The Jimmy Leg

Will has an overactive right leg.  He's either communicating in jimmy-leg Morse code like Joe Bonham or he's just happy to see us.

I'd prefer to think he's just happy to see us.

Cue the Metallica. 

Time to Play Catch-Up by Jumping Around the Camera

Amazing what you find when you get fifteen minutes and finally unload your digital camera.  We had a trip to Terre Haute and Bloomington for the Mayor's birthday, another visit to the Kendall Hills sledding spot (but I refuse to post pictures of snow in April), a gymnastics outing with the kids, intense potty training sessions, and Josephine's third birthday -- all hidden on the digital camera.

I'm pushing overtime so here it goes.

Joey's throne.

A little Mario DS.  A little turd dropping.

The following video is the answer to the trivia question we posted on Twitter.  Joey had her big birthday bash and was unable to make it through a rendition of Happy Birthday without crying.  I think when that happens that it means six more years of some kind of social anxiety disorder.   

Caroline and her cousin Sydney at our favorite Terre Haute pizza parlor.

Will meets Buddy.  Quickly impresses Buddy with his sleeping ability.

Caroline takes the helm of a farm implement.  No word on whether corn is officially stupid.

A Rapunzel-themed birthday cake for Lil' Joe.

As close as Joey would get to her cake before the singing started.

Campbell makes the neighbor boy (Will) drool.

Proof of drool.  The pediatrician can check the box on Will's healthy salivary glands.

The Hankster discovers the joy of being raised by a teacher.

The Genius of Advertising

I don't mind pimping McDonalds on this.  This is one of my all-time favorite commercials and since it is Lent season, it is timely.

Enjoy.

The Five Picture Road Challenge

Last week started an unholy travel schedule for the self-proclaimed Mayor of Poogieville.

A two day stint in our nation's capital last week has given way to a four-city southern Ohio jaunt, soon to be followed by Philly, Baltimore, Chicago and Connecticut (yes, the whole state is up for this one) in the span of three weeks and change.  Meanwhile, back home, there are Caroline's busy soccer games (she gets a hot fudge sundae for each boy she knocks down), a blossoming social calendar for the Hankster -- soon to include the pinging of aluminum bats, the ever-amazing Joey (who celebrates #3 on April 3rd), a rapidly growing young lad named William the Well-Fed and Still Hungry and the day trips that Erica and I have planned to escape into the woods.

We haven't determined if the kids are coming with us or not.

That's life, folks.  Then, you become food for worms.

Speaking of food for worms, tonight I was confronted with an awesome array of bad food choices at my first stop of the Ohio trip -- Washington Court House, Ohio.  

I'm a sucker for crappy food.  I'm also going to die earlier than I should because of it.  That's my Ruthian shot being called.

Tonight's ode to fast food excess comes courtesy of Chipotle AND Long John Silver's.  Yes, that's no typo.  I couldn't choose between the two, so I went with both.

To my cardiologist, here's proof of a preexisting condition: 



Yeah, I know.   

If it makes you feel better, my diet starts April 1st and no, I didn't finish or come close to finishing this over-indulgence of carbs and saturated fat.  It was mostly because I told Erica I was going to do it and the corresponding reaction she gives to my "bridge-too-far" risk taking.

I did snap a self-portrait, though.



What time is the continental breakfast?

Okay, now with that long opening segue finally and breathlessly completed, I shall explain the title of this post.

Upon leaving Poogieville City Hall today, I challenged the misses to send me five (turned out to be six plus one video) pictures that typified their day while I was gone.  My challenge was then to be able to successfully road blog the pictures with witty or stupid or both captions.

Unfortunately, after arranging the pictures and giving them some thought, I concluded that the only emotion I can truly muster is a longing desire to be home with E and the kiddies.  You see, it's quite an environment to sit back and watch the interaction of 7-5-3-baby along with the greatest mother/wife anywhere.

After all, sometimes the most profound thing you say is nothing more than the silent reverence and love you have for your own. 

In other words, shut up and enjoy the moment.

Oh and by the way, no offense southern Ohio, but you suck.  You're nearly intolerable.

Now with all quarters fully spoken for, here are the pictures that have me wishing I was home.

Mommy and Will

I'm sure shortly before tackling the girls in the newly fertilized lawn.

Caroline's bear hug of little Joey.

Will and the girls.

Will is now wearing Henry's old clothes and every time we pull another Henry hand-me-down out Erica and I get misty.

Henry & Caroline.

Be home soon, gang. 

GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL! Caroline Scores First Official Holman Family Goal in Soccer

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