Honorable Mention Hollahs...

Have you ever heard of the San Bushmen Tribe of indigenous people in Africa? I think Daximus is an honorary member. See, they speak in a series of clicks and pops and other sounds and Daxi does too... Several times a day he asks me for "Mow-CLICK" or milk. It is hysterical that he hears the k sound and clicks his little tongue. Once while in Poland I walked through a crazy little outdoor market and people were shouting at me as quickly as they could vying for my business and when Polish wasn't working they would try Russian or French or Lord knows what else. Dax Man does this too.... just shouts in Japanese and then smiles and giggles at his hysterical little self. He has a future career at National Geographic or producing mini-series for PBS with his linguistic skills.

Dax Man is also an honorary member of the Dairy Farmers of America. When in doubt, offer that boy "Gogi" - yogurt, "Gogis" -yogurt bites, "Cheez" of any variety and/or milk. He is a dairy farmer's dream and a walking cream stick, but oh, those bones are going to be hard to break... at least in theory.

Kaelster is starting up a little club called "The Sucker Society". He speaks of suckers randomly in the car while we travel, in his bedroom while he talks himself to sleep, and any time we enter any store. Last night through the sound waves of the monitor we heard him whispering sweet nothings about "Bwoo Suckas" "Ye woh Suckas" "Yed Suckas" "Geen Suckas". It was like he was counting sheep only he was listing his favorite flavors of sugar on a stick and where you can get said suckers... like "The Popcown Stow... otherwise known as Target... Bwu Sucka Tail (which is how he says his little name) Ye Woh sucka Daxi" or Costco... which is his favorite shopping establishment by far due to the spacious carts and free samples. No brainer.

Big K is also an aspiring member of "The World's Strongest Man" competition. As RyGar has stated, "He just likes to lift/throw shit." He will find the biggest paver in the yard. The largest rocks in rock gardens. The biggest box in the storage room. The heaviest bike in the shed and just push, heave and haul until there is movement. Then he grins, delivers a boisterous belly laugh and moves along. His pride is so dang adorable you just sit and wait for the next heavy object to be tossed by his big bear paws.

Both little buddies will soon be attending Christmas Addicts Anonymous. We still talk about "Pitty Yights" when we drive through the neighborhood after the sun goes to sleep. Then we list the colors of the pretty lights... bwoo, ye woh, poh poh (blue, yellow and purple). When the tree was up the little men would have to physically clasp their little hands together at any and all trees to keep themselves from ripping down every ornament on the evergreen. Balls were especially tough to resist because they're so darn throw-able, you know? And don't even get me started on the "andy" of the season. We thought we adored mini-candy canes, but then little pieces of the peppermint stuff were and still are found stuck to fleece jackets and pillows and such. Fantastic.

And Ace - well he is going to be the toughest, most unflappable little man in our household. He has been stepped on, flipped over, head-butted, knocked and "fed" and still that little boy smiles and coos at his rambunctious brothers. As my friend Ashley has always told me, "It is a freakin' miracle that any child with older siblings survives." The girl's got a valid point. Ace will probably make it through Special Ops training with minimal pain and no mental stresses whatsoever. An honorary Semper Fi is what that little babe is.

And a last honorable mention goes to me and RyGar - who pour milk by the gallon, buy suckers by the dozen and play defense around the babe whenever duty calls. We're currently wiping up runny noses with puffs plus because we're just that dang good, you know? That and the stream of snot is just that dang constant. TMI? Sorry.

Anyway, I agree that it is totally and unabashedly shameless to throw yourself your very own honorable mention... but it's Friday and no one else is gonna send me a hollah, so I feel that I can get away with such trickery....

Happy Weekend!