Go Bucky!

Fine.  If they're gonna be cute about it, I'll forgive them for not taking me.

Alex was super excited to watch the Badgers live.  And even more so when he realized he got to watch the cheerleaders and dance squad during time outs instead of suffering through commercials on TV.

Big Brother

Sam is not feeling super great.  I think he's working on some more teeth, which leads to congestion and fever.  Fun!  Last night was not a restful night for him.  And during one of his grumpy fits around 3am, I heard Alex's door open.  Within seconds, a groggy, eyes half closed, blanket cape wearing Alex came through Sam's door with one thing to say..."Is there anything I can do to help?"

Everything is Under Control

Alex was all sorts of not wanting to go to school yesterday morning.  After a lot of reminding him that he likes it at school and that it's not that many hours until he's done for the day and that I will see him at the end of the day, we were back on track and smiling.  So, we started getting suited up in winter gear and realized I couldn't find his boots.  Did he know where they were?  Nope.  Did he leave them at school?  Nope.  Is he sure?  Did he wear them from school to daycare?  Yeeeeeessss, Mom.

Well shit.  Then we must have left them at daycare.

So, I rearranged my morning routine, told Alex he was going to be a "car drop off" which he was completely thrilled about for some reason, and off we went to daycare to drop Sam off and retrieve the allusive boots.  But they weren't there.  They weren't in his regular room.  They weren't in the other big kid room.  After the second scouring of his regular room, it hit me.  The boots were in my truck.  Right where I put them the day before after I said, "Hey buddy, can  you please carry your backpack and I'll grab your boots."

Yep.  I said that outloud, grabbed the boots, put them in the truck, and then completely forgot about them.

Slacker

One of us finished our before bed bottle.  

Two Down

Alex lost his second tooth last night.  It had been loose for a while now and when he pushed on it with his tongue, it would jut out at about a 45 degree angle.  While he was in the bath last night, he kept playing with it, so I told him if he grabbed it with his thumb and finger and wiggled it while pulling up a little bit, it would probably come out.  He immediately grabbed and started wiggling it as I looked the other way gagging.  And within a couple seconds he proudly announced he got it.  I turned around to see a glob of spitty blood in his hand and the tiniest little tooth ever.  He was incredibly proud of himself, and quickly made a request to call Grandpa Z to tell him.

After books at bed time, he asked if the toothfairy was going to come.  Heck yes she is!  And what did he think/hope the toothfairy would leave him?  90¢ and  KitKat.  I'm bettin' she'll come through kiddo.

Man he was excited to show me the toothfairy came...at 5:52 this morning.

Close Quarters

Claire thinks a selfie stick is a good idea.  Can't imagine where she would get that silly idea...

Boys

This is what happens when I leave Travis home to put the boys to bed so I can go out with some friends:

"Alex's UnderJam ripped.  Nailed it!"

Yep, that's duct tape.