...maybe we ain't that young any more

Top 10 signs you may be getting too old for rock concerts    

1. You must take a nap the day of the concert.
2. You must take off work the day after the concert.
3. Your party-concert vehicle has a car seat in the back (for a GRANDchild).
4. Security has very little interest in seeing what’s in your purse.
5. You notice that your fellow Springsteen fans are getting old and fat.
6. You hope for a slow song so you can sit down.
7. You plan in advance which song(s) you’ll use for your bathroom break(s).
8. Your cooler contains only water and soda.
9. You wish the concert t-shirts came with a slimming, tummy-control panel.
10. Though you can still execute a fist pump, it is accompanied by jiggling arm fat.

The Spirit of Giving . . .

. . . does not come naturally to a 3-year-old, but had a great outcome in this case. Yesterday, we shopped for an child named Johnny (not his real name) in support of Samaritan's Purse | Operation Christmas Child.
Eddie alternated between having fun picking things out, and being jealous that this stuff was not for him. In the end, he said "how about if we go over to Johnny's house?".
But this morning, as we were packing the stuff, he was really in the spirit.

Bring It !

Eddie and I were having a mock battle with his stuffed buddies. I said "BRING IT!", and he said "BRING WHAT?"

Men in Hats

Punkins !!

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I Check My Look in the Mirror

When Ellen was a toddler, I returned from grocery shopping one day, looked in the mirror, and noticed that I had two pink plastic bow-shaped baby barrettes in my hair.

When Mark was a toddler, I was out shopping one day and a stranger behind me in line asked me if I had a son. I said "Yes, why?". He picked a very large plastic spider out of my hair.

Today I returned home from doing some shopping with Eddie, looked in the mirror, and realized I had this large snowman sticker in the middle of my shirt the whole time we were out. Not the look I was going for. (note to self: check look in the mirror BEFORE going out)

Go Jets !

What a difference a week makes - last Friday we were playing in the snow, then yesterday it was in the 50's. Eddie had fun running with the football, and every few minutes he'd yell "GO JETS!!" and give me a high-five. I think it's a Grandpa Jerome thing.

Also, check out the awesome bike he got for his birthday from Pop and Abi:


Even though he can't quite reach the pedals yet, he moves around very well on it, forward and backwards. When he gets near the street, I make him turn around and I swear this is what goes thru his little mind:

"Grandma just denied me something. Though I really don't care about going into the street, I'm going to fuss about it because I'm 2. I will whine "street", act as if my heart is broken, and even produce some real tears".

Then I'll call him "Mr. Fussypants" and he laughs so hard that he can't keep up his little act.