Often when people ask how many children I have I tend to reply "three" because Tom tends to fall into that catagory. Ok, so I only birthed two, but I seem to find myself trying to convince three kids why having halloween candy before dinner is not a healthy choice instead of just two, etc.... There are so many situations where I just shake my head and look at my husband and say "you know better," such as the situation with the fog machine, or, most recently, everything that happened with the blank firing machine gun in the backyard (please don't even ask!).
Just the other day we were on a family trip to Wal-Mart checking out bikes because Christmas is coming up and William is quickly growing out of his old bike and I needed to see what size he could ride now (sans training wheels, of course!) to give Santa the heads up. So William and I are checking out the bikes and Tom is off looking at something, comes back and declares he's found what he wants for Christmas. What you ask? See picture below:
It's the Nerf Vulcan Machine Gun. He says that he wants to set up an obstacle course in the backyard and pretend it's like old school American Gladiators where one person trys to run to get to the end and the gladiator trys to hit the person with balls (or in this case, nerf thingys). William is really looking forward to this.
All this is great, but here is what he tried last night that has made me post about my husband. I was so exhausted last night that I gave the kids a bath, put them to bed, and crawled to the sofa to chill in front of the tv. We found a really interesting documentary on discovery health about the tree man that was actually pretty cool, but I still fell asleep about half way through. Well, I had been resting my head on Tom, and somewhere between me falling asleep and the end of the show he had gotten up without waking me up. Well, I finally woke up about 10 o'clock and he was moving my arm for some reason. He whispers "shhh...go back to sleep." I immediately knew something was wrong because he never tells me to go back to sleep. It's usually "if you're going to sleep, do it in your bedroom." Stuff like that. Anyway, I sit up and look around and notice a bowl full of water next to the couch. And then I realized why he was moving my arm. He was trying to stick my hand in the warm water to make me wet my pants! Who does this to their spouse?!? He said he just wanted to see if it would actually work. I tell ya, William has a built in best friend for life with Tom!
Disney on Ice
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