Inappropriate Laughter

My mom and I have a real problem with inappropriate laughter, especially when we're together. We'll get fixated on something, and then we can't stop laughing. Then we start laughing at each other, and it just gets bad. The last time we had a really bad case of it was at a wedding. The groom was obviously and blatantly drunk...Wow, that wedding was entertaining! Thank goodness it was a big wedding and we were near the back. To this day if we mention that wedding, my mom and I start giggling. BTW, the groom was so drunk that at the reception he told me to "give him a call soon". Anyway, the inappropriate laughter happened again today. My mom went with me to the twins first day of Tiny Tots and Tunes at the church. It's exactly the same as Gymboree except half the songs are Christian songs, and it only costs $10 a kid instead of $200 a kid. The laughter started almost as soon as class did. One of the first songs was a marching song. The teacher told us to all stand up and march with the kids. As the music started, my mom and I were on our knees helping the kids stand up to "march". We had them "marching" and then the teacher said, "Swing your arms! Swing your arms!". That's when my mom hollered, "Swing your arms?! Kyle's holding on for dear life!" I know it's not that funny, but the whole ridiculousness of the situation hit us with that comment and we started laughing. Then, to make things worse, my mom would holler out to the beat of the music, "March for Jesus! March for Jesus!" By this time, I had tears running down my face I was laughing so hard. So what did I do? I started hollering, "March for Jesus! March for Jesus!" right along with her. So inappropriate, but so funny. Needless to say, after 45 minutes of Tiny Tots and Tunes my mom and I were more worn out than the babies. And here's what they looked like by the time they got home...

Movin' On Out

The babies are really starting to act like brothers. We've moved on from the basics of pacifier stealing and are now moving into the intermediate stage of floor wrestling. More often than not I'll find them like this...

Or this....

Kyle still hasn't figured out he's bigger than his brother, or that he can fight back. The only defense maneuver he's learned is the quite effective "cry for Mommy to come save me". The floor wrestling has spilled over to their bedroom, so Jason finally convinced me it was time to put them in their own cribs. I really didn't want to...they look so cute cuddling together, and I was worried they would miss each other. Kyle didn't skip a beat, if fact, he looked like he was making snow angels in the bed he was so stretched out. Reed, on the other hand, seemed a little sad. It's taken him longer to fall asleep, and he kept looking around the room..probably looking for a wrestling match. But, they did seem to sleep better last night, so I guess it was time....here they are in their new separate cribs...

And The Winner Is....

Good evening, award show fans. Welcome to The Bloscars!
We'll be showcasing some of your favorite talent from the Ingy Family Blog, and of course, the winning posts. Thanks to all of you who participated in our blog anniversary issue! Let's start tonight by welcoming our first presenter, the youngest of the Ingy family, Reed Ingersoll! (Cheers and Applause)

Reed: Thank you, Thank you. and Thank you. I'll be presenting the award for "Best Performance By A Baby." And The Bloscar goes to...."A Thief in our Midst"! It's me! I've won! I've won! I'd like to thank my mom and my dad, JR, my stylist, and of course, my brother Kyle. Without you and your pacifier, Kyle, this would never have been possible. Let's take a look back at that special moment.

Please help me welcome our 2nd presenter of the evening, the biggest of the Ingersoll babies, Kyle Ingersoll! (Cheers and Applause)

Kyle: Thank you, blog fans. I'm going to take a minute from the glitz and glamour of the evening and get political for a moment. I want to thank our soldiers who are serving overseas, protecting us and keeping us safe, and remind you that I'm a proud member of Babies for McCain! Woo-Hoo! Okay, I'll be presenting the award for "Best Hysterical Moment By My Mom". And The Bloscar goes to...I can't believe it...."For Goodness Snakes!" Let's take a look at just how hysterical that moment was...

Our final award of the night will be presented by our most popular Ingy Family Blog personality. The oldest and most well traveled of all the Ingy children...Please welcome....JR Ingersoll! (Cheers and Applause)

JR: Thank you! I'm here to announce the big winner of the evening. Out of the 248 postings my mom wrote in a year, you, blog audience, have picked your favorite. And The Bloscar for favorite blog of the year goes to....."Recession? Have They Told Starbucks Yet?" So what's the big lesson we learned from that post? Well, we learned Mommy's pretty conservative, and she sure likes to get on her soap box about it. And if you want to tell her how bad the recession is, you better make sure her mouth's full of Cinnabon so she can't interrupt you!

Thanks for joining us for The Ingy Family Bloscars! Stay tuned for Fashion Police with Joan and Melissa Rivers...I'm sure they'll have plenty to say about Mommy's constant pony-tails and baseball caps!

