Me? A dog person!?

I am not a dog person. Never was. When I was growing up my brother and sisters each had a dog of their own. The only type of dog I wanted was a Chihuahua. My Dad wouldn't get me one b.c. he says that they are not real dogs. In college I got one. That relationship lasted all of 2 weeks. So, when we got little Isaac a dog for his Birthday I thought I would tolerate her. Surprise Surprise it turns out I really like this dog! I pet her, play fetch with her, praise her, give her food and water. Things I said I would NEVER do until Isaac gets deployed. Lately, big Isaac has been taking her on runs. He makes it sound real easy, "Malaya and I went for a run. She's a really good dog. Makes me run faster." Well, tonight Isaac had to work from 6pm-6am. I was going for a walk so I thought 'why not take Malaya?' Can't be that hard right!? WRONG! The walk started out ok. I even figure out a way to hook up the leash to the stroller so that she could run ahead and help me pull the stroller ha ha. Then things started to go bad. She would try to run off in the grass and the whole time I am saying "no, sweetie come back on the trail!" And trying to balance the stroller so she doesn't pull it over. Then she starts to tangle the leash into the wheels of the stroller. So, every 100 ft I am stopping to untangle the leash. On one of the stops a couple comes back to help me. The little Asian wife says, "I hold dog for you." I tell her it's ok. I've done it plenty of times by now. She takes the dog from me. Ok, lady, I think to myself...whatever floats your boat. The next thing I know the lady is saying "whoa doggie.no you stay doggie". I look over my shoulder in time to see Malaya pulling the lady along the path. The lady has her feet planted and is sliding. Not good. I quickly untangle the leash and grab the dog back. Off we go again. More tangles. By the time I get home I am out of breath. From running, trying to get the dog to stay untangled, and keeping the stroller from tipping over. My wrist hurt, my shoulders ached, and my teeth hurt from grinding my teeth so certain words a 2 year old are not suppose to hear don't come flying out of my mouth. The really insane part is I am thinking about doing it again tomorrow!

Do you smell something burning!?

My awesome hubby has been redoing our lovely base housing cabinets. He is taking them from a really dark brown to white. However, he has had to sand the cabinets, wipe down the cabinets with linseed oil, prime them, and then paint them. He did one whole half of the kitchen 2 weeks ago. And today he decided to do the other half. So he sanded, wiped down the cabinets with linseed oil, then primed them. It was getting late and he was tired so we decided to sit and watch tv together. There he was sitting. And there I was sitting playing around with facebook when I smelt something. I mention it to Isaac and he tells me it's the paint fumes. I had been smelling paint fumes all day and I knew it wasn't that. A few more minutes pass. Something was odd and familiar about the smell....FIRE!!! I tell Isaac, "Something is on fire!!!" I think at that point he thought I was crazy but got up to check on things so I would leave him alone. I start sniffing the air and run to little Isaac's room. Not in there. I go to our room, the guest room, and the bathroom. Negative. So, I head to the kitchen. The smell was definitely coming from there. But the hubby and trash can are missing. I walk outside and there is smoke coming from our trash! What the heck!? This doesn't make any sense!!! We had eaten take out all day b.c. Isaac was busy redoing the cabinets. Really odd. Isaac, dumps the trash out and uses the fire extinguisher. I start pouring cups of water on it. Only the rags he used were on fire. So, I look up some info on linseed oil. Check this out....Linseed oil can polymerize and the reaction is exothermic, and rags soaked in it can ignite spontaneously. (from Wikipedia) Wow! Did we ever avert a disaster! The moral of this story is: Never put soaked linseed rags in the trash! It will catch on fire!!!

Onederful One! Bring on the Terrible Two's

We can't believe our little guys already 2! It seems like yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. And we could have sworn the other day we celebrated his 1st Birthday. He's grown so much in the last year. He's learned to walk, run, jump, talk, read some words (with the help of Baby Can Read, awesome program!), throw and catch a football. The list can go on forever!!! We are so glad God blessed us with him. We have enjoyed every moment. And we can't wait to see what this year holds!

Newborn

Last year, when he turned 1. Eating his Birthday Cake!

A few weeks before Isaac's Birthday I took him to Party Galaxy to get some party stuff. I was thinking along the lines of Elmo or Blues Clues. However, he went crazy when he saw the football section. And who can say no to his face!?

Also, we were in Seguin, TX for his Birthday and we are blessed to have an amazing family and they all came for his Birthday and made it a ton of fun! Thanks guys! And a special thanks to Grandpa and Grandma Renee for letting us have it at ya'lls house!

Blowing out his candle

He got a dog! He was actually really happy to get her. I just got a bad pict. ha ha



Peeking out from behind a present

It wouldn't be a party in Texas without a pinata!

The whole family

Our First Storm!!!

Close-up of the tree branch that got hit by lightening

the Hail!


