Monday, June 25, 2012

two posts, one night. glory hallelujah

Actually, this will probably count as a .532 of a real post. I just had to mention the fact that a few weeks ago I saw a flashing light, like a police strobe light, at night in our quiet cul-de-sac and glanced out the dark window. What I saw astonished me. There was a white truck spraying something smokey out of the back. I called John over and we stared as it slowly went around the street.

We both looked at each other and started coming up with outlandish reasons that the government was spraying us with chemicals....things ranging from keeping the aliens from attack mode to mind control. We had a great time and laughed a good while.

Of course we really knew that they were probably spraying for the mosquitoes around here, but it was just one more reason to love that guy.   Or how about the time some hillbilly music came on to our Itunes unexpectedly and we square danced with the kids and laughed our guts out trying to show Maddy what a "dosi do" was. We are quite a pair. I am sure the rest of the single world truly mourned when we were both taken off the market.

But in spite of all the quirkinesses--no, because of them-- I love us.

(of course....that's probably the mind-control smoke talking).

she deserved it too

 Well, she went and did it. My baby turned five against my express wishes. I had to punish her by subjecting her to the most awesome My Little Pony party ever imagined. Little punk deserved it too. The nerve. Five years old. Pshaw.

First, they decorated some hats, like Rarity. (if you don't recognize some names in this post, let me save you a google search...they are ponies. Or, if you live in this house, the subjects of countless conversations, drawings, and playtimes.)
Then they played an apple-picking game, like Applejack. And yes, I am quite proud of that masterpiece of a tree. Thanks for noticing. (oh yeah, I'm proud of the masterpiece of a five year old in the photo too).



 Later there was cupcake decorating at Pinkie Pie's bakery, aka Sugar Cube Corner. Cupcake boxes were provided for the towering concoctions of cupcake and frosting that were erected. We wanted to make sure the kids could take those home and devour them in front of their horrified mothers.


 Oh, so...these are out of order. Oh well.
 He's cute. He just sort of wondered around and tried to swipe cupcakes and sticker-encrusted visors. It was a really great day in his life.
 Maddy's finished product. Personally I don't think there's much color or excitement going on. When I decorate a visor, I REALLY go for it. It needs at least twelve times the bedazzling. But she's only five. She'll get it.


 Then we did some "magic." This was to celebrate Twilight Sparkle, who is a magical unicorn. Of course. Thanks to pinterest for this amazingly cheap and attention-grabbing project. Also, many thanks to Dollar Tree for the six boxes of baking soda that I bought for fifty cents a piece. (not to mention the fabulous aluminum cake tin things).
 This is a very underwhelming photo of the magic of baking soda and vinegar. I apologize.
 Yes, I did in fact make these poor children don chef hats. When you work in my kitchen, you better be prepared to act like my personal chef. These kids did pretty good.

 Mostly they were just cute. And mostly...I got the hats because it was either spend five bucks more on them and get free shipping, or just pay for shipping. Obviously the hats had to be bought.
And finally, the moment we have all been waiting for....the annual ghetto fabulous birthday cake. Eat your heart out Ace of Cakes. (At least we spelled Birthday right this year....).

Happy birthday to my amazing, hilarious, spunky, tomboy-ish, high energy, adorable, sweet, bright-eyed, and empathetic little Madeline. What would my life be like without my little sidekick? It would be quieter, drabber, and far less fun. I love that girl with all of my heart. I love her enough to embarrass myself willingly several years in a row trying to make her birthday cakes  match her very detailed descriptions. xoxo mwah sweet pea!

Sunday, June 17, 2012

"and he makes my heart feel happy"




Maddy and Grant's Father's Day Interviews, ages 4 and 1 respectively. We love our Daddy around here. :)

Thursday, June 7, 2012

secrets, babies, and dorks

my dear friends, I have had many many folks ask us why we are moving, and what is going on, and all of that stuff. i hate to be a let-downer, but I am going to keep you in suspense for a while longer. I just don't want to talk about things unless it looks very highly likely that we are going anywhere. i guess you could just consider us putting our house on the market as a test...a test that we intend on following up with a move if it goes well. and if no one buys it...well, then we may look at other options.

we are so mysterious. i know, it's annoying. I just can't share yet. I'm weird about moving like that, I seriously don't know why. but i love you all just the same. hope you'll be patient with my privacy/superstitious quirkiness.

