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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Monster Jam

All of us except The Babe with the Power went to see Monster Jam yesterday. It was Super Why's first time going, he was so excited. We first went to the pit party where the kids could get the drivers' autograph. Super Why didn't understand why he could not drive the trucks. They each bought a pillow in the shape of the truck they were rooting for (Deli Dude and Bookworm got Avenger, Cheeseburger Boy got Grave Digger and Super Why got El Toro Loco) and with that got an economics lesson. Grave Digger won the racing portion, he drove good and the other driver went into the turn to hard and spun into a police car. In the freestyle portion, Avenger and Grave Digger both rocked the house and got scores of 30. The judges reviewed the footage and decided the win went to Grave Digger, no surprise as he was the crowd favorite. Jim Koehler the driver of Avenger was awesome, he gave a great show and was just wild. Between races they had Quad wars, four wheelers racing around, the kids didn't care so much about that. The motocross team did freestyle jumps from one ramp to another doing tricks in mid air, the kids went wild for that. All in all it was a great day.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

A new kind of superhero

Super Why loves to dress up as Superman, he wears an old Halloween costume and runs around the house defeating bad guys. Well he has been potty training for the last few weeks so he's been running around with very little clothes on to make it easier for him until he gets the hang of it. He still wanted to play Superman the other day, but there is just no way he's going to be able to untie and get a one piece costume off in time, so he decided that the cape would suffice. About twenty minutes later he comes streaking by me in his t-shirt, cape and legwarmers?!? A friend had knitted a pair of wrist warmers for all the kids, to keep them warm and dry between their gloves and sleeves, apparently Super Why thought they worked better on his legs. He told me they were his robot cuffs. So what kind of Mom would I be if I didn't take a picture of my child doing something that he will find embarrassing in 10 years.