My favorite Adamism of ALL TIME!!!

First, a warning. This blog post does contain a graphic word and potentially graphic imagery. For those of you who prefer not to read graphic stuff, stop reading now.

This Adamism is actually fairly old. I've wanted to post it since the dawn of time (okay, not really but ever since it happened some time ago). It's taken me almost four years to get permission from Michael to post it. When you read it, you'll understand why.

A few years ago, when Adam was about four years old, I was working at Stampin' Up. Since I was working, Adam had to go to a babysitter. That babysitter was my dear friend, Nicole.

At the time, in addition to babysitting my son, Nicole was also tending her three year-old nephew, Alex, and her one year-old niece, Ella.

One day, Nicole was changing Alex's diaper. Adam leaned over her shoulder and commented, "Hey. He has a penis." Nicole was not very thrown by Adam's use of this word, since we've always used the proper words for the associated body parts. "Yes, Adam," she said, "he does have a penis, just like you." At this point, little Alex chimed in, "My daddy has a penis too. And it's the BIGGEST one in the whole world!" Adam, not to be outdone, proudly exclaimed, "Well, my daddy's isn't the biggest in the whole world, but it's the hairiest."

To this day, it still makes me laugh. Thank you, Michael for allowing me to publish this. It was very brave of you.

When life throws you car repairs...

So, every year our annual July 4th tradition is to attend Riverton Town days. It USED to be an amazing little hometown, down home, homegrown event. It had old fashioned games, local vendors, bounce houses. Now, not so much. It's still fun, mind you, but I miss the good ol' days.

Today's Riverton Days is a full-fledged carnival, complete with nauseous-making rides, greasy delicousness (like Funnel Cake.....mmm), and unsavory looking carnies (is there any other kind?). And, because we started the tradition back in the day, we make a point to go every year.

Until this year.

Yesterday we learned that Michael's car needs a very, very expensive repair. And since Michael needs that car to get to work, hello car repair, sayonara expense of Riverton days.

I have mixed feelings about this. I love watching my family as they stumble off of those nauseous-making rides. I love funnel cake (just a drop of powdered sugar on my piece). I love seeing my kids sticky-icky with cotton candy and shaved ice. I also love the fireworks show. That being said, I can't say I would exactly relish standing around in the heat watching the baby while everyone else (including Thomas) rides the rides over and over and over again.

So, this year, we will start a new tradition. This year, we will spend our holiday with our dear friends, the Brays. This year we will enjoy food cooked on our grill. Instead of watching our kids get hurled through the air by machines, I will watch them get hurled through the air as they bounce on our trampoline. Instead of buying cotton candy, we will make caramel apples. Instead of watching a big fireworks show, we will set off tanks and snakes in our cul-de-sac.

And even though I'm a little blue about missing our traditional red, white, and blue day, I'm really thankful for our dear friends, our freedom, and the ability to get our car fixed.

I hope my kids remember the better lesson of this day: that fun doesn't have to be manufactured by tattooed people and metal arms. And honestly, I hope I remember it too.

Happy 4th everyone!


Until next time...