4 da boyz: April 2009

Monday, April 20, 2009

My Baby is 1!

Oh, I cannot believe that Cobee is one!! Where does the time go?!? He is cuter than ever! He is getting so grabby and mobile!! Before Cobee, I would have been thinking "Great! He is going to be into everything! Let's slow him down!!!" But with Cobee, I am all for him getting into everything! That is how he will learn! (Yeah, give me another few months and we will see how I feel about this last statement!) In all seriousness, it is a celebration with each bit of progress that he makes. We just got him sitting up from his side to his bum. We have been working on this for a couple of months now, and he is finally doing it! He is getting on his hands and knees and rocking. YEAAA Cobee! It won't be long before he starts to crawl. He is soooooo cute and fun!! Who would have ever known? He is digging into his first birthday cake and loving every minute of it! It was funny because he would lunge into it and grab fist-fulls of CHOCOLATE cake and frosting and then look around until he found me to see if he was going to get in trouble, but when he saw me laughing, he knew it was okay and so he went in for more!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

A Great Email

I got this email from the Special Olymics of Idaho. I wanted to share it. I love SCRUBS. This message is from the actor who plays Dr. Cox. He has a 10 year old (I think he is 10) named Max, who has Down syndrome. Who could look at Cobester's sweet little face and not feel bad about using the word "Retard" in a derogatory way and not feel bad?

Spread the Word to End the Word: A personal message from John C. McGinley
Hi, I'm John C. McGinley. I'm an ambassador for the National Down Syndrome Society, and today I'm teaming up with Special Olympics to bring you a message that's important to me.So many times in life you are asked to change...Change your clothes. Change lanes. Change jobs. Change the sheets. Change flights. Change your tune. Change horses midstream. Change your latitudes and your attitudes!Change, and the ability to adapt, is to the human condition as air is to the lungs. We change, and in the doing, we thrive!In fact, we just elected a president who promised, above all else, to "change."What if, on March 31, you elected to change the way you use the words "retard" and "retarded"?Hardly seems like the largest of sacrifices. Not when you consider the changes in language that you have, so willingly, already elected to integrate into your vernacular. You no longer use the words nigger, or kike, or faggot, or jap, or kraut, or mick, or wop.Why would you? Why on earth would you? Those are all words that hurt. Those are all racial and ethnic slurs and epithets that perpetuate negative stigmas. They are painful! And that is not okay. It is wrong to pain people with your language. Especially, when you have already been made aware of your oral transgression's impact.Make no mistake about it: WORDS DO HURT! And when you pepper your speak with "retard" and "retarded," you are spreading hurt. So stop it. Stop saying "retard" and "retarded." Those words suck! You are better than that and you definitely do not need to be "that guy."There is no longer any acceptable occasion to lace your dialogue with the words "retard" and "retarded." Without fail, those words are the stuff of hurt. They, straight up, are. So, stop it! Stop using the "R-word."The 7 million people with intellectual disabilities (around the planet) who are on the receiving end of this hate speak are genetically designed to love unconditionally. These "retards" are NEVER going to return your vitriol. Ever! So what could possibly be the up-side of continuing to use the "R-word" in your daily discourse?We love you. We do!And, just in case you missed it and you need an extra hug? We love you!You do not need to love us in any kind of reciprocal fashion. You don't. (It's not that kind of bargain.)But, how about on March 31, you elect to change? A word? Two stinkin' syllables?On March 31, join us and "Spread the Word to End the Word." And the word is "retard!" It HURTS! So help us to cut it out.Thank you! We do love you!John C. McGinley

Da Boy #5

The love of my life- A.K.A. dad- He does count as one of da boyz! I love him because he makes me feel smart, hot, funny, alive, and happy. He keeps me on my toes with all of the pranks he thinks he has to pull (dumping cold water on me in the shower, a slap on the toosh, a water gun in bed) ! He appreciates a good laugh- so we make a good match--He's my soul mate. He loves Colts football, and even though I say I hate it, secretly I think that it's hot that he likes manly stuff--like football

WORDS OF WISDOM BY DA BOYZ

--Skater, the 2 1/2 yr. old, who doesn't realize that he is only 2, wants what he wants when he wants it. I wasn't fast enough the other day when he asked me for a snack, and all I heard coming from the kitchen was "MOM....MOoooM......1.....2....tree".

