Video Clips, Internet Safety, and a 5 Year Old Michael Jordan

Soooooooo, sometime in May, Danyo fell in a puddle of muddy water. There are other kinds of puddles, right? I'm not being redundant am I?

And even though I walk around continually thinking my kids are adorable and hilarious----I am fully aware that I think that about 10xs more than the average person. Even the average person who likes me very much. So, when I posted a video of Danyo falling in the puddle, I pretty much posted with the the awareness that I probably thought it was way more funny than most people.

But oh contrair! There were tons of comments on the post, a lot of emails, phone calls, and even some comments IRL about it. So then I was all like, "Wow. My kids ARE the cutest and the funniest in the world!"

Actually, so then I was all---Hey, America's Funniest Home Videos---do you want to air this video of my preshy?

And a month later they were all, "Yes. Yes ma'am, we do. Please sign here, here, here, and here. Oh, and we'll need a blood specimen here, a urine sample here, a lock of Danyo's hair, power of attorney, and whenever it's convenient, please give birth to another child so we can have him."

So I did it. Except the "another child" part. I'm kind of busy.

I got online to see what my chances for capitalizing on my baby's clumsiness were. There I learned, those chances were slim to none. But I also learned that some people were called for permission and were never contacted again or others who waited 4 years before their clip was aired.

So I simmered down. Put my delusions of grandeur in check, and basically forgot about it.

Then yesterday my new BFF Melanie called and told me that they are airing Danyo's clip on Sunday.

YEEHAAAAAAAW! I'm so excited to see my baby for 2.3 seconds on the tv, with his cute face paired with a weird and possibly unfunny dub of some dumb man voice. Actually, my real fear is that they are going to photoshop a picture of Gilbert Grape's mama, laughing her head off, because I a'fear, that is what I sound like. Maybe it will be left out.

So, just wanted to let you all know in case you want to watch it. Avee is in the background wearing her pink tutu. Bo and his friend Caleb are in it too. I mean, assuming they air the whole thing. It's on ABC on Sunday---October 26th.

If anyone has the capability to record onto a dvd, and wants to do me a solid (that phrase makes me laugh every time I hear it)---I would be forever grateful. Well, I'll be honest. I'll be grateful until my kids rub their grubby hands all over the dvd 5 zillion times and use it to skateboard and throw it against the walls to make a dent into the wall, and when it becomes completely unreadable, I'll most likely forget about everything and just be annoyed that my children act like wild animals.

Two other items of business:
My friend MommyJ at Mommy Snark posted a great post about internet safety, privacy and I would like to encourage everyone to go read it. Okay, not everyone. But if you are relatively new to the blogging world---and aren't like, the one who invented blogging---go check it out. It has great tips. Plus, she's offered to give anyone a "blog shakedown". Pretty much, that alone should make it worth checking out.

And lastly:
Morning conversation with Bo:
Bo: Mom, I want to play basketball.

Mom: (I find this amusing since he's shown a complete lack of interest in sports and well, a lack of prowess too---plus, last year's basketball---the entire season he thought the object of the game was to get from one side of the court to the other, faster than anyone else. Ball? What ball?)
Really? Well okay. I'll talk to Dad about it and we'll look into it.

Bo: Gweat! I weally hope Jaden is on my team. I weally hope it.

Mom: Oh yeah? Is he so good?

Bo: Yeah, he's excewent!

Mom: Really! How do you know that? Did he tell you?

Bo: No. I'm guessing he's pretty good. He just looks like he'd be good at basketball, whenevoh I look at him. Pwetty much just a guess though.

"Pwetty much just a guess" is SO his father. But it's really just a modest way of saying, "I know my stuff woman, don't doubt me!"