Monday, September 23, 2013

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I just finished reading this terrifying memoir. 
I love terrifying memoirs, they're my catnip. 
(I just looked up "catnip" in the urban dictionary and it's borderline inappropriate for me to call something "my catnip." Nonetheless, I'm going with it.)
Did you know that you can get encephalitis, it can go to your brain, and you can become psychotic for no reason whatsoever? Well, you can. Which is just great because I don't have time to go psychotic and spend two months in the hospital, which means I probably will.

Another equally terrifying experience: a Lashley disney trip planning session. My husband turns into a monster. A very productive monster, but a monster nonetheless.

Seeing my kids holding my best friend's precious little baby is so adorable that it makes me want to reproduce immediately. Which is impossible thanks to modern technology.
My husband thinks this is the most terrifying thing of all.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Wicked fun

If you know my daughter, you probably know about her fascination/obsession with Wicked. The only reason her love of all things Wicked has been unique up to this point is because the child had never seen the play. She started singing the music when she was 4, had a Wicked themed birthday party when she turned 5, was Elphaba for Halloween in pre-k, has the book, the Elphaba doll,  and knows all about the original broadway cast. 

If it wasn't so awesome it would be just plain creepy. 

(This is the face of a child who does not want to take a picture because she's terrified that she might miss one nanosecond of the show.)
Sunday, Mia actually got to see what she has been acting out in her bedroom for the past 4 years. She. Was. Thrilled. And thanks to Uncle Lucas, who works in television, she had an autographed playbill to boot.

Getting to watch your kid in complete awe is the kind of experience that makes being a Mom so stinkin' fun.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

A new record

This weekend we decided to see how many people we could shove into our new house.
It turns out we can hold one mom, one almost-nine-year-old, 972 thousand college girls, and exactly one princess.
It was tight.
 But thankfully, as I've mentioned before, college students have incredibly low standards.
 I asked them if they wanted me to put their cookies on crystal or silver trays. 
They said the package they came in was fine. 
And this is why I love them.
                                           Clearly, Mia assumed everyone was there to see her. 

Monday, September 2, 2013

Bode decided he would go back to school to show off his lost tooth

Bode lost his first tooth shortly after attempting to drop out of kindergarten. Thankfully, it gave him a reason to go on living. 

Bode's first lost tooth experience could not be more opposite than Mia's - and thank goodness for that because there is only so much bloody drama that a family can handle. Bode yanked it out himself and bought in to the tooth fairy thing hook, line, and sinker. 
His best buddy, Miss Beth, made him a special box out of cold hard cash to keep his prized tooth in. He was a fan - obviously. So much so it made the cut as his very first show-and-tell item.
 In other news, this was almost the perfect picture of some of my favorite OC students who graciously took my kids exploring at the park.
Unfortunately, Mia took it to the next level with the crotch grab. Later she told me her underwear is getting too small. Duly noted.