Anyone for pizza and a movie?

When Corey was gone, the girls and I had to find a routine.  Corey's a fantastic dad and husband and he's a huge part of our day to day life.  He really is the center of his girls' world and I kind of like him too.

So, knowing that he wasn't going to be around for awhile, I needed to buckle down and figure these things out.  So I did what I'm very best at.  I sat down with a pen and paper, and wrote and nice long list.  I listed things I needed to get done, things I wanted to get done and miscellaneous (which was Bethany's insistence that we "make someping"). 

Listing gives me purpose, it gives me direction and checking things off of my list makes me feel as though I'm getting somewhere.  It was also something to do with the girls that filled a few minutes, because believe you me, there were minutes that desperately needed filling. 

One of the things I put on the list, actually as a last minute addition (I love writing down something I'm going to do soon, because then I can scratch it off quickly) was to have a pizza and movie night with the kids.

When we were little, on Sunday evenings my parents would make nachos and we'd put sleeping bags in our living room and we'd sit and watch The Wonderful World of Disney together as a family.  Those memories for me are some of the sweetest.  It was time together as a family that was simple.  It didn't cost a lot, it wasn't busy or complicated, it was us and it just was.

Since Disney is no longer on, on Sunday evenings (or if it is I'm missing it) and since I can't eat Nachos because you have to make them with corn chips- we decided to compromise.  We'd make our homemade pizza, because it rocks and then we'd set up blankets, put on a movie and hang out and be together. 

It took a little time, and a little bit of pineapple and cheese snitching but we managed to get 'er done.  It was great!  The girls were over joyed at the idea of spending time, eating something like pizza in the living room hanging out with me.

Sometimes it's so easy for me to get busy and not spend a ton of undivided time with the girls.  I love to play and craft with them, but often we're interrupted, or I need to do something at the same time.  This time I purposely hung out, I didn't do dishes, I didn't fold clothes and I didn't check my email.  It surprised me to find that I needed it almost more than they did. 

We had 2 of those, one each weekend and made a decision.  Pizza and movie nights were too cool to keep to ourselves, we needed to make them an official Sunday night event so that Daddy could be included too.

Last weekend Cor joined us for his first pizza and movie night (which was lunch due to a scheduling issue) and the girls were so excited.  It took us at least 10 minutes to get them to settle down to start the show because they were both so anxious to show their Daddy how it all "works". 

With this weekend being Thanksgiving, I started thinking of all the things I'm thankful for.  It's something I've been trying to do on a more regular basis anyways these days.  It's amazing how remembering what you have to be grateful for makes the things you tend to grumble about seem less important. 

Anyways, of all of the things I'm thankful for - my husband, my beautiful daughters, my family, our work, a God who pretty much rocks and the list goes on, these new memories are pretty high on the list.  And I'm really thankful for one night a week that includes cheesy gooey goodness.

So, if you haven't answered the question on 45 other blogs today, what are you thankful for?

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Who's On Second

Some time ago, right about 5 years back in fact, Corey and I were having a conversation.  We'd had many before and we've had many, many since, but this particular conversation stands out in my mind.

Corey was trying to explain something to me, what, I don't remember (Hey! I've had two kids who have robbed me not only of 1/2 my brain cells but also 8 hours of sleep for the past 3.5 years, cut me some slack!) but that's not really important.  What matters is that I wasn't understanding.  I know, you're amazed, that I, a person that can talk a mile a minute, while washing dishes and listening to Oprah, couldn't possibly understand, but it does happen.  Wonders never cease, and I was confused.

It was obvious that Corey was getting frustrated.  It was a simple concept, probably something mechanics related (after all this time I have learned to smile, nod and bank his phrases to memory.  Then when someone's talking about car stuff, I pull out a phrase like - "It must be the pistons" or "Sounds like an impeller", which allows me to sound really smart or look like a complete idiot.  But whatever, I chance it) and no matter how he explained it, or how I'd repeat it back I was missing the point.

