Merry Christmas

Whew!

I've had a whirlwind several days. Geana went to Connecticut with Sammy for a Gaelic Football Tournament and I was left with the kids for the weekend... some of the weekend highlights were:

My friend Adam came over and we BBQed on Saturday

Sunday was spent at the pool - but before we went we headed to the flea market where they were selling jersey's for $1 each. Needless to say - we bought a few. No rules apply when the jerseys cost $1.

Also at the flea market the kids got to hold parrots and later we went out to dinner for pizza and then watched ET.

There were no hospital visits.

I think I'm recovered now - but I'm still too tired to be funny, witty, or to write anything meaningful. I'll just leave you with this video which, despite his death, I find utterly hilarious. It really starts at the 0:45 mark. Rest In Peace Billy Mays.

Dude... What Did They Do?

1. What did they do before You Tube to get psyched for sports events and then to bask in the glory of victory?

2. What music did they use prior to 1988 in sport's montages?

3. Lastly - how did people live, in 1979, without montages like this one - readily available for your viewing pleasure?

CITY OF CHAMPIONS ONCE MORE!!!

Brilliant Idea #389

Have a 6 year-old tball game start at 8pm.

I guess the 6 year-olds can handle it. The game didn't get over until about 9:30 and then the ice cream and sodas didn't get over until about 10:00pm. Sammy had a blast and said, "DAD - I felt like I was in the World Series!"

And, really, I felt like I was watching him in the World Series. It was really cool to see him on a nicely manicured field, under the lights, and actually playing the game of baseball... with outs and everything! He played second base.


Did I mention that I was there without Geana? With four year old quadruplets? Whose normal bedtime is prior to 8pm?

In the Morris parenting system, the children are raised by two separate, yet equally important parents. The Father - who seems to get into predicaments when the mother is not around, and the Mother - who decided to go out tonight. These are our stories. (DUM DUUUM)

Ella deciding that she wanted to go home. This went on for about five minutes straight:



Anna's Muddy Feet:



James wants a seat:



Anna & Ella want nachos:



Robby's skanky feet:

STILL Better...

Hello to the Fam!

Whif...fle Ball

This kid is amazing! I wouldn't be able to touch his stuff...