Go Jaws, Go...

I was driving the other day and pulled up next to this lady. I watched her for a few seconds before I got my camera out. Man, was her jaw going! Mine got tired watching her. I didn't know a jaw could go that fast. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.
I had the camera real low on the window so she didn't notice. I'm awful, huh?

The Iguana Hunter Did it Again...

So I notice Oreo has something. How he got, I don't know. So I go outside to see if it's still alive. Now, mind you I have Adrian in my arms. So I'm sneaking up on this thing, like it's gonna get me. So a few mins. later Marsel comes in the house with his friend Aries. I asked if he would go see if it was still alive. Conclusion: dead. So he said he would get rid of it. He went inside and got the rubber gloves. He checked it out a little. He touched its little spiky things on its back, and said it felt rubbery. I said to him, honey you have on rubber gloves, it's gonna feel like rubber.
So he tells Aries to get the front, and he'll get the back. He's already holding it. Aries told him he wasn't picking up the head. So Marsel did it himself. He picked it up by the tail and started to swing it like it was a discus. Again, I'm standing there with Adrian in my arms. I had to tell him to cool it a min. I moved back, just in case he let go at the wrong time. I could just imagine him throwing this thing and it hitting me, like a ton of nasty bricks. Poor Adrian would have a heart attack, because I would have a heart attack. Adrian, by the way thought all of this was funny. Laughing at the boys. As for Oreo, he had to watch from the window as his treasure sunk to the bottom of the canal. (I'm just glad he didn't try to bring it into the house like he did with a duck once before.)
I'm still a little apprehensive about receiving kisses from Oreo. Iguana breath.

2nd Grader

Suicide... Why?

A friend of mine took his life last week. And I just don't get it. I guess I should be glad for that. I'm not in the frame of mind to get it.
I was upset by this. But the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. I first felt shocked. Then I felt disbelief. Like it's not so. His phone number is still in my phone. We had made plans to work together. It can't be real. Then I felt mad, no pissed. How could he do this? How could he do this to his family? I believe this happened because he lost his brother to heart problems a few months back. So I was thinking of his mother. She just lost a son a few months ago, then to lose another. And her husband is sick with cancer. Which could have played a part in his decision to do this. I didn't cry when I found out, and still haven't. But when I would look at Marsel and Adrian and think about his mother, then I felt like crying. It was tearing me up. I slept like crap that night.
Now I'm better. I feel stupid saying that. Like this was about me. What I mean is that I'm not looking at the boys and thinking things that hurt a mom.
I don't know if what I feel is "right" when it comes to something like suicide, but it makes me mad. (I guess feelings aren't right or wrong, they just are.) I wasn't walking in his shoes, but why couldn't he ask for help. Like from a doctor? He had to know he was hurting, why didn't he just ask for help? He could have still be alive this week.
Your family is in my thoughts, Daniel. I'm mad at you right now, but that will pass.

Bling in the Mouth...

Marsel went to the dentist today. And he came home with bling in the teeth!

Plantation Heritage Park

Notice he's hair cut. He's like a pound lighter now.

Today mom and I took the boys to Plantation Heritage Park. My mom used to talk me there when I was little. I used to like to feed the ducks. In fact, that's what I called it, the duck pond- still do. (Maybe that's where Adrian gets his obsession with ducks from, is me.) Although there aren't many ducks there anymore. We only saw 2. On our way out, we saw a sign that said not to feed the wild life. I told my mom that's probably why there aren't any more ducks here. People stopped feeding them, so they said we're outta here.

It was a nice day. It was hot, of course, but there was a breeze. Probably from the storm off the coast. (Hurricanes and tropical storms always make the weather so nice before the make land fall.)

Adrian and his moo cow kiddie leash.

He was digging the little bit of freedom. (With a stick in his hand, just like his BB.[big bro])

Adrian and Grandma.

Grandma and the boys. And the cow.

I can't remember what the lip was for. Maybe something to do with the stick in his hand. Who knows.

Ducks and Auntie Kate

Here are a couple from a couple of weekends ago. like 2, when Kate was here.

Adrian loves to be chased! And Auntie Kate caught him.

This was earlier the same morning. He was going after them, until he got to the grass.

He saw some ducks in the front yard. Notice he's on his tippy toes. He's serious about his "duhts".

Mr. Pisser

Man, Adrian was a pisser tonight. I think it was because he was tired. He was fine in the car ride home. Talking up a storm. Playing with his cell phone. I told him to call Daddy. And he would yell "dada" with his tongue out. It's so funny when he does that. But as soon as we walked in the house and I put him down on the floor to go see Joel, he started with a fit. And to us it was for nothing. But something wasn't going the way he wanted. Joel was holding him and looking out the back window at the ducks while I got dinner ready. When I went to get him, I stood at the window for a min. Well, that wasn't long enough for him! He got so mad. So I get him to sit down to eat. (I've been trying to sit him in this little chair of Marsel's. Just trying to get him used to it. Besides he sits in a chair at school.) Anyway, I gave him the smallest bite of a french frie while I was getting the other food out for him. He ate some of the other stuff, but then he felt that he needed another frie. And I was just not working with him. He pitched the biggest fit! Then he wouldn't eat anything, didn't want his milk. I ended up taking him outside. (Ever since he was very little, like the first week we brought him home, whenever he was crying and we couldn't help him to stop, when we took him outside that would do the trick. Almost right away he'll stop crying. I don't know if it's because it's always warmer outside, or if it's different things to see. But whatever, it works.) And it worked today. I took him to the back yard to see all the ducks. He walked around, walked up to our fence and was trying to pet Krypto and Oreo from the outside. When we went back inside, I told him to find daddy. But he heard the boys in the other room playing video games, so he wanted to check them out. So I finally got him to go towards Joel. But then he saw Marsel's DS, and then he thought Marsel left it there for him. And then another fit in sued. I walked him into the office/his room where Joel was. I had to close the door because he was determined to go back for the game. He was standing on his tippy toes trying to open the doors. He doesn't know how to turn the knob, but he knows it's something like that.
After he was calm,(which was probably about 45 mins. later), Joel said to Adrian, "You see this?" Holding his hand out. "You're gonna get a lot of this on your cute bum when you get older." Joel said to me,"You know he's gonna be a pisser." I said,"Gonna be?"
Looks like he's got it down now.
I'm reading this book about children his age. On Becoming Pretoddler Wise. (I read the first one, Baby Wise. That one was how to get them on a good sleeping schedule. He was sleeping 12 hours by 3 months, so I guess they know what their talking about. Hoping it continues in this book.) So after this I feel like I need to run into the room, close the door and finish reading it.

Lord, help us do right by these 2 boys.

A Few of Adrian

This is Adrian channeling his inner Flash dancer.
Here he was trying to tell me where the "duts" (ducks) were.