As our newly in love air began to get thick I did what I do quite often when conflict could be on the horizon.  I make a pass at being funny.  The way I see it, if I can't make my co-partner in the conversation department laugh from my sheer wit, they're bound to snicker at how ridiculous the situation is.  No matter how you shake it, conflict avoided, situation smoothed.

So, I said to him, mid sentence - "Who's on Second?", completely expecting a solid laugh from Corey.  What I hadn't banked on was this blank and now equally confused expression.  "What the heck are you talking about? Weren't you listening?"

He missed it.  I, being the persistant and some what stubborn driven person that I am tried again - "I don't know's on third"  He didn't say anything this time, and really didn't need to.  It was evident that Corey had completely missed the boat.

It was then that I discovered, my dear Corey-B had been deprived of one of the funniest skits of all time.  Abbott and Costello's "Who's on Second" routine that has brought me great deals of laughter over a great many years.   Our conversation then took a turn from there, and I spent the better part of an hour trying to explain how it went.

Since then, I've found it on YouTube and showed him, sharing a laugh as it all came to light for Corey.  His life is now better having seen it.

 Tonight while talking to my Mom, during a conversation the perfect moment arose, and out came "Who's on second".  She laughed and we carried on, but that moment reminded me of that day. 

And so, since I'm sure Corey isn't the only poor soul to never have had the priveldge of this clip, I have decided to share it with you.  In hopes that you'll not only laugh, but then should you and I ever be talking, and I say something like "Who's on second" you won't head for the yellow pages, in search of a mental facility, but instead will laugh.  Or, more appropriately reply, "Who's on FIRST!"


What about you?  Any super fantastic, funny clips you want to share?  I'd love to have you email them to me so that over a few weeks I can share some of life's funniest moments to those who may have missed them.

The moments are so sweet

I love this photo, I love the color, I love the angle and I love the moment.  It was on our adventure day to Whistler, the day had gone well, but if you've ever driven there from Chilliwack and back in one day you'll know that it was long!  The kids had been good, and considering the length of time we'd spent in the car had slept very little.  They were tired, slightly whiney and we were headed home.  Corey glanced over at the park on the ocean and then at me, we didn't have to say anything the decision was easy, we'd stop.  What was another half an hour on a long day to give our little water bugs a chance to throw a few rocks into the sea.  (They also happened to see a seal when we stopped which was the highlight of the day for all of us).

When we are away from home for the day I pack an arsenal of things.  I always have snacks and drinks, back up drinks, first aid kits and more drinks.  I have changes of clothes, jackets, sunscreen, hats, a camera and of course drinks (our kids could probably drink Okanagan lake dry in a day).  And I usually pack pjs for them.  We've learned that it's easier to put them in their gear and let them fall asleep at bedtime or close to it in the van rather than fight them to stay awake.  They don't always pass out, but more often than not they do - making bedtime a breeze, transfer, tuck and relax. 

This trip was no different, they were geared for sleep so at the last minute we added shoes for our stop.  As Corey walked away, one girl on each side, my heart got a little bigger and a little softer.  That picture sums them up.  When Daddy's around he's flanked by his ladies, they're his helpers, he's their playmate and together they're my family.

Maybe I sound like a broken record sometimes, but Corey really is a great Dad.  These guys are so fortunate to have a Dad who loves to do things with them, who hates to miss moments with them and who loves them so much.  He is to them, what my Dad is to me.  Not that their relationships are the same as mine is with my Dad, but the love is.  It's so neat to see how they can have such different relationships with him and yet be so much the same.

Bethany loves to help her Dad, she's on his heels if he's outside working.  She wants to get her "goof-driver" and work under the hood of a car with him, she's content to pick up rocks or dump bucket upon bucket of water all over the driveway just be near him.  If she's not getting her way with me, she'll almost always burst into tears and say the very same thing, "I miss my DAAAAAAD!  I want my Daddy to come home!!!"   Now this is partially because she's convinced that he'd give her whatever it is she's so desiring at the moment, because of course I'm a horrible mother, but part of it is that he's her comfort and she misses him when he's away.