--Cbug, age 7, asked me how old he would be when the Cobester is 16. I answered with the reply that he would be 23, to which he replied, "That's old! Is that how old you are when you die?"

--I don't know what it is with Cbug and age lately, but he asked me, the other day, how old I was and I told him I was 29. He said "You are old. How old were you when you were my age?".

--Deets came home from kindergarten today with a good student ticket. When he showed it to me I said "WOW! What did you get this for?" He said, "I have NO idea".

--CBugs and Deets were arguing the other day about whether or not Deets is smart. Deets was trying to defend himself by saying that he was indeed smart, and so in an attempt to make Deets prove his case, Cbugs said, "Fine then. What is 10 thousand minus 100?" Very convincingly, Deets said, "That's easy. It is 10 hundred." Cbugs replied in amazement, "Wow. You ARE smart."

--The other day, I found a mess in the pantry. It looked like the doings of a little Skater, so I brought him in and showed him the mess to ask him what he was doing. Trying his darndest to act baffeled about who would have made this mess, he looked up at me and said "Wut da heck?"

--Shane was joking around with Skater, today, and asked him if he wanted to get a spanking. Skater, in all resentment said "NO! I am Ironman!"

I love this story. Da boyz are so cute about including Cobester in everything. When ever they are playing, they make sure that Cobester has a part in their roleplay. They were playing pirates, the other day, and I heard Cbugs say "Cobester is the captian" So the rest of the day, they called him Captain Cobester. What an appropriate title for him. Because even though he is the baby of our family, he is the one who will lead us all home.

The other day Cbugs and I went to the store. A guy walked past us who was dressed kind of crazy, and had feathered hair as far as the eye could see. Cbug looked at me in all seriousness and said "Where is that guy from? The eighties?"

--Me--"Deets, you need to get ready for church."

Deets--"AWWW! Right now?"

Me-- "Okay, 10 more minutes and then you absolutely have to get ready"

Deets--"Make it 11 and you have yourself a deal!"

A few weeks ago, we took a 10 year old girl to church with us. She made friends with another 10 year old girl in our ward, and durring sacrament meeting, they were writing K+D=BFF. CBug asked me what K+D=BFF meant. I told him that it meant Kiyanna+Danniel=Best Friends Forever. He asked me why girls would write that. I said, "that's just what girls do." After a few moment's hesitation, Cbugs replied, "That makes my head crazy." Oh, Cbugs, if you think girls make your head crazy now, you just wait!

Skater let out a huge toot the other day, and I said, "Skater, what do you say?!?" He busted out in song, "Shake you bootie, shake you bootie!"

We were all watching a movie a few nights ago, and everyone fell asleep except for me and Deets. Deets looked over at me and said, " Well, it's just you, me, and the floor-boards!"

Skater (age 3) and Shane were lounging on the couch and Shane had his arm up over his head so that you could see down into the arm of his shirt. Skater looked over at Shane, his eye immidiately went to Shane's arm pit. With a look of disgust, Skater looked up at Shane and said "Ewwwe gross! Dad, you need a hair cut!"

The boys had a "No School" day on Thursday and Friday. By 8:30 a.m. on Thursday, I was ready for them to go back to school. They were like a pack of puppy dogs smothering thier poor mama dog! I was loosing my marbles, and CBugs said "Mom, your blood pressure is rising." It made it a little better :)

When we went to Legoland last month Skater, age 3, but going on 25, wanted to ride a horse ride, but the kids had to be four to ride it. I measured him to see if he was tall enough, which he was. Knowing that Skater would tell the guy opporating the ride that he was older than he really was, I let him go ahead to see if they would let him on the ride. Sure enough, when they asked him his age, he said "I'm 6." They let him on. That's my three year old for ya!

I was fixing dinner and before I could get all of the food on the boys' plates, they had scarfed down eveything that I had given them already. I said "Man! You guys were starving! Careful not to eat the plates!" CBugs said "Well mom. We ARE men."

I asked Deets to vacuum the upstairs and he said, "No can do cracker jack. Cobesters is sleeping. You don't want to wake him up now do ya?!" Hmmm. Nice way of getting out of work. They learn young!