Burn, Baby Burn!!

Our DayCare Association had a training on fires tonight.

Don't the girls look excited?

Here are our firemen Brett and Mike, showing us

 what burns fast, and what doesn't.

Mike is starting a grease fire in the oven.

Don't try this at home and if you do....

you might want to lose the ciggarette.

 Lol!!!

And we have fire!!!

Sharon puts it out and saves the day!

Now ya know what to do.

See, ya learn something new everyday!

Tae Kwon Do

For many summers Landon absolutely refused to wear shorts. He insisted on wearing his jeans. All summer long! Every year, I would take the most worn out jeans and cut the legs off to make shorts. He wouldn't touch them. I was afraid he was going to have a heat stroke! I also didn't want to be that freaky mom who dresses their kid for winter in the summer! Finally last year, he told me why he wouldn't wear shorts. Because his legs would get hurt. He plays hard. Bruises up and down both shins. So, this summer when I cut the legs off his jeans, I about fell over from shock when he actually started wearing them! I didn't say a word to him about it though. I didn't want to jinx it. He didn't wear them everyday, but he wore them enough to keep me happy. I thought Landon had pretty much forgotten about his shin concern until  last week when he started Tae Kwon Do. I was a little concerned how it was going to go after our little football incident. (For the record, he did go back and it must have all worked out, as he seems to be content.) When he came home from his first class, I asked him how it went. He was really excited and showed me all his new moves. When I asked him what the best part of the class was, he got really quiet, slowly pulled up his pant legs, revealing white pads wrapped around his legs. With a big smile on his face he said, "Look mom! They gave me shin guards!" Ahhh....my little man is happy, and so am I.

The Stupidest Question On Earth

Gotta get a little pet peeve off my chest here....Every time I go to Walmart as I check out, I have to brace myself for the most stupid inevitable question that always comes. "Do you want your milk in a bag?" Well.....yeeeeeaah! One of these days, I swear I am going to inform them just why I would like my milk in a bag. I would say....."I don't know what kind of milk you buy, but look at this gallon of milk that I have picked out. This jug is made of plastic and it's cold. Once it is removed from the refrigerator and hits the warm air, it forms a condensation. Condensation is wet. Therefore, I can not place this gallon of milk on my car seat. The next obvious choice of placement would have to be the floor. Now, if I place it on the floor then the condensation is going to pick up the carpet fuzz, french fries, boogers and lord only knows what else my kid has thrown on the floor back there. So, when I get home, I will have to wash this gallon jug before I can place it in my refrigerator. Do I want to do that? I do not. So yes please, I would like my milk in a bag."
I know our teachers always told us that there aren't any stupid questions, but I beg to differ. Would I like my milk in a bag?......Geez Louise......