A few more dress-ups

Just a few more pics of my boy in his dress-ups!  

My Boy likes Dress-Ups

Moments after opening his gift he was fully outfitted and ready to play.  Grandma couldn't find a full BYU Cougar outfit so she improvised and found a blue Colts jersey and put Y stickers on the helmet. I love my mom in the background, I think she might be just as excited as Camden.

And a few moments after that, head down in action ready to tackle Shane. 

Rather than doing the laundry that is pilling up in my hallway I've decided to blog.  Here's to irresponsibility!  My mom and I both have a tendency to get the winter blues and she gave me the advice to do things that I want to do rather than all the necessities, or the things I imagine to be necessities, in order to feel more peppy.  

A week ago Camden was wearing his Cougar football outfit. . . again. (Note: His favorite present of Christmas '08, courtesy of Grandma Debbie.)  I allow him to wear it a maximum of two, okay sometimes three, days straight before I bribe it off him to wash it.  As a matter of fact, he is wearing it this very day and it smells like yesterday's homemade greasy doughnuts.  I never imagined I'd have a boy that loved dress-ups so much, but I literally have to hide his "costumes",   in order for him to wear regular clothes.  But I digress, back to a week ago. 

Camden and I were  pretending to play football.  As we were tossing our invisible football Camden stopped mid-throw: 

Camden: "Mom, where's your helmet?"

Me: "Oh, I forgot to put it on, can you help me?" Camden walks over to me and places an invisible helmet on my head, even remembering to buckle my chin strap.

Me: "Thanks C"

Camden: "Hey, where's my football pads?"

Me: "We took them out.  Remember? because they were hurting your shoulders." 

Camden: (with a concerned face) "yeah cause they hurt me." 

Camden: (with conviction) "You got pads mom." patting my nursing chest, "see, you got pads."  

Me: (concealing a smirk), "Great."  

As you can see, Camden has a vivid imagination and if he wants to dress up, then by golly let the man!  

    

I was curious about the obsession that all my neighbors, friends, and family had for the book Twilight and so I overcame my "I think I'm cool because I haven't read Twilight " attitude and gave it a little attention.  Wow.  It was that bad.  And good.  To tell you the truth I'm a little confused as to how I really feel about it.  There were times reading that I threw up a little in my mouth. I even remember the lines that induced the small but nasty mouthfuls, after Bella writes her secretive goodbye letter to Edward and remarks after sealing it, "And then I carefully sealed away my heart.", or any references she made to Edward's "marble arms".  But I won't deny that I got a few love butterflies at times as well.  So the conclusion that I have come to is this. . . the story had great potential but how I wish that someone else had written it.  Someone who didn't sit by the computer with her Thesaurus in hand waiting for a good place to fit that one big word in every sentence.  (Note: Kristi came up with this theory but it rang so true I have adopted it).  At least I won't be an outsider to those who love, and those who love to make fun of, the phenomenon called Twilight. 

p.s. I tried to find the most hideous picture I could for this blog,  but I couldn't find one of Edward "sparkling" so I choose the next best thing,  him "soaring".