Then there's Audrey, that little girl's world revolves around her Daddy.  He is literally who she asks for every.single.morning.  From her crib you'll hear, "Mama?  MAMA!" and when I walk in it's all, "Da -eee? Dada? Da-eee?!!"  If he's working she'll usually nod and carry on her morning, if not though he first thought is to ambush him in bed.  More than once a day you'll hear her on the phone "Hi Da? Gooo. Ok Bye!"  If the floor creeks, if the washing machine stops or if a fly sneezes she'll say, "Da-ee? Home?"  And when he finally does come home, she races to the door and stands there pounding on it until either he opens it or I do.  When Corey's home she's stuck to him like glue, she'll wait around while he showers, follow him from room to room, she's content to be where he is.  Always.

These girlies love their Dad, he plays different than I do, he lets them try things, he loves to go outside, he's awesome to them.  And the neat thing is, their Daddy loves them back.  I get a kiss when he gets home and then he's off to find the kid who didn't come to the door.  He scoops them up and hugs them with as much enthusiasm as they do and he's happy.

I'm so glad that Corey's that dad who wants his kids around.  I'm so glad that he wants daddy dates with them, that he wants to know their habits and their favourites, that he wants to build a solid bond with each of them, that he can love this parenting gig as much as I do.

But mostly I'm glad that he's my partner in this, and that we can capture those moments, because they really are so sweet.

Home Day

With as busy as life can get, sometimes I forget how good it feels to have a home day.  Our weekends are so often crammed to the brim with "fun" and errands we barely breath, and Monday morning we feel as though we've been on a treadmill for 2 days straight - it doesn't end up being very relaxing.

This past Sunday, however we put our feet down, or rather our tushies.  We decided to have ourselves a home day (because with church starting earlier for the summer months, we can't manage to get our act together and get out the door in time), Corey and Bethany spent 2 plus hours cleaning his truck.  Audrey had a super long nap, I cleaned my house, and did laundry and just was content to be here.

After a lunch of homemade ice cream and strawberries, and some noodles after the fact we headed outside to play in the kid's pools.  It's hot here, high 20's low 30's and while that's hot for anybody, it's unusual for us.  It's also a very different heat than we had grow accustom to in the interior and it's muggy, blech.  But Sunday's heat came with a beautiful breeze, and who doesn't like to be outside, playing in the shade, relaxing.

All the fun in the sun and the pool tired us out and it was definately a lazy afternoon kind of day.  We came in, puttered around a bit, threw two grass covered little girls in the tub and hung out.  The kids, who'd already thought they'd hit the lottery just about came unglued when I asked them if they'd like Little Caesar's Pizza (instead of home made, I was NOT turning on the oven) to have as a picnic in the living room to watch a movie.  Are you kidding, Mom?  Are you sick, on drugs, out of your mind?  You're gonna let us eat pizza, in the living room AND watch a movie?!! 

Around here while I may let them have a snack and sometimes their breakfast toast in the living room, lunch and dinner are at the table.  We also have a rule the kids don't get to have the TV on after dinner.  That's quite often the only time they see their dad and the last thing they need to be doing is killing brain cells with the boob tube.  But we were all tired yesterday and one of the great things about being the Mom is you can break the rules and nobody puts you in time out. 

The evening went wonderfully, Corey and the kids loved their pizza, I snuck in a bath, because watching them eat pizza is more than I can stand, too hard not to eat at least the gooey cheese on top.  I love my baths, complete with book and bubbles.  They're like my battery re-charge.

Our home day was perfect, they fell asleep almost as soon as we finished praying and Corey and I collapsed on the couch tired, but content.  It's always nice to be reminded that the best memories come in the moments we're together, not in the dollars spent or the distance travelled.

B was so tired after playing that while she was waiting for her Daddy to fill the tub she passed out on the kitchen floor.  I was hanging clothes on the line and could hear Corey calling and calling her.  I came out to find her (she hides every so often when she's in a "I'm never getting clean again" mood) and found this....too cute!

