Sunday, August 31, 2008

A day at the pool

They say "everyone likes pools". I don't know if thats true, I've never taken the time to ask "everyone", so I really don't feel comfortable posting half-truths on our blog. But what I do know, is that Noah and Harrison like pools. Mostly Noah, as he's the only one who actually played in the water. But Harrison did a great job sitting in a mostly dry part of the pool (gotta love un-even ground) and kicking his feet in the water. In fact, the kid smiled for us. I know, what a rarity, but it was nice seeing him enjoy himself. Of course, Noah had issues "No Harrison, no pool!" "But Noah, the pool is for you and Harrison. " "No! pool me!" Or something like that. Eventually he'll learn to share, we hope, we pray

Apparently, the pool has more tenants than our boys, as Noah caught a whooper...or two. (the fish are different colors in case you're wondering)

Though Harrison was reluctant he did have a good time. He stuck pretty close to Dad, but I'm sure this time next year, there will be nothing holding him back in the pool.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Sing along anyone?

If you've ever met Noah, you know he's all boy. He loves tractors, trucks, mowing, and anything that involves being outside. With passions like these it was only inevitable that he would discover Thomas the Train, or as Noah likes to call it "Choo-Choo".
In our initial discover of Thomas videos at the library, it was also revealed to us that each Thomas video contains not one, but two really annoying kiddy sing alongs. you can't help but get that kind of stuff stuck in your head, especially when Noah wants to watch it everyday. Well, Noah heard mom and dad sing along once or twice and he decided that he wanted to do the same. Below is just a sample of what Kim and I see almost everytime a Thomas video is played.
If you can't understand the words, that's okay, Kim and I can translate.

This will warm your heart

Enough said....

Friday, August 22, 2008

Mom and Dad on a date

In an attempt to be "grown-ups" Kim and I were able to attend a concert featuring one of our favorite bands this last weekend. It was great. Def Leppard was in Omaha with special guest Billy Idol. After dropping the kids off with Grandma and Grandpa, we cruised up to Omaha getting pumped up by listening to the album Adrenalize. After catching up with brother John, who has to take full responsibility for introducing me to and feeding my 80's hair band addicition, the three of us caught a quick bite to eat and then walked through the Old Market to the Qwest Center. Apparently our dinner was too quick as we showed up before doors even opened. Eventually we were let in, and we easily found our very spectacular seats. To make things even better, Kim and I decided that concert Tee's were in order, so we made our way to the concession stand. If only we had thought to buy the shirts online we could have saved Noah's college fund, but then again, the shirts would be real concert tee's if the UPS man dropped them off.

Right after returning to our seats Mr. Billy Idol with his buddy Steve Stevens came out on stage. No seriously, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens decided their son had to have a first name that matched his last name, I'm not making this up.

The opening act was great, and lasted over an hour. Sad to say, but it was so good we almost forgot that there would be a main course.

Def Leppard was amazing, and the stage was filled with non-stop action. These guys started performing together 30 years ago and showed no signs of aging. It was truly great to see these guys in action. I still maintain, that they have got to be one of history's greatest bands, if for no other reason than their drummer has one arm. How does someone do that?

Alas the evening had to end, and we parted ways with brother John so that he could go to work the next day (sucker) and we could head back to Lincoln for a little sleep. When I say "a little" that's exactly what I mean. We were up bright and early monday morning to pick the boys up and return to normalcy at home.

I think it's safe to say that we're anxiously awaiting Def Leppards next album so that we can see them on tour again.

Dinner time

Noah got his own posting, so in the interst of giving equal attention to our kids, and because I really love showing off pictures of my boys, Here's an entry dedicated to Harrison.

Harry's first attempt at baby food. A little different flavor than the bottles he was use too, but he seemed to get over the reluctance pretty quick, as now there's no stopping this eating machine.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

While going through pictures to decide what to post, I found these, and decided that they had to make the cut.

For those of you who don't know what your looking at, that's Noah playing with a Semi-truck...or is it? You see that toy is more than meets the eye (pause for laughter while only a few people catch the joke) it is in fact one of my 1980's Transformers. Power Master Optimus Prime to be exact.

Noah loves this toy, because it's one really cool truck. He's always asking "Dadda, Momma truck?". He could care less about the super cool robot mode that he could be playing with. Instead, he drives the truck around the house, making the hissing sound of the brakes, or the beep beep of the truck backing up, and if for some reason (like a little manipulation from dad) the truck finds itself in robot mode, Noah gets mad. There have been more than one occassion where the kid has woken up to discover a giant robot in the living room. "DADDA NO! TRUCK!" is the usual response.

Fun at home

Kim took some great pictures of the boys today, and we thought it would be a great idea to post for all our loved ones to see.

The picture without any cowboy hats is from a few weeks ago. Seconds before the picture was taken Noah and Harrison were sitting next to each other playing with the loader together. Of course as soon as I started taking the picture, Noah became upset with his little brother, shouted "No Harrison, No!!" and moved away just as the picture took. Kim and I think it's funny that Noah fully understands the meaning of the word "No" when it's directed towards his brother, but somehow fails to comprehend the meaning himself when it is used towards him. I wonder why that is?

On the move

Enjoy our family movie.

This crawling thing is new to us. Noah learned to crawl when he was 10 months old. Once he figured how to move on his knees, he started rolling around on his butt. Then one day, he just stood up and started walking. Okay, it wasn't exactly like that. But pretty close. So, having Harrison bolting around our house on all fours is a new experience. I guess what they say is true, every child is different.

The first entry...

Here we go, the first entry for a blog to be used to keep family updated on the current event's of the Philson Household. Honestly, the reason this blog exists is because Kim and I recorded our youngest son Harrision crawling. The idea was to send the home video to our parents and siblings so they could see the little speed racer at work. Well, the e-mail said the file was to large to send. I'm sure most people would have given up right then and there and said "oh well". But not me, I wanted to send a video, and by-golly I was going to send it. This endless determination led me to think "I could create a blog...and post the movie there...GENIOUS!!!"
So here it is a blog that Kim and I created so that we could post a video of Harrison crawling. Of course this little site now offers limitless potential for us to record the daily anecdotes of our family, and frankly, to do whatever we want with. Enjoy!!