Videos!

Other things we did:

Learned to ride a bike.....



Did some brotherly walking...



Said some weird stuff about animals....



Enjoyed the aftereffects of some rain...



Beat the heat....



And picked up a few crude expressions.

The past 3 weeks

Wow, it has been a while. Oh well, that Exorcist-esque stomach bug that the boys had knocked me on my ass for a bit. Man, that was bad stuff.

Anywho, as always, we've been busy.

Sarah made me get a haircut do she could feel like she's married to a middle aged out of shape Justin Beiber impersonator

The boys reprised an adorable pose from last summer

Grandma Big K visited, bearing books. To mark the occasion, I put the boys in their best henleys.

Jakey on revolution 9,000,000,000 around the train table. Diaper by Pampers.

"And from the light an angel babe shall be delivered unto the train table..."

It got really hot

After I picked Jakey up from a Pinochle tournament we hit the splash park

Graham grew about 14 feet

Really no caption needed, is there?

Jakey, did you do it?

How did he get so big? I mean, I barely feed him.

Saving some for later

Brothers trying to catch ants on a sidewalk. I'm kind of convinced Graham's hair is made of iron and has just rusted to that color.

We went to a AAA baseball game. The real action was in the family seating, where Jakey DEMOLISHED a hot dog, macaroni salad and home fries.

Beating the heat in diapers.

Jakey conquered Baby France

Jakey also seems to have inherited the Batman mask. Of course, the only true way to celebrate such a passing of the torch is to get your Barbie on.

Later this week....The videos!

Stomach flu

Good lord. Everyone in the house except for myself has been down with stomach flu this week. It has been a never-ending parade of puke, poo, crying and misery. And that's just Sarah (I kid).

Hopefully everyone pulls out of it this weekend, because if I have to watch Scooby Doo: Camp Scare one more time I will literally shoot someone.

Jakey, who pooped?

More random cuteness

"So, I think the real difficulty of being 1 is the communication barrier..."

"...But I am interested in your opinions as well and would welcome a discourse over...say, a walk?"

Even though he pushes me down a lot, I just can not get enough of this dude in red.

Who, me?

Finally, we gave Jakey Grahambo's old Cozy Coupe. It went, how do you say?, not well.

Good bye youth

So, as I said earlier, I sold my motorcycle. It hurt, but I'm old and fat and middle aged, so I guess it makes sense to now drive a minivan instead of a two wheeled sex machine. Oh well.

Anywho, Grahambo helped me get it all cleaned up for the new owner and he was pretty funny about it.

The more I get on myself, the cleaner it gets, right?

The Lady Gaga of motorcycle washing

"Work it, Make it, Do it, Makes us...

"...Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"

And of course, the new Rose Royce

And so that's that. Bike was shipped off last Saturday to a newly divorced member of the State Liquor Board. Life is, of course, terrible.

More photo evidence that we are still alive

Why, hello there. Have you ever seen what I have in my left hand? 

Seriously, what the hell is this thing?

I'm Graham. I have started growing out of my clothes very quickly.

Also, for some reason I want to break my parents's hearts by looking about 7 in this picture.

Jakey practicing for the changing of the guard at the royal wedding.

The loneliness of the cop on the library playroom beat

Graham introducing Jakey to the free scoop of ice cream that he routinely scams from the local coffee shop

Bye Bye

So, today is a sad day around the Welsh Farm. I finally assessed my situation (my well being, the interest of my children, our financial status and my amount of free time) and made a decision.

I sold my motorcycle. In the words of Yoda "Suburban wimp have you become".

Luckily I have this guy to make me feel better.

Where have we been?

We've been busy, lay off!

Kidding, kidding. We have been busy though and there's lots to post. Here's installment one.

Graham auditioned for (and got!) the lead in Pirates of Penzance

Unfortunately, he had a massive stroke after running around for an hour at daycare and had to quit the production. Seriously, how red can a face get? He looks like Veruca Salt.

I recently lowered my cholesterol by 61 points. I would give it all back for this sandwich. It's a hamburger that uses two grilled cheese sandwiches as a bun. Christ.

"Sgt. Grahambo's lonely hearts club band....We hope you have enjoyed the show"

My friend Nick said his wife wouldn't let their kids out of the house looking like this.  Oh well, you're still always welcome in our double wide trailer home, jerk.

Our blind son Jacob. His spirit is so strong.

Even I wouldn't let my kids out of the house dressed like this.

We have joined a community garden and here we are at our plot. If I'm not mistaken, Jakey is actually working on some fertilizer.

Hey Jakey, what do you have?

Rocking in the free world

The other day I was playing guitar and Graham asked if he could take a turn.

He banged away for a few minutes and was so proud of himself. Very cute.

In fact, it warmed my heart to the point where I just couldn't bear to tell him that, while fun, the above picture usually leads to....

...which, of course, inevitably leads to...

Oh well.

All about Jakey

Jakey Jake is going through all sorts of changes recently. His little brain is just on fire, learning new words and skills every day. It's pretty amazing to watch.

So, in honor of Jakey, I dedicate today's blog to him.

First up, Jakey's recent days of thunder. The wind tunnel hair kills me.



Now, an admission. Graham has taken to beating on his brother a bit, a practice that I can't seem to stop, but one that pisses me off to no end. Here is something I probably shouldn't have let happen, but thoroughly enjoyed.



Now, a little love dancing to salsa with Mom.

This kid is starting to look a LOT like me, and not just because of the paunchy belly and iffy fashion sense.

I was very proud of this little man for walking almost a half mile with his lion. They have since eloped to Kenya.

Impossibly cute baby butt.

Brotherly love in between senseless tackling sessions.

2012?

Grahambo is setting up an exploratory committee to look into running in 2012. He has the looks and charisma, but the stump speech might need a little work.

Ahoy!

As part of my futile attempt at potty training, I promised Grahambo I would buy him a pirate outfit if he started trying in earnest to use the toilet.

Here he is modeling one of his options at Julian's. This looks cute and all, but imagine being hit in the arm with a plastic sword 5000 times while he yells "Arg".  It loses a bit of its charm.

In Law Invasion

Sorry for no posts last week, but Grandma Big K was in town. Of course, this meant lots of extra work for me - like ignoring my childcare responsibilities, sleeping late and hitting a matinee of True Grit. It's a tough life, but someone has to live it.

Anywho, this week we are back on track with the children getting back at me in spades. Graham is steadfastly refusing to cooperate with my potty training efforts, no matter how many bribes I throw his way. It's kind of confusing and frustrating, especially since I literally can't think of a place I wouldn't poop for an endless supply of m&m's and buzz lightyear toys. He's a stubborn kid when he wants to be, which some people say reminds them of me. I however, refuse to believe it and never ever will, no matter how many times they try to convince me.

Jakey is keeping up his end by having another respiratory infection and sleepcoughing. That's right, he coughs all night long while being sound asleep. And not just a quiet respectful cough. No, he lets out these long hacking trucker coughs that grab the parent center of my brain and shake it mercilessly. So, I end up going to check on him every half hour or so and find him happily asleep. Good stuff.

Oh well, here's some pictures:

With Big K and Stashpa

At the museum with our newest Paleontologist.



My new definition of rockstar....