Memorial Day and ROCKS!

Cooper got to go to Almo and he helped decorate graves. I use 'help' loosely unless by helping you mean stealing flowers, throwing rocks (sometimes off graves), and pile-driving Morgan's new puppy. If that is helpful, then yes, Cooper helped a ton:)

Myrna, Bob and Gloria. We had a mini-fam reunion at the cemetery. It was fun to see everyone and Tony Silva was great to try and catch Cooper a lizard (no luck, those speedy little devils).

Here is me and my little terror. I don't know how he held still this long for a picture. Since he has been in the sun a couple of days his hair is super light. I think I will have a tough time ever keeping him in this summer (maybe my house will stay cleaner??)

After the cemetery we picnicked at the City of Rocks. Cooper loved the BIG, BIG, BIG ROCKS and had so much fun feeding his sandwich to the chipmunks (aka 'Munks!') and running all over the rocks. No fear that kid. Not like his ole' ma.

I remember when I was a kid and Gloria would tell us the story of the Twin Sisters and the two Indian sisters fighting over the same handsome Indian brave until they tore him limb from limb and they cried and cried until they turned themselves into stone and he turned into a tree below the rocks. I remember Mistie and I would get so sad (or maybe it was just me because I was always a wimp). My mom also liked the game (insert super scary voice here): "I'm not your mom I am a witch." And she also liked to tell us to look for the lost Indian 'Rock' whenever we saw the road signs that say: 'Watch for Rock.' I can't remember if Rock was going to get us if we were bad, but probably.

*SIGH* You really can tell kids anything... ohh, I can't wait for that!!!! It reminds me of the Great Jack Handey's Deep Thoughts (here are some of my favorite of the kid tormenting variety):

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh no," I said, "Disneyland burned down."He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

And another of my favorites:

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is, "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is, "Probably because of something you did."

P.S. Mommy, I love your stories. And you can scare me anytime and I will love it. And you can tell me anything and I will believe it (still!) because you are my beautiful, wonderful mama.