thanksgiving is coming up - regular turkey would be child's play after a meatball!! So, we put it on a small plate next to his pasta and waited. He cried and whined. We laughed. (that was in our Parenting 101 book)
He looked at it and poked it (yes, poked it). Then he smelled it. Honest - I can't make this up. Then came the quote of the night . . . . .
Timmy: "What's the stuff that smells so good?"
Me: "A candle?"
Rich: "My dinner?"
Andrew: ((not suitable for this blog - let's just say he was proud of the odor))
Timmy: "NO!!!! I remember!!!! CHICKEN!!!!"
*dog head tilt*
Seriously? Chicken?
Then we got back to the task at hand - the meatball. He asked what it tasted like. Ummmmmm . . . . a turkey meatball? We lied. We told him chicken - he seemed to be on a roll with chicken so why not go with it? (that was also in Parenting 101 - maybe we got a bad copy?)
Then came the moment - something I never thought would happen. Timmy actually complained that something was too cold to eat and asked us to reheat it. I almost passed out! To say he likes his food tepid is an understatement. There have been times when I want to just toss a frozen hot dog on a plate with some ranch and ketsup for his dinner.
Once we got over the initial shock, we quickly reheated the meatball. After giving it the once over (more like third over), he "tasted" it. Then we made him *really* taste it.
And the verdict? He liked it! He really liked it!
Maybe this Thanksgiving we can all have a REAL Thanksgiving dinner!!!!
*oh - just so ya know, his pasta that night had no sauce and no cheese . . . . baby steps, people.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Electric Boogaloo
Ya know how most parents get nervous when their kids are quiet? We don't get nervous, we are terrified! Thankfully the other night wasn't one of those times . . . . . quiet is the total opposite of what they were. What scared us is that they were in our bedroom. They had just finished up showers and were supposed to be watching Johnny Test (a current favorite in the Buck house) and settling before heading to bed . . . . yeah, not so much.
They were loud and laughing. Like crazy. Then we heard some thumps. And more laughter. Then kind of a sproingy noise (yes, a technical term). More laughter.
Then we heard, "Andrew! Watch this!"
That was our cue . . . . .
Rich was the brave one that went in (ok, so he is the only one of us that can walk right now!) . . . . and this is what I heard:
Rich: "Are you guys jumping on our bed!?!"
Timmy: "No!! We are breakdancing!"
What he really meant: "Duh dad! We know we aren't allowed to jump on your bed! And since we are such good kids that ALWAYS listen, we just find loopholes in the rules! There was never any mention of no breakdancing!"
Now we need to go through all rules and find loopholes. We are in trouble!! *sigh*
They were loud and laughing. Like crazy. Then we heard some thumps. And more laughter. Then kind of a sproingy noise (yes, a technical term). More laughter.
Then we heard, "Andrew! Watch this!"
That was our cue . . . . .
Rich was the brave one that went in (ok, so he is the only one of us that can walk right now!) . . . . and this is what I heard:
Rich: "Are you guys jumping on our bed!?!"
Timmy: "No!! We are breakdancing!"
What he really meant: "Duh dad! We know we aren't allowed to jump on your bed! And since we are such good kids that ALWAYS listen, we just find loopholes in the rules! There was never any mention of no breakdancing!"
Now we need to go through all rules and find loopholes. We are in trouble!! *sigh*
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Happy Ventress Day!!!!!!!!
Hello!!!!!! I know, it has been a LONGGGGGGGGGG time since you have heard from the Buck Family! We have been busy - these darned kids seem to have activities, school, and a social life!
I couldn't think of a better way to get back than to blogging than to wish everyone a Happy Ventress Day! Yes, you heard me, Happy Ventress Day. Never heard of it? Me either! All I know is that Timmy came home from school yesterday all excited to have the day off to honor Ventress. I was shocked! A full day to honor a Clone Wars character? Wow! I must be really missing out on the new holidays! Rich always jokes about how the kids get every holiday under the sun off (I won't mention that in high school we once got a day off for beating his high school in basketball - seriously). As we talked and Timmy told us that he made a wreath for Ventress I got even MORE confused (it must be the pain meds - or lack-there-of). Why does Ventress need a wreath? Is she going on Survivor and needs an immunity necklace? Is she trying to impress some Dark Jedi?
So then Andrew translated . . . . . Happy VETERAN'S DAY!!!!
Don't think that Andrew is getting off scott free . . . . In honor of all of our brave men and women that fought for us, he made a card for out local VA. I asked what he wrote on the card and was so impressed . . . . He thanked them for their service and told them how brave they are. He thanked them again for giving up a lot to keep us safe and said he hoped that they were OK after being in the war . . . . and then came his closer:
"Are you in the Air Force or not?"
