Happy Holy-Days

Well, I'm not even going to waste time with excuses why my blog is so hit-and-miss.  Whatever.  It is what it is.  I have big news, though!  We are going to be moving (again, for those of you who know us) to a rockin' farm house in the Maple School District.  We are excited and have convinced the kids to be, also!  They will be switching schools first thing in January.  Unfortunately, our zip code is now going to end in "63".  You know what I mean...

A couple cool short stories since last I wrote:
My Mom, Bauer, and I were on our way to Bakersfield one afternoon.  We hear this "ugh" from the backseat and shortly thereafter, something in the air took me back to this Indian restaurant Ed and I ate at in Seattle...I looked back to see that Bauer had opened one of my mom's spice jars--left in the backseat without too much foresight, oh well--and there was curry powder all over his lap.  Nice.  Then, I was trying to open my mom's moon roof to let the smell out, but it took me awhile since I'm unfamiliar with her car.  We get to Shafter a few minutes later, and at a stop light this weirdo keeps waving.  I finally realize that I had opened the trunk.  I am so cool.

Since the beginning of football season, Farmer has been absolutely OBSESSED with the game.  This isn't really a story, but please continue reading.  Last Christmas he received a Bengals football uniform from my parents.  If I had to estimate, I would say that in the last month, he has worn that uniform about 250 hours.  He takes it off to go to school, but that's about it.  As soon as we are in the door, he puts that thing on.  The pants were white; they are now somewhere between brown and vaccuum bag contents.  What's the best is that he can play football all by himself.  He grabs a small IKEA plastic cup (the green one), and over and over again throws it up in the air right in front of himself.  Sometimes he catches it, and he falls down and says "Touchdown!"  And lots of times he misses and says "Not like that".

Claire story...hmmm...Claire now has an avatar on WeeWorld named Jessica.

Archer: He fell off the bed at my mom's house, and ever since, if he is alone on the bed and wakes up, he gets right up to the edge and lets his arms dangle off, but he doesn't go any farther.  Just confirmation that he is indeed human, even if he doesn't seem like it at 4 AM.