
We hike, we hang, we are one with nature

and the cell phone

We hike, we hang, we are one with nature

and the cell phone

Nutty for Nintendo DS
I’m thinking we might not actually speak to Joey and Danny all day today. Why? Because they each got their very own Nintendo DS, and they are completely plugged in. They are lost, gone, totally tuned out.
All year long, they’ve wanted these gadgets — they’ve been pretty sure they were the only boys in the world without them, actually — and while we went back and forth and at one time even vowed we would definitely. not. buy. them. (because once they get something electronic, it’s nearly impossible for their minds to focus elsewhere), we bit the bullet and bought them. We even plan to let them play their hearts out for a day or so (it is Christmas, after all). Then we’ll set some limits. We won’t tell them that today, though, because, honestly, I don’t even think they are capable of hearing right now.
Merry Christmas, Joey and Danny — and to all you loyal readers, too!

Happy Holidays 2009!
I love Christmas. Really, I do. I mean, I’ve strung white snowflake twinkly lights and red bows on the front of our house and fashioned a pretty festive tree in our living room. Santas, stockings, a light-up little holiday house and all sorts of seasonal trinkets are scattered here, there and everywhere. My gifts are bought (and wrapped) and I’m even planning to donate blankets to a homeless shelter this year. What I won’t be doing this fine December: Mailing out holiday cards. I know I’ve done it for something like eight years, and yes, it’s kind of a tradition and all, but I’m opting out this time around. For those of you who are crushed that you won’t be receiving a glossy update of Joey and Danny, I apologize, and I offer you this digital version of my 2009 guys. Want more? There’s plenty of family moments captured on this blog (and this one, too).
Go ahead, call me lame, cheap, bah humbug, whatever. Just don’t call me a party pooper, because I really do wish you the grandest holiday ever. I’m just not dumping a lot of cash into prints, envelopes and stamps (I’m unemployed, remember!) so that the majority of you can toss the greeting in the trash (come on, you know you do!). I’m also not wrangling my kiddos into the perfect pose (this one took one point and click) and spending hours prepping a mass mailing. I’m just not. And I’m totally OK with it — I don’t actually feel like a slacker at all, which is quite an accomplishment for a Type A girl.
If you’re not convinced this is the way to spread cheer, think about it this way: No clutter on your kitchen counter, and you can come back and look at this pic whenever you want. Well, that’s my take on it, anyway.
Oh, and how can you not like the sight of two patriotic boys who proudly sport their Marine shirts whenever they get the chance?

Out-of-the-bag werewolves
I really don’t like Halloween costumes in bags. You know, those see-through packages stuffed with cheap bits of clothing and ultra hot and steamy rubber-y masks that no kid in his right mind could stand to wear for more than, like, two minutes.
What did my kids want more than anything this year?
Werewolf costumes.
In bags.
After a few attempts at talking them out of the bagged creatures, I caved and shelled out a small fortune on what ended up shedding all over my living room floor. Before our store exit, though, (envisioning a total change of plans for these get-ups), I picked up some fangs and a few tubes of make-up so I could transform their faces into masterpieces. I even bought brown hairspray for styling their locks in just the right messy manner. A perfect compromise: Joey and Danny could sport their el-cheapo (yet expensive) shirts with fake chest hair, and I’d have my creative way with their heads.
Did things pan out like I’d hoped?
Not at first.
See photo above.

Homemade vampire
But then a funny thing happened. Before Joey even said his first “trick or treat,” his mask got him all hot and bothered. So he and I made a mad dash back home, and we turned him into last year’s vampire.
See photo to the left.
Danny, however, apparently not in his right mind, made it to the bitter end in his furry contraption.
I’m not sure how things will unfold next year. I’m pretty sure I’ve got Joey on my side — no costumes in bags! — but Danny could very well present a challenge. Maybe I’ll start working on him now. I’ll remind him of what a hit he was a few years ago as a Home Depot guy (tool belt, orange apron, name tag and all). He also makes a super cute pirate and, well, I happen to think a vampire never goes out of style. If he totally balks at my nudges, I guess I can be OK with a bagged costume and mask. Just one condition: It must be a werewolf.

Model Material
Someone told me recently that Joey and Danny should be models. I don’t remember who it was, but I think it was a female person, perhaps commenting on a Facebook photo or something. I promise I’m not making this up, just so I can brag about my boys and how cute I think they are.
I was flattered by the modeling compliment, but since I have no idea who paid it (chemo brain), I can’t say I really let it sink in too much. But now that I see these guys posing for the staged shot to the right (they were showcasing some breast cancer gear for another post), maybe they could make it in the world of posing. Well, except that 8-year-old Joey, although very dramatic and animated, claims he’s too shy to get up in front of people, and 6-year-old Danny has a tendency to roll one eye and goof every chance he gets. Yea, maybe modeling isn’t in the cards.
But I do appreceiate the vote of confidence, from whoever it was who sent it my way.

Joey Drama

Danny, First Grade

Joey, Third Grade

