The Adventures of Abby & Rocksy

This weekend we went to Omaha for the annual BRK meeting. (We're not secret millionaires, we own a couple of shares of BRK B). There are a few fun things about the BRK meeting: the annual movie is usually a good laugh, DQ Dilly Bars are $1 (and the $1 goes to charity), the exhibit hall is a huge shopping extravaganza where the BRK companies strut and sell their stuff.  The kids don't love going, but the promise of Dilly bars and fudge pops certainly helps. I was hoping to get Nicholas some new underwear (Fruit of the Loom), get a new kitchen gadget or two (Pampered Chef), and who knows what I would find at Nebraska Furniture Mart!

This year, we had an additional goal. Abby's class has been working on a reading project where one of her little stuffed animals, a dog she named Rocksy, is supposed to travel with family and friends, send Abby's class postcards, and write in a journal.  (If you have kids and have done a Flat Stanley project... same concept but with a stuffed animal.)  Rocksy came with us to Omaha, and to the BRK meeting where we decided to get pictures of Rocksy with as many "famous" people as we could.

Rocksy posed with Charlie Munger - Vice-Chairman of the BRK Board - OK, his video image. But Rocksy did get to meet the Fruit of the Loom guys, the Geiko Gecko and.... a Harlem Globe Trotter:

Although I have this photo from the "front" - this is the photo that appeared in the Omaha World-Herald on Sunday, May 6. How cute is she?

I need new minions

After last weekends shenanigans with the Nerf Shooting gallery, we had to get Daddy involved in the fun. We waited for the perfect moment for an ambush. Finally, our patience paid off. Nathan went out to the garage, and I mobilized the crack sniper team of Ben, Daniel and Nicholas. You can probably already see where this is going.

We were all set up at the end of the hallway. There was only one way back into the house, and daddy was going to have to get past us. When the door opened, the boys opened fire. Daddy began to do a crazy run-dance, picking up his feet like a high stepping drum major, weaving around like... I don't even know what. Daddy ran for the kitchen and hid behind the pantry door. The boys followed him, shouting for new weapons, or help reloading.

By the time the "dust settled" all of us were still standing. There was ammo strewn about the living room, dining room and kitchen. I think there's still a disc on top of the kitchen cabinets. The boys and I were impressed with our skills and a semi-successful attack (make no mistake, there was no 'sneak' involved).

Then daddy broke the news to me. "They shoot like stormtroopers. I didn't even get hit once." oh bother. The galactic empire knows how useful a stormtrooper army is. These boys need to become better shots if we have any chance at crushing the rebellion.

Nostalgia and Reverse Psychology

I received a text from hubby this afternoon wondering if we could get the kids to Cinema Grill by 5:30. With a little coordination, we actually make it to the showing of 'The Muppets.' I couldn't tell of the kids were more excited about the pizza, or the pink lemonade or the movie.

Being the dork that I am, I was thrilled. Yes, I sang The Muppet Show Theme. And The Rainbow Connection. I was not the only one.

When it came time to leave, little Nicholas pouted. I mean a full-blown-arms-crossed-lower-lip-stuck-out-pout. Nathan asked why he was sad, likely thinking he wanted more of the movie, but no. He responded, "I wanted my foo shot first." Nathan starts to laugh. I'm confused. So Nicholas says again, "I want my flu shot." I look at Nathan.

"I told them we were going to get our flu shots and we had to hurry. Apparently he really wanted his shot."

Maybe this reverse psychology backfiring on us is karma's way of saying don't try to throw your kids off a "surprise" trail by threatening a trip to the doctor's office for a shot.

Apparently we'll be heading to ready care this weekend for foo shots. Ben wants one too.

On a side note, next time you see Daniel, sing "do do da do do" to him. (oh, you know the melody.)