We've finally had some awesome weather lately, so we went to the zoo with the Youngs. Rock was pretty excited to see his old acquaintances again, like the baby brontosaurus, Miles Finch. Rock also tried to get into a growl off with the lions, but once they saw his mean growling face they all whimpered softly. Rock was alot more interested in pushing his stroller then he was in all the animals. It was pretty cute, he didn't want to just push the bars where he could reach, he had to lower the stroller so he could get to the handles. Adorable. Connor also got into the stroller pushing, but the boys couldn't keep from playing bumper cars with them. Bumper cars wouldn't have been that big of a deal, except the boys kept mistaking their heads and the sidewalk for bumper cars. The other big attraction was the meri-go-round. I think Rock like it, but you can judge for yourself. We had an FHE lesson on looking stoic into the distance. I'm pleased to report that Rock is a quick study.
The United States, tired of the lengthy war in the Pacific, decides to end the madness and show Japan's its ultimate weapon. May 27, 2009: I am tired of Rock's resistance and rebellion, so I pulled out our ultimate weapon in the war against Rock and the fuzzies of the backyard (Click here if you don't know what I'm talking about, and welcome to the blog). You can tell by his face that he isn't pleased with how this revolution is shaping up. So what was this awesome weapon that destroys Rock's powers? Our Bissell.
Rock sold out the fuzzies and negotiated a truce. Instead of unlimited chocolate milk, Rock was able to receive bites of DeAndra's Hershey's bar. So, Monday Rock and I were supposed to go to a ward activity at Scott County Park. We were in the car making the 15 minute drive when he started to whine that he didn't have any juice. Normally I will just let him whine away, but this time he was threatening to fight 'dirty' and I wasn't prepared for that kind of warfare, so I got him a juice box. He was doing really well drinking it, until he tried to squeeze the juice out into his mouth. He missed his mouth and got it all over his shirt, face and back. That ended our BBQ. Here Rock describes what happened, as well as how much he hates his juice box now.
DeAndra was reading a book with Rock when he saw this picture of a good looking person. See what happened next:
Rock's latest project has been to tame the wild horses that he catches in his wild horse trap. He keeps the trap in the mall, right between the space shuttle and the purple car being driven by a rat. He finally got the horse to the point where he could ride it, and ride it he did! Notice the proper body lean, that helps build up speed. I let Rock eat two Peanut M&Ms on our way out of the mall today. I thought he really liked them, since his lips turned blue and yellow, but it turns out he's not a fan of the peanuts. Those are the peanuts on his car seat strap. I guess he's leaving them there for later, but maybe he thinks they kind of look like bullets on a gun belt. This is his latest smile, he thinks that the cheesier it is, the better.
I remember running around her house while she made homemade bread. She would try and teach us to mix the ingredients and knead the dough. She especially took pride in how nice and breadlike her loaves turned out. She was a nice lady, but she would beat me senseless if she saw my pathetic loaves of bread. I can already feel her wooden spoon of justice across my back.
To make up for it, here is Rock trying to convince his parents that he isn't tired and ready for bed.
Tonight was the third annual Aarons' Birthday Party. Since Aaron Young and I have birthdays that are close together we thought it would be a good excuse to throw a huge party. This will be our last birthday in Davenport, so Aaron decided to go nuts and buy a 100 foot slip 'n slide. It was AWESOME!!! Even DeAndra couldn't resist the allure of the slide, and she made it her mission in life to make it the entire length.
Even though she never made it, I think she still had fun.
While the parents were mastering the slip 'n slide, Rock was making sure that all of his buddies had all of the Italian salad that they could eat. He somehow came into possession of an ice cream scoop and used it to fish out noodles to hand out to the kids waiting in a circle around him. I think he likes being in charge. Jacque made these cupcakes with delicious frosting, but I don't think Connor got enough in his mouth to know that.