What's your favourite thing to do on a home day?

It's Crazy and it's a Creek

Before our dip in the hot pools

With all the hot summer weather and fun, exciting giveaways I've neglected to  blog about some big happenings around these parts.  Nothing earth shattering, just the stuff that has filled our days.  With the weather being so nice we've been taking up the opprotunities to get out and do some things with the girls when Corey's home.  We've done lots of different day trips, to White Rock, to the beach here, to Whistler - which in case you are wondering is way further away from Chilliwack than Corey said and the drive was really long.  It's been fun, nice to get out and just be the four of us.

Our morning buddy, sunning himself on the rocks behind our patio

Our summers are typically very busy.  Up until this year Corey's been working like a dawg all summer, and while he's still quite busy (this is their slow season) we've had a little more time with him around.  It's nice, we actually like having the guy around and so being together as a foursome is such a treat.  Any of the overnight travels done during the summer months for us usually involve extended family.  There's so many to visit that we make usually one, sometimes two trips back home to K-town for visits in the summer, then there's friends who often get missed amongst the family trips and weddings and bbq we're supposed to be at and graduations, and, and, and.   The list goes on and before we know it the summer is over, the computer is packed with new photos and we're standing there with a little drool on our faces, tattered suitcases in tow. (That's just a visual, we actually just got given 2 new beautiful suitcases and the girls have their Dora ones of course)

Playing matching with Daddy

A few years ago, we made a decision that at least once a summer we'd like to plan a trip that was strictly for our little family.  While we love the extended family and friends, this is the family we're most concerned with.  The bonds and memories formed with these little girls are the ones we want to solidify and time spent together is so important for growing and bonding as a unit. -End exerpt from annoying parenting manual-

Mommy wanting a nice family of my 3 - Audrey said No pictures

Anyways, last weekend we did just that.  It turned out that Corey had Friday off as well as the weekend and I did something very unusual.  I was spontaneous, spent 2 hours Thursday afternoon  research locations, picked a place, called and booked it and then in a whirlwind made lists (that I usually compile over a matter of a week) bought groceries and packed suitcases.

It was nuts, stressful and gave me heart palpitations. Literally.  I hate spontinatity, I like routine and plan, I like order and tidiness.  I also, in other notes love symetry and any display I built in any of my stores or for a PartyLite show is always symetrical, sigh.

Where did we go?  Well, we went to a little place in the middle of nowhere called Crazy Creek.  Half way between Sicamous and Revelstoke, Crazy Creek boasts waterfalls (which we did not hike up to because they A) charged admission - what? who charges to see nature?! and b) it was all stairs and I can't do stairs with a stroller) and Hot pools.  The website said they had condos, which turned out to be a bit misleading.  They were actually modular homes, and the beds were completely hard.  But it was brand new, and it was nice and while in the middle of nowhere we had a wonderful time.  I was a little confused though, it's called Crazy Creek, we know there was a waterfall but where the heck was the creek?  I never did see it.  We did see the train that was less than 1km from the home, that went through every half hour honking his horn.  Good thing we're used to trains around these parts, the kids slept right through them. 

The horse ride at the Enchanted Forest

The nice part about Crazy Creek, is that because they aren't in a major tourist location they were affordable, they were close enough to some attractions for us to get out and do some things with the girls without being totally overwhelmed with places to go and things to do.  My other uber favourite part was because it was a modular home it had a kitchen!  That meant I could cook for us most of the weekend, saving both dollars on restaurants and making it so that I could eat with my family.  Corey just laughed everytime I gushed about how glad I was to be able to cook and not have to stress over the eating portion of our vacation.

Everyone loves Winnie the Pooh, and Tigger Too!

Saturday saw us heading into Revelstoke for a bit and then to the Enchanted Forest.  Now, both Corey and I have drive past there many a time and thought "Lame, what could possible be so cool for kids in there".  Boy were we wrong!!!  It was amazing, the characters and stories in that forest were wonderful.  The girls loved it and we'll be going back again another time.  If you're ever on the Trans Canada heading that way and see the Enchanted Forest, kids or not do yourself a favor and stop, you won't be sorry.

