Hulk Smash

Last night I gave in to the constant requests for Incredible Hulk, for movie night. Usually we try to screen the super hero movies, before the boys get to see them, but last night we all watched it together. Dylan was especially into it, and whenever the Hulk got mad, he kept saying, "He's so strong, he is incredible, he is so cool, he is very brave." It was like his own quiet little mantra, and he just kept repeating it to himself. In the first 5 minutes of the movie, he said that he changed his mind about going to the center of the earth, for his birthday, and would rather go where the Hulk lives. At the end of the movie, Hulk is fighting a different Hulk thing, and there is a lot of growling going on. I kept hearing something making noise, and could not figure out where it was coming from. As the noise got louder, I realized it was little Dyl. His hands were gripping the blanket, and he was growling. I don't think he even realized that he was doing it, until I started laughing hysterically, and his little trance was broken. When the movie ended, Dylan said it was the best show ever. After we tucked them in, and turned out the light, I could hear him whispering to himself, "Huuullllkkkk ssmmmaaassshhhhh!"

Sunday Serenity

Every Sunday, we lay in bed until the absolute last minute, and then scramble to get ready. We are generally 10 minutes late, and everyone is ornery with each other. Dawson and Dylan start arguing the second they wake up, about who gets to open the door at church.

It has become ridiculous, the amount of discussion that we spend on who gets to open the various doors of our lives. The second I put the car in park, both boys fly from the back, and scramble to be the one to open the door. Then, once out of the vehicle, they wrestle all the way to whatever the next door is.

Today, Dawson bolted out of the truck and beat Dyl to the door, even though it was Dylan's "turn," ...sigh. Dawson stood at the door, beaming with his fresh little face, as the little old ladies, walked in, thanking him. Dylan was in mass hysterics, and was yelling at Dawson to shut the door, so that he could open it. After a few graphic threats, Dave and I herded them to Primary, for a lovely two hour break.

After church, we couldn't find Dylan anywhere. I swear he disappeared during the prayer. We looked around the chapel a little, and then decided maybe he had headed out. I told Dave he had probably made a beeline for the door, which made Dawson walk a little quicker. When we rounded the corner, there he was, holding the door open, and smiling from ear to ear. Dawson ran straight past him, hollering about how he was going to open all the doors on the truck. Dylan took off for the truck, and when Dave and I made it outside, 3 of the doors on the truck were wide open and the boys were both hanging from the handle of the 4th door. We couldn't take it anymore, Dave and I shut all the doors, and then opened them ourselves, while the boys wailed. It was quite the spectacle. They were bawling, and arguing all the way home, and Dave and I were singing "Love At Home" in our loudest falsetto voices.

I can't wait for Monday.

Sibling Rivalry

Dawson's birthday was hard on Dylan. Whenever we talked about it, Dylan would bring up his birthday, (not until June) and all the fun stuff he wanted to do. He decided to top mini golf, with his plan of going under the earth to get some hot lava.

Tonight, I got Journey to the Center of the Earth, for movie night. The boys both loved it, and Dylan kept saying, "Oh yeah, that's where I am going for my birthday." The gloating continued after they got in bed, and I could hear them arguing back and forth with each other about dinosaurs and electric birds. We just turned the t.v. up really loud and left them to sort it out.

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Holy Birthday Weekend

I'm not sure when birthday celebrations turned into a 3 day affair, but that is what we had this weekend. My sweet little Dawson turned six today, and I have been reminiscing about him. I had a few years of fertility trouble before we got Dawson, and I desperately wanted him. Those were the longest 9 months of my life, waiting for him. I was pleasantly surprised when I went into labor a couple of days before my due date, and had such an awesome kid.

He is an incredible boy. He is so smart, and has a sweet, sensitive heart. I love his sense of humor, and the way he tries to always make us laugh. I am amazed at all the things he knows, and how fast he learns. I am so grateful for the opportunity to love him, and feel his love for me, despite my imperfections.

Saturday, we told Dawson that he could choose what we did for the day. He wanted to go miniature golfing and eat steak, salmon, and shrimp. The first part sounded alright to me, but the dinner sounded like Golden Corral. I freaking hate buffet style restaurants, but the kid loves them. Initially, when I asked him where he wanted to eat, he said, "Don Pedros, " which is my favorite place. I got a little teary, because he chose it for me, but then I told him to choose where he wanted to eat. I got really teary, when he said Golden Corral. I hate that place because it smells like urine and I don't necessarily like having to throw an elbow to get a scoop of potatoes, or box out 10 enormous people for the last corn on the cob. I went with a smile though, and Dawson loved his dinner.

After dinner we headed to Trafalga for some miniature golf. I haven't done that since I was dating Dave, and I have to say it is a lot different with kids. On the first hole, we all went in order from smallest to biggest, and everyone went in turn. On the second hole, it was a little less orderly, and by the 5th hole it was pandemonium. Nobody knew whose ball belonged to who, and there were mini clubs swinging all over the place. When she wasn't sprawled out on the green, Emma was running around picking up our balls, and putting them in the hole. Towards the 8th hole, Dave and I started awarding points to each other depending on how many of our children we could bounce the ball off of. It was great fun for our family, and I think we did our part to promote birth control for all the young couples trying to golf around us.

Sunday night we had a dinner party with all of our family. We are so lucky to have some pretty awesome family living close by.

Today, I dropped some treats off at school, and I officially have a six year-old.