Love, Andrew
*sigh*
I couldn't think of a better way to get back than to blogging than to wish everyone a Happy Ventress Day! Yes, you heard me, Happy Ventress Day. Never heard of it? Me either! All I know is that Timmy came home from school yesterday all excited to have the day off to honor Ventress. I was shocked! A full day to honor a Clone Wars character? Wow! I must be really missing out on the new holidays! Rich always jokes about how the kids get every holiday under the sun off (I won't mention that in high school we once got a day off for beating his high school in basketball - seriously). As we talked and Timmy told us that he made a wreath for Ventress I got even MORE confused (it must be the pain meds - or lack-there-of). Why does Ventress need a wreath? Is she going on Survivor and needs an immunity necklace? Is she trying to impress some Dark Jedi?
So then Andrew translated . . . . . Happy VETERAN'S DAY!!!!
Don't think that Andrew is getting off scott free . . . . In honor of all of our brave men and women that fought for us, he made a card for out local VA. I asked what he wrote on the card and was so impressed . . . . He thanked them for their service and told them how brave they are. He thanked them again for giving up a lot to keep us safe and said he hoped that they were OK after being in the war . . . . and then came his closer:
"Are you in the Air Force or not?"
Love, Andrew
*sigh*
Friday, October 1, 2010
Duke
Duke. I am guessing that some of you are wondering who Duke is. Duke Jupiter? Nope. Duke Ellington? Nada. Duke University? Try again. The Genesis album Duke? Sadly, no.
So, who is Duke? Duke is the new dog.
What? New dog? You are probably thinking that we are totally off our rockers - even more so than usual. Dog!?!?! Yes, we already have two dogs and a cat (and two kids). But Timmy really wanted Duke. REALLY wanted Duke. He promised to take care of him and hug him and love him . . . I wanted to call him George. He said that he would feed Duke - they already feed the dogs as part of their allowance so that part I knew was true. He even got Duke a leash!! What about making sure Duke got exercise? Timmy said he would do it. What about cleaning up after Duke and watching him? He SWORE he would. He promised. I believed him.
Why on God's green (and soggy) earth did I believe him? I will say that he did run around and play with Duke - a lot for the first few days. Andrew even played with Duke.
But guess who Duke slept with at night? Us. Why? "Mom - Duke HAS to sleep with you - he kept me up alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll night barking and whining!" (picture it with slumped shoulders, hands dragging down to the floor, and exasperated and annoyed voice)
*sigh*
I shouldn't have been surprised - I knew it would happen. Who listens to a five year old?
Things went well for a few days . . . . .
Then it happened. Timmy came down with very sad eyes and the corners of his mouth touching his shoulders. Duke was hurt.
That was an understatement. Duke was beyond hurt - there was no help for Duke. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Duke back together again.
Duke had popped.
Whoa. Back the bus up! POPPED!?!?!
Yup.
Duke was a balloon. Yes, a balloon. A dog balloon. No - not a balloon shaped like a dog (that would make WAY too much sense for this family). Duke was a plain old balloon that Timmy blew up and tied a ribbon around. Go ahead, shake your head. Laugh. Do the dog head tilt. We did.
We don't know why - we didn't ask because it's pointless.
Don't worry about Timmy though - his grief lasted a whopping 3.5 seconds and then he was asking me for another balloon. Then we spent a few hours trying to think of a new name. I was still pushing for George. Timmy came up with the name - Duke!
(seriously - I can't make this stuff up!)
So, who is Duke? Duke is the new dog.
What? New dog? You are probably thinking that we are totally off our rockers - even more so than usual. Dog!?!?! Yes, we already have two dogs and a cat (and two kids). But Timmy really wanted Duke. REALLY wanted Duke. He promised to take care of him and hug him and love him . . . I wanted to call him George. He said that he would feed Duke - they already feed the dogs as part of their allowance so that part I knew was true. He even got Duke a leash!! What about making sure Duke got exercise? Timmy said he would do it. What about cleaning up after Duke and watching him? He SWORE he would. He promised. I believed him.
Why on God's green (and soggy) earth did I believe him? I will say that he did run around and play with Duke - a lot for the first few days. Andrew even played with Duke.
But guess who Duke slept with at night? Us. Why? "Mom - Duke HAS to sleep with you - he kept me up alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll night barking and whining!" (picture it with slumped shoulders, hands dragging down to the floor, and exasperated and annoyed voice)
*sigh*
I shouldn't have been surprised - I knew it would happen. Who listens to a five year old?
Things went well for a few days . . . . .
Then it happened. Timmy came down with very sad eyes and the corners of his mouth touching his shoulders. Duke was hurt.
That was an understatement. Duke was beyond hurt - there was no help for Duke. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Duke back together again.
Duke had popped.
Whoa. Back the bus up! POPPED!?!?!
Yup.
Duke was a balloon. Yes, a balloon. A dog balloon. No - not a balloon shaped like a dog (that would make WAY too much sense for this family). Duke was a plain old balloon that Timmy blew up and tied a ribbon around. Go ahead, shake your head. Laugh. Do the dog head tilt. We did.
We don't know why - we didn't ask because it's pointless.
Don't worry about Timmy though - his grief lasted a whopping 3.5 seconds and then he was asking me for another balloon. Then we spent a few hours trying to think of a new name. I was still pushing for George. Timmy came up with the name - Duke!
(seriously - I can't make this stuff up!)
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| Timmy and Duke, Sr. in happier days |
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