This guy was electronic and talked, poor Bethany almost came right out of her skin

We meandered our way back home on Sunday, and pulled in shortly after 9pm.  Two little girls fast asleep, two parents more tired than before they left (aside: did you know as a parent holidays require sleep prior to and after coming home?  When you have children they are not full of rest and relaxation but rather exhaustion.) but a thoroughly happy family.

Turtle Tea

It was a great weekend away and we just might do it again.  They're developing the Crazy Creek "resort" and we're excited to see what next year brings.

I love these guys.

So what about you?  Have any of you found any hidden treasures in BC?  And destinations that aren't on the major radar but should be?

Who knew kids like camping too?

Last weekend marked a new monument in our family.  Aside from being Father's Day, something special that has never happened before, happened.  It was something that was difficult for me to let happen, but something that ultimately turned out to be fantastic.

Corey took Bethany camping.  Alone.  Well, not totally alone, his boss organized a father/kids camping trip and Corey and Bethany attended.  The big thing is, Bethany has never gone anywhere over night without me.  She's never been camping period and it was a new experience for us all. 

See, the tarp doesn't look too bad.  Does it?

We had asked her about a month ago if she'd like to go camping with Daddy.  He had the papers and we needed to know if signing them up was a good thing, or if the idea of being away from home and mommy for a night was going to be too much.  She wanted to go and excited doesn't even begin to explain how she felt about it.  For the next 4 weeks everyday she could be heard asking her Dad (or anyone else who'd listen) "Tell me a story about camping please?  What will we do there?"  And tell her we did, until we were blue in the face and most times we'd end with "You'll have to wait and see I don't know what else" Mean while we were thinking "I can't tell you anything else about camping because my brain is burnt kinda like how a mashmellow gets fried after being in the fire too long and you'd know that because we've talk about everything and I have nothing else to say. breath I feel like a scratched cd stuck on the camping song, so ENOUGH ALREADY!"

Anyways, the day finally came and after spending all day packing and buying tarps (aside: Did you know there are like 30 billion kinds of tarps at Crappy Tire and that there is generally nobody useful there to tell a person what the right kind of tarp is?  And did you know that I know nothing about tarps but everything about being frugal so I bought the ones that seemed the best quality for a really good price?  And that might not have been the best idea?).  I was also getting Audrey ready for a sleepover at Grammy's because I was taking a very dear friend of mine out for a birthday dinner.

Having her special dinner treat.

Finally the time came for me to leave to drop AJ off and with mix feelings and the urge to cry I kissed my big girl goodbye.  She hugged me, she kissed me and then she took of to watch one final show before they had to go.  Corey smiled, said they'd be fine and that was it.

Dinner was good, but I must say I was distracted by the worry that something would be wrong.  I got the odd text saying things were fine but still I worried.  I've got that down to a science.  Anyways, I came home, to an empty house, which was another first.  It's been over 4 years since I've spent even one night completely alone anywhere.  And while being able to play my music loud and have a bath all by myself, was awesome.  I was kind of lonely.  I was also kinda bummed, I had stopped at Starbucks to buy myself an after dinner treat of a tea and a lemon loaf to have in the tub.  Being that clumsy is my middle name I dropped the loaf into the tub with me and ruined it.  I thought about drying it out....but didn't.

Morning came quickly and I was surprised my phone hadn't rung.  I called Corey and the news was fantastic, they'd had a blast!  Bethany hadn't even gone to bed until almost 10pm and had slept all night.  And not only that, in  my hurry to pack I forgot to include nighttime pull-ups and she slept all night, in panties and was Dry!!!! I asked Cor, how she'd done and he said, "The first thing she said when she woke up was, "Dad, can we stay another night?" (Um, No! Mommy can't take it.) and she made some awesome friends.  She loved playing with the kids..." 