So yesterday I woke up to the sound of pans clanging together and bowls getting thrown around, and I ran out to see what DeAndra was making for breakfast. But she wasn't anywhere in the kitchen (which concerns me, since I thought she understood a woman's role better than this), instead Rock was forming a rock band with Rufus and wanted to practice his percussion. DeAndra wasn't making breakfast since she had a better plan: The Machine Shed. It's this cool restaurant that is country themed that we had always heard about but never visited. It was awesome! They gave Rock a sweet John Deere tractor to play with and DeAndra made him a cute little farmer's bib. The nice farmer in the next table over asked Rock if he'd had any problems with teenagers camping in his fields this year, and Rock let him know what he thought of teenagers. It was a good dinner, except due to the fact that it was farm themed they made us go tend the field after breakfast. Rock isn't so sure that he likes birthdays that aren't his. He had a hard time sharing the attention. He got so jealous that at one point he started warming up his blow dart gun. Look at the size of that blow dart, it could take down an Oprah! I have to admit that I got taken well care of this year. DeAndra gave me a spending allowance (with help from Ma and Pa and the Judds!!!) for some new golf clubs that I will pick up soon! Nick sent me this awesome little helmet autographed by Robbie Bosco! And in case you are wondering, it is to small for Rock's massive head, and so those pictures aren't happening. And then I got these autographed golf balls from Princess Whitni and her loyal followers (I'm assuming that means Mom, Dad, Marissa, Lindsea, Sabri and the surgical resident from her knee surgery). They were signed by the Seahawks that participated in the Bear Mt. Golf Tournament that Whitni helped officiate over. Who were the Seahawks? Nobody knows, but you can read about Whitni's adventure here.
Every once and a while I let Rock practice handling the remote. He normally does a good job, and he knows what channel to turn it to. Like yesterday, he picked baseball and then some movie where stuff blew up all the time. But then he kind of swung and missed when he left it on Planet of the Apes IV: A New Hope. Let me tell you, it was terrible. The worse part is now Rock thinks he needs to become a man-ape to be able to rule the powerful monkey civilization. He is practicing his banana eating and peeling. It's going okay,not great, but he's getting there. He has also tried to practice something else that monkeys do, something that involves throwing and stinkyness. He's been shot down on that one, but he's still waiting for the time when we aren't paying attention. He learned that monkeys don't have great manners, and so he's practicing talking with his mouth full and chewing with his mouth open. DeAndra was doing her womanly duties in the kitchen when she needed someone to help with the dishwasher. Rock thought she'd never ask! Trivia: Does anybody know where I stole the words to Rock's speech from Fuzzy's funeral in the previous post? Answer: Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. I am a little ashamed of all of you. DeAndra told me that no one would know where it was from and I stood up for all of you. I told her that our blog readers had some culture and weren't some slack jawed yokels, but it looks like I was wrong. I lifted it from my Mommy's favorite movie and she didn't even get it. So sad.
Rock was heartbroken this morning when I told him that his fellow rebel in his attempted overthrow of the house was found dead. That's right, little Fuzzy died while trying to get back into the mower bag, and I found him next to the shed. Rock wants everyone to know that Fuzzy died a hero, and here you can read his chapter in the revolution. Rock held a little funeral for Fuzzy today, it was pretty sobering. He was a little offended that I was there to take pictures, seeing as Fuzzy died trying to usurp my role as head of the house. "Do you have to be drinking chocolate milk in front of me like that? He died trying to get me control of the chocolate milk supply! This will go over great with my therapist in 23 years!" Rock saluted his fellow rebeldes, and let them know that the fight for unlimited chocolate milk will continue. They even showed a tribute video to Fuzzy, but since they didn't have any actual video of him, they turned it to the Nature Channel for a minute or two. It was about jelly fish, but Rock assured the rebeldes that the jellies were in on the fight too.
"Oh Fuzzy, you brave, brave little bunny. Dumb as a squirrel, but oh so brave!"
Here is Rock's brief but poignant eulogy.
He seemed pretty torn up after the whole funeral. But I thought he did a great job, considering the only other funeral he has ever been too was when Mommy's friend Good Night Sleep died the night he was born. So, to lift up the little rebel's spirits we took him to Cold Stone (oh, and the free coupon for my birthday was kind of a big reason too) for a delicious $.39 kiddie cone. The cold ice cream helped soothe the ouchies on his wounded heart. After finishing his cone he stole my spoon and helped himself to my deliciousness. Now, full of ice cream and resolve, Rock re-commits to the cause.
"Fuzzy will not die in vain, and when I rule the house I will pour chocolate milk over his grave for him to enjoy!"Happy Birthday, Grammy Rae!!!
Rock also tried to get into a growl off with the lions, but once they saw his mean growling face they all whimpered softly.
Rock was alot more interested in pushing his stroller then he was in all the animals. It was pretty cute, he didn't want to just push the bars where he could reach, he had to lower the stroller so he could get to the handles. Adorable.
Connor also got into the stroller pushing, but the boys couldn't keep from playing bumper cars with them. Bumper cars wouldn't have been that big of a deal, except the boys kept mistaking their heads and the sidewalk for bumper cars.
The other big attraction was the meri-go-round. I think Rock like it, but you can judge for yourself.
We had an FHE lesson on looking stoic into the distance. I'm pleased to report that Rock is a quick study.
