Traveling Ingys: Smellin' the Roses

Okay, so the National Championship didn't turn out like we'd hoped, but at least we Ingys got to go to the game. Here we are tailgating at The Rose Bowl with some of my sorority sisters: Shelley, Lynn, Kelly, and Shari. (Marcia, Where were you during this photo-op?) And if The Horns could have pulled it out by the cheers of the crowd alone, it would have been due in part to these ladies. All I'm saying is I've witnessed Shelley fall off a table trying to lead Texas cheers, and Kelly chase a news truck down 6th Street screaming "CAN YOU TASTE THE SUGAR?!" after a win against A&M that sent Texas to the Sugar Bowl. Yep, these girls can cheer for the orange and white. And we're so happy Shelley let us come along (especially with Jason being an Aggie an all).

Baby Talk: Wow, It's Been Awhile

Reed: I can't even remember the last time Mommy let us talk. It's been forever! But she has to let us do whatever we want today because...Woo-Hoo, It's our birthday. Feel free to clap along with me.

Kyle: It's not so fun to have a birthday 2 weeks after Christmas. Mommy wasn't really in to planning a big party since we'd just had a big Christmas.

Reed: Luckily for Mommy, we're only 2 this year so we were just as happy with cake and presents at home as a big party.

Kyle: But I'd also like to add, I've seen the pictures of JR's big 2nd birthday bash, so I'm just letting Mommy know we'll expect some big shindigs in the future.

Reed: How cool is our cake? Yo Gabba Gabba is one of our favorites!

Kyle: We each had "Happy Birthday" sang to us and we each had two candles to blow out.

Reed: And I danced and sang along. "Happy Birthday" is one of my favorites. We both also screamed "ice cream" just to make sure we'd get some of that too!

Kyle: And then it was time for the best part...

Reed: Presents!

Reed: So here's to the 2's!

Kyle: 2 years old

2 of us

and ready to have 2 much fun!

Silvery Scouts

I spent the day bedazzling tutus. My house is just a total pink applique' wonderland of sequins, spangle, and sparkle.
Or not.
Actually I was trying to sew Cub Scout patches at a fast and furious pace. I promised JR I'd have his patches sewn on before his next meeting. And that next meeting...
Oh, today.
Nothing like waiting til the last minute. (And no, mom, I couldn't just hot glue them on.)
Sure there's not a shimmer of glitter to be found in this house, and I'm the only one with a flair for jazz hands, but I'm quite convinced that the Cub Scout uniform is the boy mom's princess costume. Seriously, what could be cuter?!

Prom with the Bros

I was trying to work with the little guys on the Bro Pose. You know the pose I'm talking about: Arms around each other's shoulders, other arm at their side, completely manly and cool. As you can see, we had a little problem with "side arm placement", so the boys actually turned out looking more like a prom picture. But being that they're boys (who could care less about having their picture made) and not girls (who love to pose and model), I think we did pretty good.
Speaking of boys vs girls, we're back to our normal routine which means Tiny Tots is back in the mix. I switched their Tots day from Wednesday to Tuesday and was fairly certain I'd made a monumental mistake when we walked into a gym full of girls. I immediately thought, "Uh-oh. There's going to be a whole bunch of paying attention, taking turns, and following directions going on here. Not sure this is going to work for us." But surprisingly, they did pretty good. Of course after seeing them in a class full of girls my dreams of them being gymnastic prodigies have been shattered. But other than that, I think there was lots of "taking turns" going on. The girls happily took turns while the boys cut right in front of them and did what they pleased.

My Big Green Tractor

I was under the impression that Kyle had a good dose of Jason's engineering genes. But after I found him like this, I'm not so sure. Luckily, he soon figured out riding his John Deer tractor on top of the Sesame Street couch wasn't one of his best ideas. And if you're wondering why he's shirtless? I'm actually not so sure what kind of fashion fiasco went down today. He was dressed, then found his infamous Yo Gabba Gabba shirt in the closet. He brought it to me like he wanted to wear it, but then took off running after I took his first shirt off. He looked like this the rest of the day. I guess he was doing his best JR impression to let me know he was missing big brother on his first day back to school.

Queen of 2010

When talking to my mom yesterday she asked me the same thing she asks me every New Year's Day, "Have you eaten your back-eyed peas yet?" And I told her the same thing I tell her every New Year's Day, "Jason and I don't like black-eyed peas. We've never eaten black-eyed peas, and if we start eating them now that might cause us bad luck." So with no customary New Year's food to speak of, I think we Ingys might have a new tradition on our hands. Last New Year's Day we were in the process of moving. We couldn't make it to Durango by dinner time, so we stopped in Aztec, NM and had dinner at the Dairy Queen. Last night we decided to go to Serious Texas BBQ for dinner, but since it was closed, headed down the street to the Dairy Queen. Uh-oh. Don't look now, but I think we've got ourselves a tradition. And actually I'm thinking our new tradition is waaaay better. Who wouldn't rather eat a Blizzard than black-eyed peas?!

Pina Coladas and Parkas

I was proclaiming my excitement on Facebook yesterday that:
A. We were invited to a New Year's Eve Party.
B. It was a themed party requiring "beachwear"
and
C. We had a babysitter.
So here we are all duded up in our tropical attire. (The babies had already gone to bed before we left.) I'm sure the Texans are probably thinking we walked out of the house as is, since I know of plenty of New Year's I've worn shorts. But you Coloradoans and Minnesotans know better. I actually wore my biggest coat (Jason refers to it as a "parka") and snow boots, then changed into my heels once there. (I guess Texans are the only ones who wear heels to the beach, since I was the only girl not in flip-flops. But at 5'2" even my flip-flops have heels, so I would have been wearing them no matter what.)
The party was super fun, and the hosts had hired bongo musicians who brought all kinds of instruments for everyone to play (think maracas, cow bells, and all kinds of drums). Alas, nobody went "McConaughey" with their bongos...the closest we got was when one of the girls almost lost her strapless dress in the hula-hoop contest. (And yes, Durangoans, they bought their hula-hoop from the Hula-Hoop Lady...always buying local.)
As we rang in the new year, Jason leaned over and said, "Well, here we are in another crazy place. It's 4 degrees outside, we're dressed like we're going to the beach, and people are banging on bongo drums."
Just another year for us Ingys.