Transportation Museum

Well, "museum" is debatable...  Let's just say that the term is used loosely here.  But we still got some cute pictures, and that's what it's all about, right?!

Jack and Molly, who are "NOT girlfriend and boyfriend", 

but they are friends and one is a girl and one is a boy. 

That's their story and they're sticking to it. 

Molly looked a little scared of the big white conductor, but was brave for the camera.

After the 6 minute tour of the "museum" and finding out that the train is only open for one hour every Saturday, Jack was ready to go home and Molly was "very very hot." 

I'm still a little confused about what Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp have to do with Southern Arizona transportation, but the kids posed next to their statues. 

The aforementioned train that is only open on Saturdays... for one hour... 

"most of the time" (the museum docent told me)

Sore little muscles

Michael came home from gymnastics camp yesterday and couldn't figure out why all of his muscles were sore...  I think I figured it out today:

Michael & Jackson

Overheard in the car this morning: 

Jack: "It's really sad that Michael and Jackson died."

Michael: "Jack, isn't it funny that Michael is my name and Jackson is your name?"

Jack: "No, my name is Jack."

Michael: "No, your real name is Jackson."

Mom: "His real name is Johnathan Reese, but we call him Jack.  We call him Jackson sometimes for fun because that's what he called himself when he was little and it was cute."

*Note to self and friends: Maybe it's just easier to name your 

child what you're planning on calling him for the rest of his life.

Bribery 101

Jack, Jack, Jack...  

We went to the water park. 

We stayed in a fancy ("fancy" because it had 2 rooms and a refrigerator) hotel. 

I let you jump on the bed and have a pillow fight with your brother. 

I let you hang over the balcony and look down two stories at the ground (which scared me to death). 

We swam until we couldn't swim anymore. 

Then we went out to dinner and I let you drink Coke (aah!) and have an ice cream sundae for dessert (aah again!). 

We played Uno before we went to bed (very late, I will add).  

Then we woke up the next day and did (most of it) all over again.  

And when you didn't listen and had to sit out for a few minutes, what did you do? 

You tried to bribe me into buying you candy buttons.  I have proof.

I love the big smile at the end.  

Anyway, here are some other pictures of our fun night at Arizona Grand:

Wordless Weekend :-)

The (not so best) "tucker-inner"

Grandma and Grandpa Ludlum are visiting this weekend. Last night Steve was tucking the boys in at bedtime and told them that they should ask Grandpa to tuck them in because he is the "best tucker-inner." I should note here that usually the person who can wrap the boys up the tightest - so they can't move their little bodies around - is the best "tucker-inner." What happened next is a perfect example of how different my two boys are:

Michael & Jack: "Grandpa, can you tuck us in? Why are you the best tucker-inner?"
Grandpa: "Because I used to tuck your Dad in and I am really good at tucking little boys in."

Grandpa tucks them both in gently

Jack: "What's so good about that?!" (obviously upset about Grandpa's inferior tucking-in skills)
Michael: "That was really good, Grandpa! Thank you!"

My brains, my brains!

Poor Jack hit his head pretty hard.  He and Michael were wrestling and he fell into the solid wood bed that Grandpa Mike made for him. Jack was crying and crying and I came in and felt his head. I didn't mean to, but I gasped when I felt the huge bump that he had (oops).  Jack felt his head and was hysterical.  We sat on the couch for a bit with some ice on his bump, and every time Jack felt his head again, he would start crying uncontrollably.  Steve came in with him so I could have a break, then came to me a few minutes later laughing.  Steve had asked Jack why he was so sad and Jack said "Dad, feel this -my brains are falling out!"