The Big Butt Continues

I've posted on this topic before, ya know how Steve taught the girls to sing, "Mommas got a big ol' butt oh yeah." 
It has been an interesting experience this song.  I get looks of disgust, of laughter, or shock. Most men find it amusing as if this is a great way to get your wife to trim down.  The brilliance of using your adorable children to translate the message.
It didn't really bother me until recently. Why? Well, you know how kids like to mix things up to be silly?
Well, this is not the song to do that with.  And the more Steve laughs, uncontrollably mind you, the more the girls get on going.
Here are some versions and you will quickly see why this song needs to stop.

• Mommas got a big ol' stick in her butt
• Mommas got a train in her ol' butt
• Mommas got a big ol' Daddy in her butt

This really isn't funny esp when the neighbors or teacher hear.  We look like one twisted, kinky family. This is one of his better "I didn't realize what would happen" creations.
Nice one Steve....damn-it.

Hippity Hop Dodge

Remember these..

They are hysterical!   The girl's Aunt Tammy sent them to them and they rock them daily.  I especially love sending them out front in the wide open space to get all the last minute wiggles out.  Tonight, however, Steve took hippity hops to a whole new level.

The girls are clumsy enough on them because for one they are difficult to bounce on for first timers and they are also just a hair too short for them so they are forever rolling forward.

L is the funniest because she doesn't seem to display that caution instinct most others are born with.  I'm pretty sure that is due to the crazinss in which Steve plays with them.

Anyway this evening he picked one up and tossed it in the air.  It landed....on L.  I held my breath to see what the outcome was.  A trip to the hospital.  A wailing child.  An injury.   Low and behold laughter filled the neighborhood and so it began.

I sat on the porch and let the tears roll down my face as the tossed the balls at the girls.  We decided the direct landing on the head wasn't very smart but the ones that landed behind and right in front of them were hysterical.  The girls went flying in every direction and it only took a few good fumbles before they learned to zig-zag and dodge.

It was almost 9:00 before I realized it and I encountereda rough battle of rallying the girls up for bed.

This is definitely going on the list of "how to tire out your kids before bed" list.

TV Hoarder

Is he a hoarder?  I love this man because he is super quirky.  He wants things clean but then he takes stuff left and right from people so he can fix it up or because it isn't trash; or so he thinks.  He also loves TV so there are TVs in every room of the house except our daughters bedrooms.  There is even a TV in the bathroom and kitchen.  A few summers ago he had a TV on the deck.  That was kind of cool though.
But this morning as he was ranting and raving about all the junk in the garage so he took some left over wood and built a fence.  This fence, inside the garage, is strictly for the girls toys.  Pretty brilliant, I will give him that.

Now back to my original question and the conversation of TVs. As I'm moving the girls stuff into the fenced area I noticed that there are 6 TVs in the garage...SIX...6. All old school. I told him to toss them and he would have plenty of room but he said no they are all good. Whatever, his garage, but seriously how old are these things!?