**If you're a Crocs-lover, stop reading now!!**

When Crocs first came out I thought, "Well those look kind of comfortable. Maybe I'll buy a pair." I know people that wear them to work in the kitchen. Makes sense to me. I know people that wear them to work at a daycare. That also makes sense. I know people who wear them gardening, while on errands, or just around the house. All of those options seem reasonable. But now, Crocs are just out of control!!

I went to the Lion King in Des Moines with my mom a couple months ago and most people were very nicely dressed. Then there was a lady wearing a skirt, a sweater, and Crocs!! When did they become a dressy shoe?!? And just a couple days ago I saw a business woman checking into the hotel wearing a nice business outfit and Crocs!! When did Crocs become business approved shoes?!?

A picture, for those of you that don't get out much :-D

We got a scary dragon!!

Ok...so maybe it's not really scary. And it's not a real dragon, it's a kite, but man it's fun!! We got it on our way home from work yesterday and then went out to "Southern Slater" to fly it. It was pretty windy though, so Mr. Dragon took a lot of dives, but it was still fun. And Aaron is really good at flying kites!! He can do all kinds of tricks. He's full of all kinds of talents I know nothing about!!

The slobbery ball

We/Aaron made dinner for my family on Sunday night. Since we had been at work all day and we wanted to take the dogs to a nice field to 'phrow the ball' we took the dogs with us. It was quite a change to have 150 extra pounds of dog in their house, but we adjusted. All night long though, anytime anyone 'phrew' the ball for Steve the dog, my mom would frantically search for a napkin and hand it to the 'phrower' because "It's just gross with all that slobber!!" It's either just strange or possibly disgusting that I don't even notice the slobber anymore.

Mississippi Mud Pie

Coffee and chocolate ice cream mixed with Kahlua and Brandy in a homemade oreo crust. Mmmmm....so good!!

Good ideas and bad ideas...

A good idea... watering your garden.
A good idea... playing fetch with your dogs in the backyard.
A good idea...giving your dogs a bath.

A BAD IDEA... trying to combine those activities into one!! Just imagine Aaron and I chasing a sopping wet Nick around the backyard, trying to get the soap washed off, while also entertaining Steve so that he doesn't run into the neighbors yard.

He's the "Medium Dog" not the "Little Dog"

I'm not ashamed to admit, Aaron and I quite often verbalize for our dogs. As they're playing or fighting or when they're laying around exhausted, we might say something like "Oh geez guy!! Did you see that?!? Phrow the ball again!! Phrow it again!!" (For some reason our dogs can't say throw, they always say phrow!!)

Well, the other day, Steve said something like "Hey! Hey! Little dog!! You should not bite my face anymore!!" At that point, we had a conversation with Steve about how maybe it would be nicer if he would refer to his brother as "Medium dog" because he's not very litle anymore and we don't want him to get a size complex. Well, Steve, being the teenager that he is, thought this was absolutely ridiculous, so as Aaron was putting the dogs outside last night, he tried explaining it to Steve again.

"Come here medium dog...don't pee on the floor!!" *medium dog goes outside* Then, to Steve, "Now Steve, it's like McDonald's. They don't have a small. Medium is small, large is medium, and super-size is large. So by calling him 'medium' it's just the Americanized egocentric way of calling him 'small.' You can be 'Super-Size dog' if you want to."

To which Steve replied, "No guy, I'm just big dog."