I Had a Surgery...

I must relay a most urgent message at the request of Griffin Mazer.

Attention Everyone that I know:

Griffin sliced his fourth toe open on the Carson Pool door.
He received one red otter pop to eat, while the swim team manager/ resident medical expert apologized repeatedly until she had properly cleaned the wound, and removed dirt, blood, and one hair, from the affected toe region. Two small surgical dressings, aka tiny band-aids, were applied to the small area. Tears dried. All was again right with the world.

Later while swimming at a local water park one of the band-aids began to lift. Griffin became hysterical, "My surgery. My surgery," he shrieked. The neighboring muscle clad lifeguard raised a concerned eyebrow. I assured Griffin and the nearby pool protector that everything was fine. No blood is present, it is only a cut, and the tiny cut will heal, even if the little band-aid falls off. The male guard was amused as I mentioned Griffin can be a little bit of an alarmist.

Not one more mention of the toe occurred until after prayers. Griffin lay down in his bed and then spoke to me very earnestly, "Mom, call everyone that you know and tell them that I had a surgery. You know which one. The one when I cut my foot on the door after swim lessons. Do it this night. You know what I am talking about, and make sure everyone knows that."

As any trustworthy mom would do, I replied, "Okay Griffin. I will let everyone know."

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Sarah is the proud owner of a Zoo Membership.

She graciously invited her sisters to bring our

monkeys to the Zoo.

We ordered up fun
And got on our way

The leisurely safari ride
through the zoo was grand
As an unexpected breeze
Lent a helping hand

The snow cones were divine.
Big enough to share.

The animals were glad to see us.
Above is my proof that it's true.
The baby orangutan made a face and posed for me too.

The water park was the real fan favorite!
Welcome refreshment from the heat.

Next time I will think of more creative excuses
To get soaked by the water falls!
Why shouldn't mom's get wet too?

After all...
When life is this good,
Who wouldn't want to enjoy it?

Totally Dawsome!!

This wouldn't be my blog
Without a little rhyme
Forgive me in advance
And indulge me with your time

This week was packed with silliness
Everyday brought something new

Bedtime antics were at a high
Bunny ears and Bad shorts, to name a few
Plenty of shorts available for bed
He preferred these pants,
He converted to shorts instead

I thought they were hilarious,
Incredibly funny.
Would you purchase these with some of your money?

Making faces and striking poses
Lincoln and Griffin are always at play

Take a picture, take a picture
They constantly say

Excitement and adventure
Are easy to find
When you are young
And of such a keen mind

They wondered what it was like to have a belly big and round
So they stuffed their shirts with the animals they found

Griffin's belly was a bit more realistic
Lincoln's looked entirely crazy
They were the proud parents of Mousey
And a bunny named Maizy DaizyCreativity flourished
All opportunities for fun were explored
They were certainly hip
And rarely ever bored

It was hard to contain this much coolness
There was more than our share of awesome
One thing was abundantly clear
This week has been totally Dawsome

Garbage Mans Don't Have Moms

Today's fight began when Lincoln said, "I want to be a Garbage Man." Griffin urgently replied, "Garbage mans do not have moms! Lincoln you do NOT want to be a garbage man!"
Griffin was greatly perplexed that Lincoln should want to be a garbage man, this was a surprising revelation.

I asked Griffin, "How do you know Garbage men don't have moms?"
"We never see their moms in the garbage trucks," was his reply.
To which I replied, "Isn't that because they are at home?"
"Oh no, definitely not, they do not have moms," was his answer.

I tried explaining that my mom doesn't follow me to the hospital when I am at work, yet I have a mom. I suggested this is likely true for garbage men too. He quickly dismissed this logic.

This was of no reassurance to him. He continued to insist that a life in the waste management
business was motherless, and therefore, was the bleakest of futures! He could not stop until Lincoln was convinced.

This whole fight fell on slightly distracted ears. The more distressing the tones, the more
attention mom paid to the situation. Lincoln was not derailed by Griffin's protests.

In fact, Lincoln was a bit of an instigator, the more determined Griffin became about the subject the more resoundingly Lincoln opposed. Lincoln was now fully and delightedly committed to his new career path.

As things began to reach a feverish pitch, I discovered this great argument erupted over some small circle stickers depicting children performing various tasks. Lincoln was looking at a small boy carrying a large garbage bag and was inspired.

Soon Lincoln threatened to place the "garbage man" sticker on Griffin's bed, a fate worse
than death. As we were running late, the argument screeched to a halt, to be resolved later.

At Circle K there was a man driving a large silver gasoline refueling truck. He began connecting large hoses to holes in the ground to reload the pumps with gas. I pointed this out to Griffin who was very interested. Then I asked if he thought that man, who drives a huge truck, has a mom. He wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't know. I don't fink so." To which I replied, "Do you think we should ask him?" Quickly Griffin walked over and sought an answer to this question. The man got a big grin and replied, "Yep. I sure do. I have a mom just like you do!" Griffin was quite pleased by his answer.

As we pulled away from the station Griffin said, "That guy has the awesomest job ever. I want to be that guy."

Spring Brings:

Happy Little Hikers

Brian insisting on camera time in the GQ glasses

And Dangerous Renegades!

Brian has guns in every pocket.
And he packed his angry eyes.
Be afraid...Be very afraid.

Flowers
I brought home flowers from a meeting
The flowers died before I could plant them.
Griffin was really sad about this.

I sent him out back to pick flowers.
He was quite pleased with nature's bounty.
I didn't have the heart to tell him, now these flowers would die too.

The kids ate Easter candy
until I threw it away.
Were it up to them they would eat
candy all day!Note to the Easter Bunny:
Do not be fooled...

Sour Jack Jelly Beans are lame.

Each basket was colored by a boy.
Scribbles and embellishments, sprinkled with joy.

Brian's was decorated with precision and care.
His pattern was unique and incredibly rare.

Lincoln used Red and Purple, with a dash of yellow.
His coloring is advanced for such a young fellow.

Griffin's is the last, black and red, with a hint of blue.
He says it looks like a rainbow. Does it to you?

My Super Hero

My Little Baby is getting all grown up.
Little Bri calls him "Captain Underpants"

How about this picture
Does it scream Austin Powers
or Steve Urkel?

I know you wish you had a Stealth Ninja like mine.
His glasses are so cool and he could kill you from behind.
Probably wouldn't but still,
He could make you laugh to death.

Sending Love from
My 3 Men of Mystery
Hope you had an Excellent Easter!

3 Boys & A Baby

Recently a friend of Brian's had a family emergency
and needed a babysitter.
My 3 Daws were first on the scene
to render assistance.

I am quite sure these first time parents had NO clue
how much attention little LV would receive.

Brian gave him the most entertaining ride
of his young life.

Lincoln trained him in the art of coolness.

Griffin brought LV up to speed
on all of our Top Secrets.

Love was shared and received in abundance.
LV secured a permanent place in our hearts.
We're happy to report that
No children were harmed in the process.