Fantastic 5 to Super 6

Props, accolades, awe-inspired worship...bring it. I had twelve 5 and 6 year olds over yesterday to kick it old school and have a birthday party at my house. Please, please. Hold your applause. Lucy was the designated party - Jedi Training Center - assistant. She did a fantastic job. Next year, I'll just put her in charge and kick back with a giant beverage from QT. Minutes before padawan arrival, I begged Jon to run out for the aforementioned 'fod-ee fo' to fuel us for the party. Needless to say, the party went down quite differently from the one I had imaginacted in my head...I'd conjured up all these (in my opinion) really cool training games. All they wanted to do was wrestle and shoot stuff. It was soooo weird! Although, I'm not exactly sure why I expected any differently. It was still fun and nobody had to go to the hospital. Success. Here's some pics. Happy birthday Mack-D.

How Calvin Rolls (in Bed)

If a picture is worth a thousand words...what is a video worth?

You No Yell at Me

You know that part in The Incredibles when Syndrome is talking about something - surely he's monologuing - and he's all, "lame, Lame, LAME, LAME!, LAME!!!!!"? In a crescendo? That's me lately. I haven't read a friend's blog in...ummm...I don't know how long. I barely watch any t.v. Sadly, I'm two weeks behind on Chuck, Heros, Life, and Lost. Wow. That's a lot of one-word shows. But I never fall too far behind on Burn Notice. (And, btw, that 'up 18% in popularity' on that site? All me. My new theme song? "Drag" by Placebo. Playing a LOT of catch up these days...but if I'm being honest with myself (and Jodi and Allie) it's really cuz I'm a gym rat. Ha ha ha!!!

But apparently, the one thing I'm NOT dragging in is my ability to yell at Calvin. With an aside: whenever he gets in trouble (no matter WHAT tone of voice is being used), he's getting 'yelled at'. So, I'm in my bathroom getting ready the other day when I hear that most sweet above all sounds sound of my child singing to himself. He's been singing "Popcorn Popping" a lot lately so I thought it was that. Silly me. So I stopped what I was doing and moved closer to the family room so I could hear him better. Silly me. I made out these strains to a Calvin original (sing-songy voice and everything):

My mommy yell at me...

My mommy yell at me...

I say, "you no yell at me"

My mommy yell at me

And she no say sorry

Ah...the sweet sound of children's song. So I had to immediately pre-empt his visit to school that day and tell his teacher that we do NOT spend the better part of the day yelling at this child. And then I reminded her of my yearly teacher pact: "I'll only believe half of what they say about school if you promise to do the same about home."