The Rocket

We traded in the Tundra for something a bit more... cool, I guess. We have been the proud owners of a 1990 Toyota Camry for a few months and life has been a party since. The white beast with peeling window tint and plush blue velour interior (yes, the ENTIRE inside of the car is royal blue) has been dubbed "The Rocket" and has quickly taken the Tundra's place in our hearts but not our driveway. The Rocket leaks. It's home is the street.

Chanting and hollering: "Rocket Power! Rocket Power!" with fists clenched and raised high, pounding the air in a solid salute to one of the world's coolest creations. The Rocket trumps the Magnum. The Rocket trumps just about anything. The way the tin beast climbs hills and roars so loud that it must be the engine exploding with excess power makes us cheer. It's lighting speed gets us from A to B in seconds flat. So what if there isn't really room for your legs. So what if the 17 year old interior smells like playdough. Who cares if the plushy seats make even the coolest butts sweat within a nanosecond of contact between them. It's The Rocket. The car payment free, cheaply insured, gas money saving Rocket.

Really, the hero here isn't the Rocket. The true heroes are the two small boys with hearts big enough to forgive for selling the cool truck and for finding a way to make our financial downsizing sting a little less.

Halloween

I am going to try and update this thing a bit more regularaly. No promises.





Last night we had a lot of fun. The boys were both Ninja Turtles. We made the costumes- and on that note, there is a serious lack of home-made costumes anymore. Anyway, there was some serious cuteness and awsomeness happening here. After each house Owen would announce, "Just ONE more house and that's IT!" and then we'd go on and he'd say it again, and again. Liam was so so proud of his costume that he was more concerned with how many people liked his costume than he was with the candy. He made my costume as well. I wore a pumpkin headband he made at school and carried a toy hammer and a toy telescope. When I asked him what I was supposed to be he said, "Just anything you want, Mom." I love that kid.





We live on a really great street. There are lots of families and people seem to be genuinely excited to see the kids come around. I guess it's a good measure of time. Each year the kids are bigger and interact more. The evolution of the costumes is fun to see too. The little boy that was Thomas the Train two years ago and a member of Lightning McQueen's pit crew last year has graduated to being a crime fighting amphibian. It won't be long before he wants to be some ghoulish figure or a mo-hawked punk rocker. I'll miss the cute stuff then.





We made it around the cul-de-sac, filled our "pumpkin baggie-bags", and headed home to spread the loot over the kitchen floor and lay in it.

Overheard at my house today

The oldest was conversing with the youngest in the office. They were "fixing". What it was they were working on or why it needed work, I have no clue.

"Hey O, pass me the Allenphillipswrencher. I got some real fixing to do. It's important."

Later, "Where's my big Bible book? I want to look up Shrek the Third."

I'm not sure that Shrek is in the Bible.

"Yes mom, it is. Don't you remember that God knows everything? Of course He knows Shrek."


A few more things I want to jot down before they escape me completely. O has funny words for everything. Hopefully I'll come back and add as I remember.

chochie mooch- chocolate milk
Bunnie- Bryan