That'll Do, Pig. That'll Do.

helping Mommy snap green beans for supper

Life is settling into a nice routine once again. This morning we hung out and waited for our exterminator (blessings and peace be upon him) to come eliminate our German roach infestation. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Funny thing is that they're smaller than our normal horrible GA roaches and so I thought they were something else, and thus wasn't as afraid of them. Now that I know, I'm on 3 different medications just to sleep here. After the bug guy did his thing, we headed over to the farmer's market to re-stock the entire kitchen (not because of the bugs, but because my brother was here this weekend). While I was selecting some basil, a middle-eastern man standing next to me starting yelling to his friend in the next aisle. "Habib!" "Habib!!" Each time he shouted, I heard a little voice from my shopping cart quietly say, "Habib." I was trying not to laugh out loud, thinking the guy wasn't going to notice, but he turned to Andrew with a big grin and said, "That's right ... Habib." Maybe you just had to be there, but it was the highlight of my shopping.

splashing in puddles

This afternoon we went to Kroger for canned goods and such (my brother eats a lot). Last time we were there, the kind check-out lady gave Andrew a lolly pop, so as soon as we pulled into the parking lot he began saying "holly hop!" with considerable passion. Fortunately he was rewarded at the end of our Kroger experience - he'd been quite a trooper with all the shopping.

preparing to roll trucks down the driveway

Another thing The Precious is very passionate about these days is elevators, which he pronounces eh-ticka-ticka-ticka. I love to hear him say this. He can spot one from a mile away (I had no idea there was an elevator near the self-checkout at Kroger) and is usually pretty good about pressing the button I suggest as opposed to the "Push Only In Case Of Fire" button that is bright red and ridiculously low to the ground.

Saturday morning Sesame Street

Bradley is in "jump school" here in Georgia for the next few weeks where he will learn how to jump out of an airplane and not die. According to him, a potato could do it since they're attached to some sort of pole in the plane that opens the parachute for them, but I'm still pretty impressed. And, I mean, you still have to land properly, right? I don't guess a potato would care if both his legs broke off when he hit the ground. Having him here this weekend was great - I laughed a lot. I wish I could re-tell the story of his recent adventure dropping out of a helicopter into the ocean, but I wouldn't do it justice. Let's just say it would have been one of the worst experiences of my life, but he made the whole thing sound hilarious. Bradley doesn't like to sit around much, so he talked me into going rock climbing with him at a gym nearby. I felt so cool and outdoorsy as I learned to tie fancy knots and belay (it's stuff with ropes ... you all wouldn't understand).

Bradley preparing to climb

And now for something totally random. What the heck is this bug?! It lived on the sandbox cover for at least 2 days. Is it a normal sort of bug that everyone else knows about but me, or am I right that it's totally bizarre?