Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Bode, we love you. We will always love you because we are your parents and we created you and all. But Sonshine School Teachers, well, they don't have to love you, son. They did not create you or give birth to you or anything like that. They just get paid to keep you happy for 5 hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays and you are making their job too difficult and they are probably realizing that they don't get paid enough to deal with you and now they are going to demand a raise and then everything is going to fall apart. Not really, but still.
I just got off the phone with the sweet SSS director lady and I told her to throw down on you. This is your heads up, darling. Either shape up or we are going to have to ship you out. And we need a break from you too so please don't choose the latter.
You are so cute but your teachers can't see your cuteness for all the snot and tears and swollen eyes and stuff. At least dry it up long enough for them to notice the cute little vintage t-shirts I dress you in, for heaven's sake.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Apparently nothing can keep this girl down. She sang show tunes at the top of her lungs in the rain tonight.
And the TV was officially turned off when Mia started saying things like, "Mommy, you have got to get this new bra with a wire thing," and "Oh my goodness, Mom, there is this cleaning thingy that gets in hard to reach places."
It dawned on me that Mia has never really seen commercials in her entire life thanks to DVR. She only watches two things and they are both always pre-recorded. Today officially justified the COX DVR bill. I will never question it again, Honey. That's a promise.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I, on the other hand, had no time to be bored between the 5 loads of laundry on hot with bleach, boiling medicine droppers, sippy cups, and anything else I think Mia so much as looked at multiple times a day, throwing out toothbrushes, toothpaste, and mouthwash and replacing them with individually labeled travel sizes for each family member, and getting stoned on Lysol and anti-bacterial hand gel.
It's a glamorous life.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Now that I have tested positive for H1N1 I can say with confidence that at any moment you should expect to come down with a huge fever, have the shakes, be completely lifeless and basically feel like you have been hit by a semi.
Here's the good news: you can guarantee that you're annoying little brother will get it next.
All my love (and germs),
P.S. If you look like this, come on over to my house and my mom will wait on you hand and foot to ease the guilt she has for allowing me to expose so many people to a flu that originated from pigs. Gross.
Honestly, I never let on in the slightest that I was feeling bad until I broke out in a huge fever so how could she have known? She is my mother and she should have some sort of second sense about these things and not send me to art class and Raegan's house and let me play with my 5 month old cousin. That crazy expensive Tamaflu purchase will teach her.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Me shrieking in horror: What on earth happened to Bode's head? He looks like he just returned from the Battered Baby Shelter.
Andy: That's what happens when I take them on a road trip without you. It may not be worth me doing this again.
Me: I think the head wounds are adorable.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Take a good look at this adorable little OC student:
This is Kayla Saffell. Sweet, precious, fun, creative, everything you would want your daughter to be in college, Kayla is. And more.
And here's the more: She just won a weekend trip to the Pioneer Woman's ranch. Let me say that again so it will sink in. She. Just. Won. A. Weekend. Trip. To. The. Pioneer. Woman's. Ranch.
As in, slumber party at Ree Drummond's house.
As in, I kind of want to tie her up, steal her identity, and let P-Dub tell me all her secrets over hot cinnamon rolls while sitting on her newly renovated back porch overlooking the ranch while Marlboro Man and all the other hot cowboys rope cows or whatever they do.
As in, at the very least I may tailgate her all the way there and hide in some bushes with an afro wig and binoculars.
I am so happy for you, Kayla. Really I am. I couldn't be happier that you get to stay at the ranch, learn all of her cooking secrets, be featured on her blog read by millions of desperate women everywhere, see Marlboro Man's butt in those jeans up close and personal, tour the ranch, and eat wonderful food made with real butter. I am not jealous at all. I am just one of those gals who is happy that you get to live my dream. Simply thrilled.
Congratulations, Kayla! I can't wait to hear all about it (only if I can eat a cinnamon roll or ten while you tell me every detail).