I'll take a banana, shall I?
Now, just as a side note, I'm not sure if it is a New Zealand thing or a Graham thing but all statements are actually rhetorical questions. Some examples that are popular: "You will like this, won't you?", "You're beautiful, aren't you?" and the best of all "I'll take a banana, shall I?" Now, this isn't just for long trips. It could be anywhere...the grocery store, the zoo, a funeral...it's always the same: "I'll take a banana, shall I?" The catch is, that most times he never really eats the banana. One time he actually carried a banana from Chicago O'Hare to Austin...never ate it, just carried it.
So, all this to say that we packed up our banana this weekend and headed to the Dallas zoo. Here's the banana gearing up for the long ride:
Here are the two big kids at the entrance of the zoo
Big Gorilla
"This monkey stuff is boring "
A rare sighting of the entire Scott family in one photo (thanks Nana!)
In the hotel room doing the bobsled!
We just drove up for one night and Lucy liked petting the bunnies the best. Christian liked the big fish the best (Botsch's, who does that remind you of?) and I just enjoyed the time with my family. Nana treated us to a great hotel and paid for our entrance into the zoo! All and all it was a highly successful trip.
Oh, and in case you are wondering, Graham took only one bite of the banana!
All Blacks
I don't know enough about Rugby to know how many people are required but I think I have the pretty good makings of my own team!
Nana has come for a visit and brought presents for everyone. So far we have treated her to many wonders of the US like McDonalds, Outlet malls and very large grocery stores!
Suicide watch
Now that we have an official crawler in our house, we spend the majority of our time trying to prevent death. There is the constant scanning of the floor for small items, the near fall of the iron off the ironing board, and tonight...well, tonight there was a bit of a pen incident:
As I watch my 5 month old crawl around the house I can't help but to constantly wonder "Isn't it really early for this?" So much so that I spent a good portion of a day trying to decide if I was remembering his birthday correctly. So tonight I got out all of the kids baby books to see if it really is early for him to be doing this or if the other two started at the same time. While looking at the baby books I learned a few interesting facts. #1 Christian didn't start crawling until 9 months. #2 I stopped writing in Lucy's baby book after month 1, and #3 Wyatt doesn't even have a baby book.
Always prepared!
We officially have the handsomest Boy Scout in town! He's such a big boy, I can hardly stand it! Yesterday he learned how to use tools, even hammered himself a lovely bookend.
In other "be prepared" news...Lucy got some new panties from auntie Laura for her birthday but for a couple of days, the panties were lost (Lucy likes to hide things). I finally found them yesterday so tonight I asked her if she wanted to put her new panties on and she said "No, those are for church." So, apparently you have to wear your fanciest Dora panties to church "just in case."
Birthday Bling
I've wanted a new wedding band since we bought the first one (a very classy $31 internet purchase) and 34 seemed like a good age to buy one. I drug Graham to the mall, put it in his pocket and told him to give it to me at dinner...I'm such a romantic!! I really love it and think it suits my (very large) hands nicely! Here is the extreme close-up:
My other birthday story is that on the big day I was at work talking to someone I had never met before and she looked down at my midsection and said "So, when are you due?" ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHH!!! I looked at her and said "5 months ago." Then I turned around and headed straight to my office to tear up alone!! I guess I have the exact opposite of whatever anorexics have. Apparently they look in the mirror and see a fat person when they are really skinny. I, on the other hand, think I look great but apparently I'm fat! So, I'm debating how to approach this situation. On the one hand, I could diet and exercise. On the other, I could eat a bunch of cookies, drink a bunch of beer, kick the crap out of the lady who said that, and hope that the rest of my body catches up with my belly. The latter sounds like the better choice to me..thankyouverymuch!
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