Tacos and Archery

Tacos and Archery- by far Losha's favorite things so far.....besides Dr. Pepper. Which, by the way, has now been restricted after dinner, due to the crazy side-effects. I made the executive decision, and I'm sticking to it. You have a crazy, hyped-up Russian teenager run all through your house and see if you don't restrict it too!

He ate the heck out of his tacos and chips and salsa that I fixed for dinner tonight. He had some lettuce on them, so I'm counting that as a serving of veggies :) He was one silly kid last night. After dinner, he helped clean up the kitchen- after being a teeny bit forced strongly encouraged- but he did it regardless. John had to work a basketball game at Foard and Losha didn't want to go- and neither did I- so we stayed home together. We played wii for what seemed like an eternity. Once I reached my limit- I let him keep playing while I wrapped the Christmas presents. He was squealing and yelling the whole time. He was playing the resort sports game and found the one with the airplane where you shoot balloons. Yeah- the noise is soooooo annoying. I listened to it for about an hour and I swear I got an eye twitch. I made him some chocolate chip cookies- and he loved them. He wouldn't drink any milk with them though. He moved on to archery that all three of us played the night before- and let me tell you- he has now perfected it. He got to the point that he was getting the bulls eye on every one, so now if he doesn't get straight 10s he yells "Oh No!" like a 9 is bad or something. I made him turn it off at 9:30 and it took me an hour to get him to take his shower. He was running through the house like a maniac. Terrorizing the dogs, turning off all the lights and trying to jump out and scare me, bouncing and flying off of the ab ball (and popping out the stopper), jumping like superman onto his bed.......need I go on?

Update on the trash situation in his room.....remember me telling how he is eating a ton of snacks, but I had yet to find any trash? Well, he gave it to me last night. He was keeping it all in his shoe box from his new shoes....which was hid between the dresser and the wall, underneath his fleece pullover, underneath his "Welcome to America" sign, underneath the comforter to his bed. Uh, no wonder I couldn't find it. He did throw it all away. He came out of the laundry room (where we keep our trash can) with his old stinky shoes in his hand. I had put them in there to wash them (and haven't gotten around to it yet) and he thought I was going to throw them away. I had to reassure him I was just washing them and he was finally OK with that after a few minutes of explaining to him why they were in there.

We prayed with him again and asked him if he wanted to pray. He very quickly said no. So John and I prayed and hugged him goodnight. This was about 11pm and John woke him up at 6:30 and he wouldn't budge. So I had to pull the mean momma card- but first I tried to be sweet and rub his back to wake him up. He just grunted at me.....I kept telling him to get up and he wouldn't............so I finally rudely yanked the covers back and he squealed like a little girl- but he got up! He's spending the day with my parents, sister, brother-in-law and nephew. I called at lunch and they were at Chuck-E-Cheese and he was having a blast. Hopefully the Russian maniac will be worn out when he gets home and we can have a relaxing evening with him.......

I promise I will try to get some pics uploaded tonight....I suck, I know..........