Some stuff I just can't leave out

I was desperately looking for my shoe's companion one morning. I asked Holt if he had seen it and held out my foot to model the one I had. He told me that it was in his room. "What's it doing in there?" I asked. "I needed a U-boat."

This made me smile

One Saturday this fall, I heard Holt in Harper Ann's room giving her instructions on where to stand so she wouldn't get hurt, followed by a "this is going to be so cool." This piqued my interest so I left the stove to see what was going on. This was what I saw. My response, "Hold on while I get the camera and band-aids."

Holt later explained that he was playing Indiana Jones and needed the scooter to build up speed to jump the canyon.

Holt watched a lot of Westerns this summer. His favorites are "The Cowboys" and "The Sons of Katy Elder." This resulted in lots of cattle drives and round-ups around our house. Well, one morning Harper Ann and I were having a tea party on the rug in her bedroom when in walks Holt with a strange gait. I realized through the context of the following statement that it was meant to be a cowboy strut. Holt looked at both of us through narrow eyes and said, "Okay ladies, I'm not here to stay the night. Just get me a root beer and make it quick and I'll be goin on my way." It took me a full two minutes to stop laughing. Holt, however, was quite serious about the whole matter.

Continuing our cowboy theme, on another morning this summer I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Holt came running in and fell down at my feet. "I've been shot, Doc." silence from me. "Didn't you hear me, doc, I've been shot." I looked down and said, "I'll fix it after breakfast." Holt then sat up very matter of fact, looked at me with a very stern look and said, "But mama, i can't eat breakfast with a bullet in my side." Well, you have a point.

Evidence of how looks can be deceiving. You might look at this picture and think, oh how sweet, but Harper Ann was right in the throes of a meltdown.

My mom gave me a wii for my birthday this summer. Holt loves it. His favorite game is Mario Cart. One night I gave Harper Ann one of the steering wheels to play with while he was racing. Holt cut his eyes to the side and said with disgust, "Women drivers?"