spring break continues

I have the time, so I might as well write:)  
Monday our fun surprise was a movie, don't be jealous but we watched Yogi Bear.  The boys are now repeating Yogi's lines thanks to Corey.
Tuesday our adventures lead us north, to Grandma's and Grandpa's.  We ate a quick dinner and headed off to "meet one of Granny's friends."  We drove into Portland, stopped off at motel, we couldn't remember where Granny's friend lived and started in the direction of the Rose Garden.   Jackson points out the RG first, we pull into the parking lot,  JJ wants to know what we are doing.  Well boys, we are going to a Blazer Game.  Yahoo!  But mom, we don't have our Blazer clothes.  Silly boys, daddy packed them for you in the back of the car.  JJ lets us know his dream is to watch Lebron James, but he is excited.  Off we go!  We make our signs inside, shoot some hoops at the blow up thing, and head to our seats.  Grandma and Grandpa with us to cheer the Blazers on!  Finally Brandon Roy goes in and the boys go NUTS!  The game was fun, I got to see my friend Janie (she was a couple rows behind us) and we ate some Dibbs.  A great game!

Wednesday morning we wake up and spend the morning with Great Grandma.  She has snacks waiting for the boys on the counter and a bag of leftover Halloween candy for Jackson.  She knows how to spoil her grandchildren and great grandchildren.  We talked and listened to Grandma's story's and the boys shared their latest school and extra curricular activities.  

Mid afternoon and the sun is still shining, the boys, Corey and Grandpa go try out the Newberg Skate Park.  Mom and I stayed home and enjoyed a couple hours to talk and talk and talk without little boys interrupting.  I loved it!  The boys had a blast at the skate park and will be wanting to go back again soon.

Our drive home was an education in youth antics. I made the comment that someone had been playing mailbox baseball.  The boys wanted to know what that was.  We saw another mailbox smashed and the explanation began.  Little did I know the man I married played a little mailbox baseball when he was younger, except they used zucchinis that flew like rockets when thrown from a moving car.  He shared this with the impressionable youth in the back seat.  He quickly added that it was not a good idea and his punishment was harsh, 100 hours of homework and he had to marry me. He is so fast on his feet.  
Home again we are...boys in bed, tired from the latest adventures.  Sleep tight little ones, tomorrow is another day.