Hulk Smash!

Before I begin about the Hulkamania happening at Casa de Spiegelhoff I thought I would let you know I'm on the twitter.  I haven't figured out the fascination with Facebook yet and I'm secretly holding out hope that after 6 billion users, people will finally realize it's not that cool. (If everyone else is doing it, it's not cool anymore.  Don't you remember high school!?)  The Twitter, though, now that's some sweet entertainment in 140 character or less.  Become a tweep and I'll tweet out the blogs.  Those easily offended should probably stay off the twitter.  Those who enjoy sarcasm hit me up on the twitter and be instantly aware of the blog - even before Google.

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On Friday we had a bonfire for the kiddos and some friends, which meant Care was drinking beers and roasting s'mores half the night while I was trying to get the kids to bed well after their bed time. It's a thankless job, I know.  Eventually they fell a sleep only to wake up the next morning to get invited to two more bonfires and one pig roast.  Sheesh! The pig roast had a bounce house which allowed our bouncing boys to go bonkers for hours, which coincidentally enough, is also the secret to a good night's sleep.  I know what you're thinking and I'm already one step ahead of you.  It turns out those things are a little pricey to own.  I was told $2,500.  It sort of seems like a lot.  Then you think, hmmmm, I haven't slept through the night all but 20 times in the last 4 years so all of a sudden $2,500 seems like the deal of the century.  Maybe Santa will cram a bounce house through the chimney.  C'mon Santa I've been a good boy this year I promise!

After devouring the pig and I mean some serious two-fisting hog gobbling there was a pinata.  You have no idea how a few beers, a baseball bat and some candy wrapped up in some paper mache can set a crowd off.  There was near rioting to take some Babe Ruth swings at this thing.  You know the Sultan of Swat!? It was an absolute fantastic way to blow twelve bucks.  They make those pinatas stronger than you think.  NAFTA, apparently good for something.  After numerous turns and some pretty sweet compliments for the hulking size (totally foreshadowing here readers) of Q such as, "That kid is only 3? What are you feeding that beast?!" From a dad's perspective those comments never get old so keep em' coming. In the end we punched the pinata to death.  The bat broke before the pinata did (that's the trade agreement with China...)We all have to go in our own way.  Finally the candy came raining down so the kiddos could get one last sugar high before heading out for the night.

Now that brings us to Sunday.  I have to say I'm a little exhausted writing about the weekend so you can imagine what it's like to eat all this food, socialize with all these people, drink their beer and try to remain skinny.  That's why we call it Wisconsin-skinny folks.  We have to skew the definition a little bit.  Sweatshirt weather is here to hide your six pack, nope not that one- now you've got it, that one so you have what? nine months of winter to work off that extra bonfire 20 pounds.  Exactly.  So, Sunday we head out to Applefest.  We drive out to the orchard where they provide free (capitalism taking a backseat for family fun? whoa!) radio flyer wagons - so awesome! and you can pick your own apples and pumpkins.  They even had hayrides, a live band, cider, donuts, bounce houses, crafts and even the Packers accommodated by playing the late game.  I love it when the NFL cooperates. (Let's not discuss last Monday and the Seattle game when the NFL decidedly did not want to cooperate).  So we bought more food and are officially ready for Halloween.

Once we returned home I suited up for the game and Care headed out with the boys to try on costumes.  Q eventually settled on, as he states it, Hulk Smash.  He makes, and I'll be honest here, a pretty terrifying awesome face, flexes muscles and begins smashing things.  Could a dad be any prouder?  He came home, put it on and essentially has been wearing it ever since, mask and all.  He puts it on when he crawls out of bed before school and he puts it on when he comes home from school.  He's even putting it on after bath time for the few minutes before bed time.  It's pretty sweet.  Gavin is going with the cheeseburger theme.  He's not as excited to be sporting lettuce and tomato but he looks pretty sweet too.  The bun adds 10 pounds so cut the kid some slack if you see him trick o' treating.

This blog is too long or I would tell you about how we went to back to back Brewer games on Monday and Tuesday.  I can't even make this stuff up.  Stay tuned...