Newty wanted Buzzy to take his shoes off for him when we got home today instead of me.  Ouch.  Doing it himself, I get.  And the recent Daddy mode, sure.  But, ouch.  Hello from the bottom of the diaper pyramid.


200 pounds!

In lieu of birthday gifts, the boys collected pantry and personal items to donate to the Food Bank. They even helped load and unload the enormous boxes of items with a volunteer.  Buzzy said to the guy helping them, "When I'm hungry, I have food.  But, some people don't."  Just a sec... there's something in my eye...

Next year, when Buzzy turns five (eeek!!) and Newt turns three (double eeek!!), I'll be giving them a choice between 2 or 3 causes to support... Heifer International, perhaps?

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Buzzy sez:

Buzzy chose to wear a red necktie when we went out to pre-birthday dinner.  Someone asked him about it and he said he was "Jack Tonneghy."  WTF? 30 Rock?

Buzzy sez:

Me: "Here's your shirt."
Buzzy: "I don't want that one!"
Me: "You want a collared shirt, huh?"
Buzzy: "Yeah, I love them very much!"
Me: "Why do you like wearing collared shirts so much?"
Buzzy: "Because I like to look sharp."


Newtie sez:

"Sheer, Dudgie! Sheer!"
Translation: "Buzzy, give me what you have!  Immediately!"


Buzzy sez:

At the Elks Oktoberfest this weekend.  After biting into a fully loaded Bratwurst:
"I don't like the sauercrap."


Corn Harvest

A 40 minute road trip in the new minivan got us to a family farm that let us "help" harvest the corn that they then chopped up for the cows.   Fun!  until I tripped into a ditch.

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