Karen's Back

So blog readers, you're going to have to indulge me, as I have another JR story for today. For those of you with sweet, little girls who just sit around cutting and coloring, you'll never know this feeling, but it's pretty much a crapshoot for me everyday when picking up JR. I never know if I'm picking up JR - perfect student, or JR -"bee thrower". Luckily, this week, I've been picking up JR-perfect student. And when I pick up JR-perfect student, he's quick to point out who got in trouble that day. Today's story went on and on about 3 kids getting in trouble and one was a girl, and she told somebody to shove him and blah, blah, blah. There's no telling what actually happened, but in JR's mind, the girl had it out for him. I asked him what the girl's name was and after thinking long and hard he said, "Karen". Now, let me stop the story here to give you the back-story on "Karen". Karen was JR's arch-rival from preschool in China...his wicked nemesis, his Achilles' heel, his kryptonite. Everytime he got in trouble, it somehow involved Karen, and vice-versa. JR and Karen were always fighting. They always wanted the same things-toys, books, puzzles. And since Karen was the cute, British, female version of JR- their interactions always ended in a full contact brawl. I remember telling him, "JR, do not go near Karen. Stay away from Karen. If Karen comes near you, go to the other side of the room. " Of course none of the girls in JR's class are named "Karen". But seems JR can't forget his old rival. I wonder if Karen's somewhere calling all the unruly boys in her class "JR"?

From Juice To Caboose

When I picked JR up from school yesterday he was pretty excited about their weekly change of "jobs".
JR: Mommy, Guess what I'm in charge of this week.
Me: Oh JR, You're not in charge of juice anymore.
JR: No. I'm the ca-boo-sss
(I take a few seconds to figure out the last word he's just said.)
Me: Oh! The caboose. How exciting!
(I'm now thinking how ingenious his teacher is to make the kids think being last in line is a special treat for the week.)
JR: Yes. I'm the caboose. When we line up, nobody is allowed behind me.
Me: What would you do if somebody did get behind you?
JR: They're not allowed. They know I'm the caboose.
Me: Do you miss being in charge of juice?
JR: No, but I would like to be the napkin helper.
Me: Oh, the napkin helper does sound like fun. What job do you not want to do?
JR: The weather helper. All you get to do is look out the window. They never get to change the weather because it's always sunny and hot. I would like to be the weather helper if it was raining. Then I could change the picture.
Me: Yeah, the weather doesn't change much this time of year. But, I'm sure excited about you getting to be the caboose.
JR: Yes! Nobody gets behind me!

Olympics? Saw it Live, Baby!

The Traveling Ingys made it to our favorite place in the world. And while we were there we went to the biggest event in the world. Oooohhh, yeah! I sent Katie to the Pearl Market to get me my new passport that says I'm 25, and she did me one better. Say it with me...O-lymp-ics!


Here we are hanging out with the Benson family (Katie, Ella, Madeline, and Andy) and 4 of the 1 million Olympic volunteers. JR was just thrilled to be back in the arms of a girl from his homeland.


So what did you do this summer? Oh, really? Yeah, we didn't do much....Just watched the USA women's soccer team win a gold medal over Brazil with Madeline!

It's Bird's Nest all the way! We weren't as fast as Usain Bolt at the Track and Field events, but hey, when your bodies look like Michael Phelps and Misty May what more could you want? We can't have everything now can we?

And to wrap up the Olympics, Katie took us to the USA vs. China baseball game. And yes, we cheered for the Americans...the Chinese have enough medals!

I'm Taking Labor Day...

Oh yes, I'm taking the day off. But, never fear...I have a guest blogger (BTW, if any of you ever want to be a guest blogger I'm happy to take some more days off). Today's blog comes from my favorite writer, opera singer, and former student, Joseph (J.D.) Roberts. Joseph spent a semester in Europe and would send out the most interesting and hilarious emails about his adventures. I was talking to him the other day, and I asked him to send me an except that I found particularly funny. So, for your reading pleasure...take it away, Joseph....

Annoying American incident #342:
While waiting in line for the Coliseum, Mallory and I were unfortunately located in front of an American couple with their child, who henceforth will be known as Kayla. Now Kayla, you must understand, is hyperactively climbing on the perimeter fence while Mother lethargically pushes around the stroller out of boredom and what I will imagine is sadness for having produced such a child.
Father, overhearing another couple behind us speaking German: "Oh, do you speak German?"
They did, in fact, speak German.
"Where are you from? --Kayla, get down from there!-- Are you from Germany?"
Austria.
"Oh, we were in Interlaken a while ago, we-- KAYLA-- just loved it."
Errr, Interlaken ist in Svitzerlant.
"Yeah, yeah... they speak German. We loved it there. So did you drive here *makes a moving wheel motion with his hands* or fly *airplane motion*?" [Train was obviously too difficult for him to mime and was therefore left out of the production]
Errrr, fly.
"Kayla, honey, get down from there."
Mother intervenes: "Honey, I think those two (me and Mallory) are laughing at you (we were). Kayla honey, you can only have one more cookie before supper." Two minutes later "Kayla, darling, these are your last cookies."
Repeat thrice...No wonder she was climbing the Coliseum!"