I love my husband, BUT...

... I just went on the second to worst date in my life (the first worst was in college, but I won't go there.)

Jack had an idea to take a self defense class. I thought it was a one hour quick summary of what I should do if someone approaches me. Boy, was I wrong. It was called Krav Maga. It was punching bags, knee pads, spinning on you back terribleness.

My first red flag was that Jack couldn't be my partner. WHY? This was supposed to be a date. I wanted to spend time with him.

Then we started kneeing bags that our partner (who, may I remind you, was not Jack) was holding and after the millionth knee I wanted to shoot myself.

Then we started punching bags until my knuckles bled and my skin was peeling off my hands. (All while working with a complete stranger who never said ONE WORD!!!)

In my head I was already wanting to kill Jack and then I look at him and his partner was KICKING his ASS! Jack later told me that he was sweating so much and working so hard that snot was flying out of his nose with every punch the other guy gave. I'm still laughing about that.

AND THEN, we start simulating being knocked down onto our back by our opponent and turning around on our back. I'm not explaining that right enough to let you know the pain this was, but it was burning my back and causing my skin to twist and I thought it was going to look like my knuckles! OUCH! Why would anyone pay to have their back scabbed in their bathing suit.

By the time we walked out I wanted to KILL Jack for submitting me to that.

NEVER. NEVER. NEVER EVER AGAIN!

Oops!

Jack's out of town tonight, so I took the kids to Frankie and Roger's house. We took a stroll after dinner and ended up at the park. Tre was having a great time and then he stopped in his tracks and yelled out, "I HAVE TO PEE!" With no toilet around, I was unsure what to do and then I knew. I knew by looking at his face that he wasn't going to make it. So right then and there I pulled his pants down. I didn't get very far. The minute his "junk" was out, he peed. Yep... he didn't even wait for me to move my hand. All over my hand, all over his underwear, all over his shoes, and all over his pants. The problem is that he refused to wear his clothes after that. How were we to get home? He even refused to ride his bike. I already had William in the stroller, so I couldn't push a bike. I told him we were going to leave his bike if he didn't ride it and that did the trick. He got on the bike and could have cared less after that! His shirt even got a little wet, but thank God I convinced him to keep that on. THat would have been a site!

Tre loves to clean up!

Tre loves to clean. I have to brag.

I picked him up from school the other day and the teacher told me that he's always the only one cleaning. This particular day she was frustrated, so she made Tre stop picking up and sit while the rest of the class cleaned. He was going to be able to go play outside early with the other class, so he was waiting for that. Anyway, the teacher pointed out something in the kitchen area that needed to be cleaned and Tre jumped up to get it! She had to remind him that he didn't have to clean! I thought that was too funny. Most kids would LOVE the fact that they didn't have to pick up! Not my Tre. He probably thought he was punished!

Traumitized Tre

So ever since Tre flushed his pants down the toilet is it TERRIFIED to flush the toilet. We hadn't put two and two together until we asked why? This is how it went:

Jack: Did you flush the toilet?

Tre: But I don't wanna flush every time?

Jack: Why not?

Tre: I don't want to flush my pants down the toilet!

Poor guy!

Wii boxing

I crack up watching Tre play this game.

Easter train

We took the kids to the famous train that our mall puts together during any holiday. Tre LOVES it, and so do I since it's only a buck! William's never been a fan, but he usually happily watches Tre. This time, we attempted to have him ride and he about had a heart attack, so he watched Tre again. However, this time he just kept saying, "I wanna ride! I wanna ride!" We gave him a second shot and it looked like it was a go and then he started freaking at the last minute, so I hopped in. He was good unless he saw his daddy...

Christmas in March?

I asked Tre what they sang at school today and he responded with this! I thought it was cute, too, how William got involved!