I'm not so sure how I feel about this...but they sure did have fun playing together

Saturday was excellent because the company has also arranged for the rest of the families to come out and have a big group picnic at Kawkawa Lake in Hope.  Now if you know Hope, and I kinda do, you know that Kawkawa lake, while pretty has a reputation for these pests.  They are a protected species that I have to admit I don't think need to be quite so heavily protected, they are the great and the gross Canadian Geese.  They poop everywhere and it's disgusting, and Kawkawa lake beach was no exception.  Had I known in advance they'd planned to go there, I'd have probably discouraged it but alas I didn't so we dealt with it.

They might look pretty, but it's totally a disguise

It was a lovely afternoon, complete with a rainless thunderstorm and we had a blast.  It was nice to meet the people who Corey works with and to thank them for making him so happy.  This job is truly a blessing and so are the people.

After having about 5 gianourmous meltdowns we decided to head home, we changed two kidlets into their pj's because I knew they'd never make it home awake, and headed off.  Sure enough not even 15 minutes out of hope Audrey was out and 10 minutes later Bethany was out.  We got home, and the rest is routine.

It was so awesome seeing how happy Bethany was, but what took the cake for me was Corey's face.  It was parental bliss (and exhaustion) for him.  He's waited to start doing things like this with his girls and this was just the beginning.  I think there are already thoughts and plans for more trips brewing.  Which is fine with me, while I don't mind camping, I certainly do not feel left out getting to stay at home with a bathroom, and a shower and screens to keep out the mosquitos.

It was a lovely weekend and an even better adventure!  And I'm so glad they went.

Happy Weekend everyone!  What are you planning to do?  Is the sun shining where you are?

I already did!

Work for Corey is still a little on the busy side, and when I say a little I mean he's working on average 12 hour days, some as long as 14 hours. He's up and gone before the kids are out of bed and some days he's not back until they are asleep. It has had it's moments were a serious toll is being taken on all parties involved.

But for the most part, we are still in the land of "We're so grateful for work we're not going to complain" and we're trucking along. The kids and I have developed a slightly different routine, but all in all we're making it "normal".

There is one part however that is not so normal, my dear husband's energy level. While it's a natural response to working as long and as hard as he is, I'm not used to him being so tired. HE's not so used to being that tired. He comes home most evenings, has dinner, plays with the girls for an hour if they're still up, has a shower (because he's so dirty there is even bark mulch in his ears!) and hits the hay.

While a good wife may follow her husband into bed at that time, I can't. Not only is it impossible for me to go to bed at 8:30pm but also, I have other household duties that need doing. Being that I work 3 days outside of this place, I need to get stuff done. Tidying, writing, cleaning, lunches, and knitting. The list goes on and really just ends with, I can't go to bed when he does.

Each night, after I've finished everything I can on my to do list, I brush my teeth, check on the kids, pee and crawl into bed (your welcome for that). Most nights Corey's on his side of the bed passed out, so deep asleep that a kiss goodnight doesn't even illicit an eye flutter. There is also another new development present at this particular time in our evening. He is snoring!

Corey has never been a major snorer, and while he has on occasion snored when he's sick or super tired it's not something I'm used too. And I know that this is all due to his sheer exhaustion, his poor body is finished by bedtime.

I try to ignore it and stuff, but the thing is, some nights he's loud enough I'm worried he'll wake the girls. So I have to wake him and get him to roll over or at least move because I need my sleep too. And the only way I'm gonna get said sleep is if the two munchkins who reside down the hall stay asleep.