and just so you can end this post on a laugh, Maddy asked us tonight "how babies get into a mommy's tummy." we tried to pass it off with a generic answer...mommies, daddies, get married and then magic, babies!! but she was not having it and said, while talking more slowly and enunciating, as if she were talking to the village idiots, "no mom and dad, how do they get IN mommy's tummy?" as if she were looking for the scientific process. I managed to stave her off with more generic stuff, but seriously, i was losing my ever-loving cool. I was so not ready. and john and i laughed over her head afterwards.

heaven help us, we are such dorks.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

random, sunday edition

 sometimes I just snap his picture in the middle of his breakfast because I am overwhelmed by his cuteness-- and by the fact that he is sitting still long enough to take a picture of. I will take that photo of him being still, even if it includes pieces of nutrigrain bar shmushed on his brow.
 maddy only likes the marshmallow madness or whatever it's called with the million marshmallows that come in a separate packet from the actual cocoa. that girl is serious about her marshmallow to cocoa ratios.
 smoothie mustache
 say CHEESE! (yes, i think i'm clever for that one)
 I am starting to notice a food trend in my cell phone pics. here are the tiki mask ice cube trays I bought for a dollar. they were the only ice cube trays I could find at target. i was sort of embarrassed to buy them. I would rate my embarrassment level at about a 7.5. For reference, a 1 embarassment is sneezing a little loudly, and a 10 embarrassment would be buying tampons, a pregnancy test, and midol all in one trip...all while having a teenage boy as your cashier. I don't think the last one has happened to me yet, but...I never rule anything out.
 We got a groupon for a bounce house. Maddy loved it.
 


 The real reason I bought that dumb groupon was to take Senor Energy/Death Defier to a place that he couldn't kill himself while running/jumping out his energy. What did I get for my trouble?? A kid that was scared of the bounce house bouncy things. He was freaking out over not being able to stand normally. I spent the entire time chasing him around the unfamiliar bounce house instead of my own house. Did I win that round or lose do you think?
Oh yeah, and he just wanted to play the video games. Yeah, let's face it, I lost this round. (shaking fist to the sky).

 yes! that's right, another shot of maddy going down a slide in a strange rigor mortis-eque pose.
 Mrs. Lemon joined me during breakfast the other day. She was a pleasant companion, although she talked a bit too much about "what are we going to do fun today, i'm soooo bored" for my personal taste. but stylish, definitely.
 I wanted to buy this six dollar ice bucket with hook for the scoop SO badly from Target. And then I asked myself (like any reasonable adult--which bytheway is not my forte while in Target, where all reasonable flies out the window) why I needed a bucket for ice. I don't know. but...I know I could find a reason. I bet Mrs. Lemon could think of a thousand reasons too. She's fancy like that.
 The Blur got his shots this past week. He messed up the doctors office and I didn't stop him because they always make us wait way too long and I figured they sort of deserved it. And then Grant agreed with me after they gave him shots. So he messed it up a little bit more after that.
 She was trying to give herself bunny ears and told me to take a picture. It didn't work out too well.

 but the pictures are still cute
 in Mom summer school we worked on patterns. wish she would pick up on the this pattern: wipe, flush, wash your hands, don't slam the door right next to your sleeping brother's room and wake him up. but she's good with yellow, yellow, pink, so we'll celebrate that.
 chillin' with the Ipad. The view from millions of slacking american households before 8:00 a.m.
 a bona-fide pineapple bush!! I had never seen one, and this little guy was about the size of my hand. so cool
I loved this outfit so much I took a picture of the catalog. Now, who would like to sew me a dress just like that, but in big ladies sizing? Because I think it would look good on me, despite that big ladies size thing. I think it just might look good on every single body type. so cute.


Lastly, we are trying to sell our house. This has caused my stress level to rocket. I am trying to keep my cool, but as we all know, that is laughable. The worst part really is trying to keep my house clean with two little kids. Holy cow people, it is hard. I thought I kept my house pretty tidy before, but with the prospect of last minute strangers coming to visit, I realize that I was living in denial about just how tidy I thought I kept stuff. It is terrible. I mean, there are worse things in the world, but...well, this is my personal zombie-apocalypse. Pray someone comes to see our house and then buys it the same day, will you? I am dying to leave my socks on the floor like the good old days. Oh socks, someday we will be cleaning procrastinators like before. Just hold on to the dream.