So little Isaac's slide is supossed to be on the other side of the tree

the branch

We had our first storm a few weeks ago. We were just standing outside talking with our new neighbor when my husband says "that cloud looks like a finger". I was soooo excited. I grabbed the little guy and went and sat in my Hubbies truck bed to watch the storm(stupid I know!). Meanwhile Isaac was looking at our backyard. It was windy, rainy, with lots of thunder and lightening and I was loving it! Then there was a large BOOM and CRACK, Isaac comes running to the truck and says, "We better go in I just saw lightening hit our tree!". So, we continued to watch the storm from our windows. Like I said earlier I was loving the storm. Then the electricity went out around 6pm. And the storm stopped soon after. So, now for the not so cool parts. I hate the dark and we did not get our electricity back until 10:30am! That was not cool! But it was cool to have TV again right!? Wrong! We didn't get a signal! And of course I had to go to the Commissary to replace some of the things that went bad in the fridge. When I got back it felt like a sauna in our house! But b.c. of the storm they could not come and fix the air until later. Like 5pm later! So, what does a sleep deprived, sweaty, now grouchy housewife do!? First, I called Mathis Brothers b.c. we got a new kitchen table and the varnish started coming off. Isaac had taken it in to get fixed and they called us back and said they couldn't fix it. At first I was going to ignore it but I needed someone to take my anger out on, so I called and asked what the problem was. The man says, "scratches are not covered under warranty, only dents and cracks" I explain to him that it's not a scratch I am complaining about but if he would like I could take an ax to that spot to get a good crack in it! Guess what? Our table got fixed! Then I called Direct TV. and chewed them out (our receiver had been giving us problems wayyy before the storm). So, we got a week of free TV:)

Through this experience I've learned that I still love storms! I hate not having electricity! And I can get really mean when I don't have airconditioning ha ha

spiderman spiderman does whatever a spider can

Isaac hates baths (that is until you get him in the actual water, then it's a fight to get him out). The other day his Dad made the mistake of putting on the kiddos Spiderman slippers. I think this led him to believe that he did not have to get a bath. So, I ran the water and amid "NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!" I managed to get him out of everything with the exception of his slippers. At this point he managed to wiggle out of my grip and run around the house like so....

I WILL NOT TAKE A BATH!!!
Rounding the corner at spidey speeds

Just pausing for a picture before I run from mom some more

Milton Bradely is a LIAR!!!

You see the commercials all the time. A group of friends or a family around a table playing a fun board game! They're laughing and encouraging each other! The commercial says that a game really brings out the fun! Or that it really brings the family together! I can say from personal experience (with the exception of the Dalyrmples ha ha ) that is tears a family apart, makes friends enemies, and turns loving marriages into near divorces! Here are some true stories:

I have 3 siblings. When we were little we played board games. Pictionary ALWAYS winded up with someone being hurt b.c. the other person got mad at their teammates lack of drawings or guessing skills and threw the pencil at someone else. Which of course turned into spankings!

The last time my siblings and I played candy land was 2 years ago for my youngest sisters graduation! It turned into a yelling match with the board game being over turned.

About a year ago my youngest sister and I tried to play Operation. I totally won, so she pinned me to the floor until I admitted that I "cheated". It totally turned into a cat fight!

How does that bring smiles to family faces?!

At Tyndall we went to our friends David and Joy to play some games. Somehow all the guesses turned into some of us having a "skanky wardrobe".

How is that bringing friends closer together!?

Currently, my bro and his fiance come over alot to play pictionary, Family Fued, and 100,000 Pyramid. There is a ton of yelling! And the last time we stayed up till 4am until a couple broke the tie!

The most current game night was with a group of friends. I thought for sure Britt was going to kill Brian. And it didn't help that Brian kept talking about what a long ride home he was going to have ha ha. Kari and Brad came in second during Pictionary. I thought they seemed pretty nice to each other, that is until they went to leave and poor Kari had to carry all her dishes up to her chin while Brad ate a piece of cheese ( I could have sworn he was waiting for her to open the door). And then there was Isaac and me. We won, so that was a good thing. However, I can not get over the fact that he could not see that I had drawn a very simply but AWESOME monkey! So, he got a slap. I mean we would have won quicker right!?

I am pretty sure we all wanted a divorce at the end of this game!

Anyways, the point of this blog is to tell you those commercials are a LIE! Milton Bradley is secretly working with lawyers and hospitals to bring in the big bucks! Shame on you Milton Bradley! From hence forth you will be known as Joe the Camel in our house.

"The One"

No, I am not talking about marriage. I am talking about Church. My Hubby and I come from two different backgrounds. He grew up Pentecostal and I grew up Southern Baptist....yea, 'nuff said. I mean we have the same core beliefs, however, Pentecostals are known to clap, speak in tongues, and are a bit on the louder side. Then there are the Baptist. We clap (sometimes), ummm in some churches we might raise our hands, and you might hear us say an "amen" now and then ha ha . Talk about opposites! So, now Isaac and I have to find a happy medium. Not too loud, not too quiet, not to crazy, not to Conservative, etc. So, far we have been to 5 churches and we will try our 6th tomorrow! Isaac, and I were laughing b.c. we said finding a church is like dating. You keep going on dates hoping to find "The One". I can't help but hope that this Sunday is it!!!