The Rule of Cool

Aaron is still adamant that he isn't cute or handsome, only cool. So today I asked him if I was cool. He said no. I would have felt bad except that he followed that up by explaining that I was fancy. All girls are fancy and boys are cool. That's just how it is.

Graffiti and Other Kid Behavior

Jean and I will occasionally leave the digital camera in places where little hands can find it. It's always entertaining to see what the kids do with it.

Here are some recent examples:

What Aaron does when he's waiting for one of his web pages to load.

Danny was apparently upset with the paparazzi over this candid shot.

This next picture shows one of our kid-sized chairs that the kids use in the playroom. It was recently vandalized. We're still trying to track down the criminal. Please pass along any information that could lead us to his/her apprehension.

The next two photos were taken by adults to document some of the nutty things that the 'wildlife' leaves behind.

Each of the kids have their own whiteboard. This is Danny's. We think we've been able to decipher his most recent message, thanks in large part to the discovery of the Rosetta Stone. Here's the translation:

I'm crasy!!! I will tacl (tackle) you !!! I will git you in jale (jail)!!!

Jeez, Danny. We need to put an end to all of that talk about tacling people in jale. That's CRASY!!! At least it's probably not the worst thing that could happen to you while incarcerated, but still not a good thing to git tacled in jale.

We happened upon this scene one evening this past week. From what we can gather it looks like these animals are endangered. We believe there's a total species population of 3. We'll do a census count early next year and hope to find another male.

Here's some raw footage of these animals that was taken by them while in their native habitat:

Just Another Night With the Coxes

Jean and I were cleaning up from this evening's dinner when we heard an all-too-common voice echoing from the other side of the house. We hear this little voice repeat this same phrase 2 or 3 times a day. Here's a glimpse at Aaron in real life:



Later in the evening, our pretty young girl was sitting in my lap as the following conversation unfolded:

Jean: Look at our girl's hair. Isn't it pretty?

Bob: Almost as pretty as mine.

Rachel: No it's not, Dad. You don't have any hair.

I'm depressed. I think I'll go an have a smoke to relieve the stress.

U-N-L-V, Go, Fight, Win!

We went to our second UNLV football game as a family last night and enjoyed another pleasant evening at Sam Boyd Stadium. The Rebels pulled off a victory and beat the University of New Mexico Lobos, 27-20 in front of a crowd of 13,154. That's why we love going to the Rebel games - small crowds. We find a little spot about 20 rows up from the field and set up shop by securing a 10-row buffer around our lucky bench. Tradition holds that we purchase an oversized bag of kettle korn and dig in while we watch the action down on the field. Well, Bob watches the action on the field. The kids spend most of their time chasing each other and the crickets (when it's warm enough for them to make an appearance).

Dance Moves

Fancy Nancy

Rachel decided to get all her jewelry on last night while the kids were dancing in the front room.

This is the boy version:

I'll post their dance moves soon.

Halloween Night!

Another successful Halloween! Lots of loot with minimal amounts of sweat - sweating in late October may sound unfamiliar to most of you, but we do live in the desert.

This year we herded a Batman, Ariel and Darth Vader around the neighborhood.

We had a humorous moment towards the end of the evening when Aaron approached a lady for some candy. As the lady doled out the candy, she said "Here you go, baby." The candy lady said this in an endearing way with no intent to insult, but Aaron is especially sensitive to that word as he is a big 3 year-old boy and all. After the exchange of words and candy, Batman (aka Aaron) turned around, hunched his shoulders and in a sulky, mopey, stick out your lower-lip sort of way exclaimed "She called me a baby and I am NOT a baby!" The candy lady overheard him, offered her apologies and then joined us in having a good laugh.

This was the second time that Aaron has had to fend off these types of statements this week. Jean and Aaron were out grocery shopping earlier this week and were paying for their purchases when the cashier placed some eggs on the little fold-out seat of the grocery cart. As she did so, the cashier heard Aaron (without seeing him - because if she'd have seen him, she would have altered her next statement) and said "Ohh, do you want these taken out of the seat for your baby?" Awwwwwww - snap! Aaron overheard this and immediately began to protest "I AM NOT A BABY!"

I repeat: Aaron is not a baby. He's a big boy.

Consider yourselves forewarned.

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