Friendly firefighters

SuperD and the Brain took some cookies to the firefighter recruits who were running drills in the park. I watched as the Brain approached the trainer, who then motioned for all of the recruits to gather around my son. A dozen young men stopped what they were doing to give all of their attention to him. They were all smiles and took him to see the fire truck. They let him wear a helmet and sit behind the steering wheel. Then they all posed for pictures with him. What good guys!

Happy Donald Duck Day!

Donald Duck is 79 years old today. To commemorate his birthday, our family sat down at the dinner table with a friend of the Brain and attempted to draw the famous character. We drew and erased and laughed.

 

Pinky was a little frustrated with her drawing. She wanted it to look perfect.

 

The Brain was several steps ahead the whole time.

 

SuperD is a whiz at drawing! He actually drew three different versions of Donald. His final copy was based on a different drawing. It was awesome!

 

 

The boys didn't stick around to outline or color their drawings.

 

Pinky and I have twin Donalds.

 

I think our family needs to do things like this more often. It only took about 30 minutes, but, oh, what fun we had!

Smile!

It's Upsy Daisy Day! 

"What's that?" you say. Today, you are encouraged to face your day positively. Don't be a Gloomy Gus. Get up 'gloriously, gratefully, and gleefullly. Today is a brand new day, with no mistakes in it. So, start your day with a smile, no matter what challenges lie ahead. And stay positive!

I scream. You scream.

We all scream for National Chocolate Ice Cream Day!

For a Wild and Wacky Summer, we are going to celebrate wild and wacky holidays. Once again, we won't be taking an extended vacation this year, so I'm determined to have some fun with my family here at home. Three years ago, we had a scavenger hunt of 101 places to visit before you're 12. We didn't make it to all 101 places, but we had a fantastic time. This year we will discover some cool holidays, eat some good food, have a whole lot of fun, and detail all of our adventures here. 

Pinky and the Brain helped me make chocolate ice cream from scratch tonight. My grandmother always used a mix, and that's the recipe my mom gave me. I got this recipe from a cooking website. It took FOREVER to set up, so we didn't get to eat it until 11 p.m. It had an interesting taste that everyone agreed was a little like a mocha flavor. I'm not sure I would use it again, but we had fun making it.

Can you believe chocolate is only the second most popular flavor of ice cream? It's number one in my book! If you're lucky enough to live in Oklahoma, you might want to check out one of Braum's seven new flavors of chocolate ice cream. Happy National Chocolate Ice Cream Day!

Pinky grows up

Pinky went to a sleepover, and when I arrived to pick her up, this girl was in her place. 

SuperD will be using his force field to fight off the boys!

Migraine

We ended up in the ER again today. The Brain awoke with a migraine this morning. The neurologist warned us this might happen. He said the confusional migraine could be the first of many that will continue and increase during puberty. This time the Brain wasn't confused; he was in tremendous pain. Since he had spent the night at his grandmother's house, she tried to do all she could for him, but when she called me, he was screaming in pain in the background. He was begging me to get to her house fast. All he wanted was for a doctor to fix it. So off we went to the ER, where they gave him prescription strength Motrin, he threw up twice, and they released him. Now he has taken a nap, is eating a biscuit, and seems to be feeling better. 

I certainly hope this isn't what his preteen/teen years is going to look like.

Super powers

I wish SuperD had X-ray vision. It would have come in handy yesterday. We were convinced that his arch nemesis, The Red Menace, had stolen his keys. The evil villain ate mine. Months ago, I tried to unlock The Menace's trunk, and the key snapped right off in the lock. Since I'm not blessed with super strength, I blame the sinister car.

And yesterday, we thought the villain had struck again. We looked all over the house. SuperD's keys were nowhere to be found. We searched for hours. SuperD was distraught. The Menace drained his powers. We did not want to pay someone to break into the car. The Red Menace would not win!

Then at bedtime, SuperD suddenly exclaimed as we walked down the hallway. The villain was not to blame. You see, SuperD clips his keys to the belt loop of his pants, and at some point in time (probably when he relieved himself), he accidentally tucked his keys into his waistband! 

This whole problem would have been avoided had he not been wearing his mild-mannered computer tech disguise. His superhero costume doesn't have belt loops!