My SYTYCD predictions

Ok.
Here's the breakdown. I'm gonna name all the couples and their songs, and give them points. I know this is cheesy, but just gives you some insight into how my sometimes mathematical mind works. LOL! The ones with a 10 are they who I feel stand NO chance of being eliminated tonight. The 5ers are those who did "fine" in my book, so I wouldn't mind terribly if they got sent home or if they stayed. The ones with 1 are the ones I'm already ready to say buh-bye to.

Rayven (10) & Jaime (5).........."American Boy" by Estelle
Susie (1) & Marquis (10)........."Dark Waltz" by Hayley Westenra
Kourtni (10) & Matt (10)........."Tainted Love" by Soft Cell
Chelsea T (10) & Thayne (10)....."Oye Como Va" by Celia Cruz
Chelsie H (10) & Mark (10)......."Beautiful" by Me'Shell Ndegeocello
Kherington (10) & Twitch (10)....forgot to write down. will update. broadway piece.
Comfort (1) & Chris (5).........."Boom Boom" by Bighead Todd & The Monsters
Katee (5) & Joshua (10).........."No Air" by Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown
******note - Katee did great, but she lost points b/c of that elimination crizzap.
Jessica (5) & Will (10).........."Tango" by Cirque de Seleil
Courtney (5) & Gev (5)..........."Boogie Wonderland" by Earth, Wind & Fire

GTG. :)

Three years old

My Brady Boo Hoo is Three!
His birthday was May 23rd, but the party was about a week after the fact, and here I sit, finally catching up. ;)

This is Brady at the hospital.




And these are his newborn chicken legs. He still has no meat on his bones, in case you were wondering.



See?



I mustn't forget to tell about the cake. We have a history with Costco. We buy quite a bit there, to say the least, but truly, their cakes never disappoint. In fact, since Jackson's 1st birthday party, we've gotten every birthday cake there since. :) (I think.) So, long story short. The cake got "damaged" on the way home (Before they had even left the Costco parking lot). Something about a little boy named Jackson who lost his balance in the van, and accidentally SAT on it. Oh well. These pics are to preserve that funny memory. ;)








So, at his birthday party - one of my favorite memories of his entire three years happened, right before my eyes - and LUCKY ME - I had the camera rolling.

We sang... Happy Birthday to you...
Thus begins the happy memory.

My Brady was as elated, purely elated, as I have ever seen him. It wasn't the beaming smile from ear to ear - but you could still feel the joy just oozing out of his every pore. At least I could. ;)

Here are a few of the still shots - and I promise to come back soon and update with the streaming video. I need to upload a whole video, which could take all night, so this little glimpse will have to suffice.





Then it was time to blow out the candles. Unfortunately, Jackson decided he needed to help...And blew them all out himself...


Afterwards, I had a few choice words for mister J.P. and proceeded to announce to our guests that we MUST do it again. LOL! Do take note - This time around, the birthday boy is singing along too! Oh how tickled I was. There's no way to describe it. I was just on cloud nine, right there with him...

Presenting...
Take 2!





In addition to the delish cake, we had streamers...


dinosaur masks...



pool fun...




handstamps, temporary tattoos, suckers...


and dinosaur sand creations...




Oh, and by the way, these are the unedited pics from last Sunday morning on my porch. After very little investigating, you're sure to see why I'm so thankful to be married to a photoshop whiz. ;)








Dude, that was a lot of pics. In case you couldn't tell - I've been a little trigger happy lately. :)

And lastly before I forget - I love you little Brady Boo. You 90% potty trained sweetums!!!

construction

in progress on this here blog.
please forgive the botch-up appearance.
maybe mr. computer geek will help me iron out the kinks later tonight.
oh me.

(truthfully, it's almost like i want it to be - however, the little yellowish-beigey stripe is not cooperating.)

bad words

Jackson just walked inside from the back porch, where he and Brady have been playing in the pool. This conversation followed (as I half-heartedly listened cause I was checking email)...

Jackson: I'm not going to tell you what Brady just said.
Mommy: ok.
Jackson: I don't want to tell you. I don't want to tell you anything.
Mommy: ok.
Jackson: Mommy. Brady's a good boy, though. You know that. He really is a good boy.

(This got my attention. I have now officially decided that I must know more.)

Mommy: Will you please tell me what Brady said?
Jackson: He said bad words.
Mommy: What bad words.
Jackson: hate. and stupid.
Mommy: What made him say those words?
Jackson: A poem.
Mommy: What? What poem does he know have those two ugly words in it?
Jackson: The one I taught him.

LOL!

A picture...

So this picture.
I'm so very proud of it.
Captured on Sunday morning about 5 minutes before hopping in the van for church.
I'll have to show you the unedited version(s) later.
In the mean time, enjoy.

Seems the "blorthy" moments just keep coming

So much so, I have a little list drafted up of all the things I just CAN'T forget to type out and blog about, and it stands at 13 items right now. And this list just started earlier today! HA!

So, I'll start at the very beginning. Well, scratch that. I'll start at number 9. This one makes me laugh. This is from May 13th when Rodney was out of town for a few days in Virgina for business meetings. Thank goodness that doesn't happen much. That's a whole 'nother post. So, it was supper time and nothing was cookin' in this particular casa on Shady Willow Lane. Into the van, and up the street we went. Something different, this night. Not the normal McDonalds, Chick-fil-A, or Sonic.

I threw out some ideas to Jackson and Brady, and as I was getting on up the road, I remembered a conversation that I had had with Happi recently about some sort of new poppers or something at Burger King. A-HAH! That, we could do!

I pulled in. Then came the fun. Jackson had his reservations about BK, for some unknown reason. I declare, he's probably eaten there a good 8-10 times his whole life. I even assured him that the kid's meals had a good theme at the time. Something very boy-ish like Batman, or something. ;)

The following is going to be in caps on purpose. You know, as far as the internet savvy are concerned, all caps DOES mean yelling. Or at least stressing a point. ;)

He had this to say:

"I'M NOT EATING HERE! (*pause*)

AND THAT'S THAT! (*pause*)

(*by this point i am not only laughing and mocking him up in the driver's seat, but also hunting around for a pen and paper!)

AND THAT'S TRUE! (*pause*)

AND THAT'S FINAL! (*pause*)

AND THAT'S NOT FUNNY! (*pause*)

AND STOP LAUGHING!
...
...
...
...
...
DID YOU WRITE IT DOWN YET!?"

The good news was, I had indeed written it down. And dated it. I should actually get him to sign that infamous little sheet of paper. One day it'll be worth the big bucks.

You are probably wondering where we ate that night...

Cici's Pizza.