Boys are weird.

Maybe it's because Kelli and I forced Kyle to play too many "girl" games growing up - like Barbie Mania extraordinaire - but I really do not understand "boy" games and how to "play" them.

Take, for instance, Legos. Joey is obsessed with them. And when I say obsessed I do mean that just as I cannot go to DSW without perusing the size 7.5 clearance section 17 times, we cannot go to ANY store that sells Legos without at least taking a saunter down the aisle to "oooh" and "aaah" over the newest collections.

But back to Legos. You open the box. You follow the directions (creativity much?). And then what? You look at it?

And what about trucks? Alex LOVES anything on wheels, and every night we make at least 12 laps around the house with Hot Wheels, monster trucks, and a random Mr. Potato Head. Don't ask. But when I try to make it a "game" or into something more interactive (like crashing, races, ramps, etc.) he'll have none of it. He just wants to crawl around the house making "vrrrrrrrrroooom" noises.

Now...dolls I get. You can feed them, clothe them, take them places. Dress up? I totally get it. Beauty Salon? Bring it on. Girl games get me.

The irony of all this is that if we have another baby, I would love to have another boy. My life surrounded by trucks and Legos and other smelly/dirty boy things delights me. I find them oddly lovable.

In summary, Boys > Girls. Except when it comes to shoes.

Trick Or Treat!

October is just around the corner. Seriously, how did that happen? Anyway, I should probably just come out right now and admit that I'm not all that big into Halloween. Costumes creep me out and I find nothing entertaining about adolescent girls finding any lamesauce excuse to skank out a simple cat costume. Or a nurse. Or a referee. Or a clown. Yes, a clown. I've seen it.

But I digress...and realize that my attitude about Halloween has to change now that I have spawn. Since Alex is still too young to pick out a costume for himself, I've been racking my brain for the last few weeks to find something suitable/hilarious/fun/adorable. I've once again exceeded my own expectations.

Alex loves, loves, loves, loves 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' on the Disney Channel. He's now even to the point where he'll start the 'Hot Dog Dance' if he hears the tune playing in the other room. It's ah-DOOR-able. I, on the other hand, am not a huge Disney person. In fact, there's probably not one piece of Disney paraphernalia in our entire home.

Oh...but the things you do for your kids...

Yeah. I found that little gem on Craigslist for a mere $15. It's a Disney brand costume in perfect condition. He adores himself in it. I find it to be absolutely hysterical. Win, win.

There is nothing (and I mean nothing) funnier than a baby in a costume.

Oh, and as for Joe and me? We'll be unapologetically sporting these come the eve of October 31.