Papa's Birthday at the lake.

Ok, so I'm only 5 weeks behind on my posts.  It's been busy around here, and with the holidays coming up, it's only going to get busier!

After we had a couple of weeks to recover from Piggy's party, mom and dad treated us to a weekend up at Bass Lake.  The boys even got presents for Papa's birthday!  Believe it or not, the boys have never been out on the water, and have never been fishing.  Papa aimed to rectify both things in one fell swoop.

They rented a nice pontoon boat, and we spent a day on the water.  We bbq'd, and taught the boys to fish. Piggy became quite adept at 'catching' the boat anchor!  We also had a near-calamity when Papa's very favorite hat flew away!   Thankfully, Grumpy is a great boat-driver, and was able to swing back around and pick it up before it sank.

We had a lovely cabin to stay in...large enough for all 3 families, though JJ and Auntie M couldn't make it with the cousins.  The deck got lots of use...

And a wonderful time was had by all.

More Conversations with Piggy

Piggy strikes again!  Here a a couple of gems for your Friday reading pleasure.

Me, at 2:30 this morning:  (Stanky wakes us with a tummy ache. He's shuttled off to the bathroom and some tums, then back to bed.  I roll over, right into the Pigster. "Where did you come from dude?

Piggy: Uh, comed in frum my woom (insert head jiggle here). Duh.

This was apparently funny enough to wake the Grumpasaur into a chuckle.

Also this morning, (Thankfully after we got up):

Piggy, who was still snuggled into my nice warm bed:  Will thombuddy pwese get me some cwothes?

Being the doting mother I am, I picked out something for him.  I neglected to grab clean chonies since, well, he put on a pair of brand new out of the bag ones last night before bed.  This was not OK, and this was the little lecture I got:

Piggy: Ewe dinnit got me no CHOWNEES!

Me: Pigs, you put on those new ones before bed. They didn't get dirty on your clean sleeping body, so I assume they are still good.

Piggy: NO-ah! Dose new chownees is only fow BEDTIME-uh! Get. Me. Old. CHOWNEES!

Of course, being the non-pushover I am, I made him get them himself. No way was I braving the minefield in front of that closet again!  But I learned that only saggy butt, threadbare chonies are appropriate for school.  At least, according to my pint-sized dictator.