FAME!

This weekend was a great weekend!  Hatch was able to do one of the things he’s always dreamed of, and I got to watch!  Hatch was filmed with the Sklar Brothers for a new show the History Channel is doing.  We’re not sure when it will air—maybe the fall, or maybe not until 2012.  Fear not, we’ll keep you posted.

Here’s Hatch with Randy and Jason Sklar.  As you may expect, Hatch was quite funny.  He played himself, so he didn’t have any lines to memorize . . . it was his dream come true!

Randy, Hatch, Jason, and me (the groupie)

Getting his mic set up by the sound guy

A special visitor popped by the shoot.  Adorable!  Mr. P’s Dad’s car may have made it into one of the scenes, too.  Both Jason and Randy have little ones, and they were so sweet with Charlie and Anna!  They didn’t get to meet the tornado that is our boys, but they heard all about them!

Nonna and Pop Pop had our trio so that we could go to a sweet friend’s wedding . . .

And, then we hit the town for a night out as an early anniversary celebration—8 years!  It was LOVELY.

Also, a quick OVERHEARD:

W:  “Daddy, are you a woman?”

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W: “Yes, sir, Mommy!”

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H:  “Are you a ma’am or are you a sir, Daddy?”

D:  “I am a sir.  You say ‘sir’ to a man.”

H:  “Is mommy a man?”

D:  “No, you need to go to bed.  I am a man, and you are a man, and William is a man.  Go to bed.”

H:  “I not a man.  Me a boy!”

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W:  “Mommy, did you flush the potty?”

Me:  “Yes”

W:  “Good job, Mommy!  Good girl!”

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W: (to our friend Caley, who is married and expecting her first baby—hoorah!)  Are you a grown up?  Who is your Daddy?  Why you no live with your Daddy?  Are you a grown up?

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This conversation happens about 10 times a day:

H and/or W:  “Das (that’s) yucky and dirty.  I no yike it.  Das yucky.  AND DIRTY.”

If you offend them, be prepared for them to call you both Yucky and Dirty.  It hurts.  Trust me.

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And, let the record show that about a week ago Hudsey dropped his paci behind the radiator.  Crisis of all crises, but I did not retrieve said paci.   It was stuck.  There were tears.  We walked over and peered through the bars of the radiator more than once to tell paci Goodbye.  There were more tears.  Hudsey made it through one nap without it, and then he was up lots in the night in need of a paci (and W was sick, so I gave in) . . . so, we kindly offered him a pale pink paci of Anna’s from when she was tiny.  Huds agreed that it was very nice of sister to share her paci with him.  He would talk about how he was a big boy and didn’t need a paci, but then still insist on “needing” it at bedtime.  This past week, he would lay the paci beside his head “in case me need it.”  This went on for days until Friday morning when he handed me his paci and said “Me all done.  Me give Anna her paci back.  Me a BIG BOY.”  So far, we are on night 3 of Hudson without a paci (although I am told he may have had it for a bit last night while we weren’t home) . . . but, still.  And, William still has his . . . but he knows he’s next.  We’ll see what happens!