Storytime

Hi everyone,
I'm hijacking Mommy's blog for the evening to tell a story. A story about hamsters that lived in Daddy's first house. When Daddy first moved into the house, he lived with a bunch of people I don't really know, and one that I do know. The one I do know is Daddy's Cousin Shane and he owned two hamsters.

Daddy's Cousin Shane wasn't around a lot, but his hamsters were. They were funny hamsters but they didn't get to go out to play very much (it's like when Mommy doesn't get me out of my crib in the mornings and I'm left to entertain myself with a book and any poop that's collected in my diaper. But that's a story for another time).

One day, Hamster A managed to escape. This made the two cats living at the house very excited. They had a delicious snack that they got to catch themselves which didn't happen a lot. Hamster B was very upset about having to watch his/her hamster-mate die a horrible death, so s/he chewed off his/her own arm and bled to death.

This made Mommy and Daddy laugh and laugh. But it reminded Mommy of another hamster story that had much the same ending, courtesy of her. But that's another story for another time.

The end.

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!

Jason was off all of last week, so he did some work on our monstrous backyard. The Carter Texas Raceway is open for business.

Primary seating area is first up: we had to get a new umbrella because our original one broke due to the high winds present here on the Prairie. We also bought Will a chair so he can join in on the philosophical discussions Jason and I have in the evenings.


My Iraqi-brother sent me this for my birthday; his name is Augustus. The timing on his delivery was impeccable as the bush Auggie sits under had just been planted minutes before his arrival. Just in time, too, as poor little Auggie fell over from exhaustion after peeing for 25 minutes straight. Still hasn't recovered either.

Below is the second seating area; Auggie's close by and is aerating our elephant ears.

Here we have Six Flags over Carters:


Our small amusement park dedicated to our sweet little bundle of joy. Included is a Slide of Death with a Gunslinger Swing Set attachment. We've also got the Crab of Doom Sandbox, No Horsin' Around rocking horse (that really shouldn't be left outside, but we're lazy) and a food court that normally has an umbrella but our in-laws are holding it hostage until we return a movie.

The thing w/ the wheels just above the No Horsin' Around rocking horse is not intended as a spinning ride designed to make you vomit. Oh no.

The last time my parents were up for a visit, we were dismayed (dismayed, I tell you) about the amount of times we would have to move our chairs because Will had the audacity to move from one park ride to another. To solve this problem, Jason made this stool that allows you to swivel around so you never have to injure yourselves with neck or back strain while watching the kiddies play.

I would also like to make it known that Jason did all of this with little to no help from me. This includes choosing the paint colors on our own homemade teacup ride. Yes, it is Buff Gold and Black, and yes, that's the same "J-Double Diamond-C" design he has tattooed on his body, but honest to God, he came up with that on his own.

All the digging, sweating, planting and planning were also pretty much all Jason. This is how he spends his birthday week. I love that boy.