What is a Trash Can?

I must be confused because when I went to get my laundry basket I found it in the closet.
Not so unusual but instead of clothes being in there I found trash.
Steve was cleaning and instead of getting an actual trashcan he grabbed the laundry basket.
I'm pretty sure he found this basket in the bathroom next to an actual trashcan.

The Supervising Doesn't End Today

I thought maybe, just maybe this was the night all manner of supervising my husband with the girls might end.   We have a heavy bag that hangs in the garage; great stress reliever.  The girls like to punch it and apparently hang on it.

I usually don’t find out about these types of shenanigans until someone gets hurt so when I came home tonight and L started spilling the beans, Steve looked at me and said everyone is fine but I won’t be doing that again.

Doing what again?

Letting them hang onto the heavy bag chains and wrap their legs around the body and spin it.

WHAT?

L went flying off.  Luckily she landed on the ground with grace and didn’t get hurt.

So that is why I will continue to worry about them when he watches them….haha!

My Cool Pool, His Cool Pool

I need to spruce up the fun for the kids once in a whil; for both my enjoyment and laughter as well as theirs so I created this little puddle of fun....

Just your typical ghetto fabulous backyard blow up pool with the slide gym stuck inside.  They would go flying down the slide and loved every minute of it.  Safe and sturdy; no harm to be found...until Steve came along.

Notice where the galvanized pail went that was originally gathering toys in the top picture.  He put 2 pails under the triangular base.  He said it made it more interesting.  He only had to catch H once as she was dangling off the ladder while L balanced on the slide to keep everything from tipping over.  Is that a slight exaggeration?  Most likely not but seeing as I had a panic attack when I walked outside and saw this death trap there might be a slight exaggeration in there....SLIGHT!

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!?

Toilet Paper

Oh DIS I have missed you.  Funny, I didn't even realize what the acronym of this site spelled but how appropriate!  Steve has certainly done some pretty dumb if not hilarious stuff lately (actually he has said more than done) but I have been so busy that I have been nothing but neglectful of this lovely piece of work.

The picture below says it all.  Please take note of where the trash can is, the new roll and the old rolls; it's all within reach.