Ballet Night

Lastnight Tonya took Ashton to ballet class, so the men had the rule of the house. First of all, I think she was trying to get me back for something. Before she left, we fixed spaghetti and on her way out, she told me told me to make sure that I gave the kids a bath and then flew out of the door. Bath night is bad enough, but you can see the challenge that I was to have.

This kind of looks like a glamor shot.

We finally made it to the tub.

If you look close in the next two pictures, you can see that the boys were stained. Maybe mom will not notice.

Then Jackson and I took everybody downstairs to rock it out on Rock Band. The boys think they are stars for sure.

Now he's ready for an encore.

Look At This!

Well, it all started with the normal screams that are ever present in our house. I decided to look into the living room to see why Ashton was screaming this time. What I saw was Jackson chasing a screaming and crying Ashton. This wasn't out of the ordinary, but it did surprise me to see Ashton playing with a ball. Then I noticed she was not playing keep away. For some reason, Jackson had decided to cram her finger in the holes of a wiffle ball.

I then tried to pull it off, but her finger had swollen too much. It started to change color so I even called my fireman brother David. He told me to cut her finger off and then the ball would come right off, but I did not take his advice. Just kidding, he was a big help.

I did however find some pliers and cut it off, but it was tough.

Death Of A Blog

Well, it has only been since August 30th that I last blogged. This also means that if any of my past readers had any kind of life, they would have given up on my sorry blog a log time ago. I don't blame them. But I have to refer you to my very first blog entry when I stated in my man blog by-laws and I quote: "Every blog entry will be a gift". It will not be a gift because it has any notable content, but because I am pretty unreliable when it comes to this kind of thing. I will try to get back on the wagon. Just to fill you in, I am trying to come up with something interesting to blog about. I am told by my wonderful wife that I am going on a diet tomorrow. Maybe I could post before and after photos like those cheezy infomercials. You know the ones where in the fat picture the person looks like their dog just died and then they are skinny and have a new makeover. Or maybe I could bring back another stupid joke edition. Whatever it is, I can assure you it will probably not be worthy of one of Tonya's blogs. She has pretty high standards......that's apparent by her choice in men.