Mommy, my goomba is out back eating puffs!

Hello and Happy 4th of July.

There are three stories I want to share with you today.

I will start with Ryan's new sleeping buddy. A stuffed goomba (see pic) which he now refuses to go to bed without. Goombas are the mushroom shaped bad guys from Super Mario games on the wii. It seems it was around this age when Ashley had a similar experience with a doll named "Lacey".

Ryan is also the focus of story number 2. A few days ago, Ryan ran up to Cathy and was saying quite frantically, "Mommy, my back, Mommy my back" while putting his hand in the back of his pullup. We thought either he had poopoo that burned (he has been battling diaper rash recently) or had hurt himself on a toy. {Or maybe he heard his "old"man uttering that line after a round of "jump on daddy".} There was no poop or sign of injury so we were confused. To make the story short, it turned out he had a wedgie and didn't know how to explain it. So now when he calls, "Mommy, my back!" we know the problem.

Lastly, one of my fears regarding Ashley seems to have come true. I was eating breakfast this morning (Raison Bran Crunch for those interested) and I heard this god-awful sound coming from the office. Upon investigation, Ashley was at the website for the cereal Reese's Puffs and was mixing a Reese's Puffs RAP. Imagine ghetto rap style with cereal lyrics! I was sincerely hoping Ashley would become a fan of rock music (or maybe even country), but not rap.

REESE'S PUFFS YO!