This is where a slight problem arises...our "Snore Stop"; encounters go something like this*

Corey: zzzzzzz Pffffft zzzzzzzz Pffffft ZZZZZZZ PFFFFFT (this is how I would spell his snore, keep in mind to get the full grandeur of what I'm trying to say the "PFFFFT" is accompanied with "awesome" breath)
Me: Babe, babe! Wake up you're snoring, can you roll over or something so you don't wake the girls"
Corey: Huh, mmmm ya ok ya
Then I wait. I watch and nothing happens, his eyes stay closed and about 15 seconds later....
Corey: zzzzzzz Pffffffft ZZZZZZ PFFFFT
Me: Corey: Ya, ya ok, sure
Again I wait. I watch and nothing happens, he doesn't even flare a nostril. I may be, at this point, slightly annoyed. And again the snoring returns, louder this time.
Me: COREY (now it's more like a shove rather than a shake) Wake up! You're still snoring, and if this doesn't stop you're sleeping in your truck, after I push you off the bed. ROLL OVER
Corey: *Opens his eyes and glares at me* I DID ROLL OVER! I ALREADY DID IT!
Me: *laughing now* No babe, you didn't. You haven't even twitched
Corey: *Sit straight up* YES! I DID!

He then lays back down, rolls slightly to his side and passes back out. I however, lay there trying with all my might to control the urge to kick him squarely in the keister, hoping I go to sleep before he starts up again. I mean really, where does he get off snapping at ME?

Morning rolls around and I ask him, about why he snapped at me and wouldn't just roll over. Corey stares at me with this blank expression and says, "What are you talking about? I wasn't awake at all last night."

I looked back at him for a split second and the burst at the seams laughing. Some people sleep walk, others sleep eat, we sleep disagree. Awesome! I explained to him what I was talking about, expecting that it would remedy the situation, but it hasn't. Since that day, we've had a few "sleep encounters" all of which end with me either giggling softly to my self or seething mad ready to bop him one with my book.

All I can say, is it's a good thing I love him and that morning comes so soon.

What big boys do with their toys

A little while ago Corey received a gift.  Something he's been eyeing and coveting for years, something that in a matter of seconds catapults him backwards into being a kid again.

While many of you are thinking, "Ahhh yes, I know what it is....Lego!" you would normally be correct but today you are totally wrong.  It's not lego, Hot Wheels or Play-Doh.  It's an RC.  A Remote Control Truck.  And not just your average, battery operated toy.  No, no, this bad boy has a gas tank!

Corey's Dad, (who's opened a Motorsports, quads, RC etc. business in Vernon Bert's Wholesale Motorsports  wicked awesome prices for some fancy machines) loving and knowing his sons like he does decided that he'd really like to give them a gift.  While for dramatic purposes I'd like to say he thought and thought about the perfect gift, I know better.  He took one look at his sons and his memories and knew, THIS was what they needed!  Or at least really wanted.

Boy was he right.  Corey was thrilled and has spent much time reading about it, putting it together and playing around.  He's called his brother Scott half a dozen times getting the "dish" on the machine (Scott's spent a little more time tinkering and playing with his) and has bought all the necessary gear. 

Did you know those suckers take 12 batteries!  12 AA batteries, and they don't just take gas from the gas station, noooo they take some special stuff that comes in funky colors and is a pain to find.  And they need their own mini tools and oil changes and maintenance.  Corey told me all about it, I tuned out at the maintenance part, heck if it was for him I probably wouldn't maintain the vehicles I drive, let alone the ones that I could step on.

Ok, so it's not quite that small but you get the drift.

Anyways, Corey's had the last 2 weekends to play.  The first time he pulled it out at my parents house and had everyone, including the girls drive it around the yard.  They had blast and so did he.  Corey loves being able to share parts of himself with his girls. 

Last weekend, Scott and Travis were down to pick up Corey's Mom to go  back to Kelowna.  In true Scott Fashion he came armed with his RC ready to play.  The sun was shining, the afternoon was of the lazy variety and so, after a yummy lunch we all headed out to play. 

I think the pictures and the video speak for themselves.  These things are fun, awesome actually!  If you know someone who's secretly a little boy wearing a "Man Suit" this would be the toy for them, or if you know a dad who works too hard, this would make the perfect Father's day gift. (pssst if you do get one, call us, we'll arrange a play date for our boys)

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Thanks Dad/Grandpa/Bert, he/we love it!