"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Friday, August 13, 2010

Freaky Friday the 13th: The Emily's

8 Hours.

what is 8 hours?

a typical workday.. unless you are my husband than it is more like 11 or 12

what is 8 hours?

1/3 of the day

what is 8 hours?

A glorious glorious number when your baby goes that long between eating at night!!
Thank you little man, let's do it again tonight!

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

hijacking: it's too good to be bad.

i have hijacked the scout master's laptop today.
glory be:-)
why is it that i can eat the unhealthy stuff,
but when it comes to my kids,
i'm all, "oh no, you shouldn't, it's not healthy."
i still let them eat it.
but it just seems more unhealthy to give it to them than us.
"the grown-ups."
well, him.
all max has had other than mush and oatmeal is a few licks of a cherry Popsicle.
it's okay for me to have a handful of m&m's at breakfast, but not my child!
well, this is what my brain has been trained to think.
but isn't it the same thing?
i think it's the same thing.
so maybe it's not so bad.
just not every morning...
like i gave him an ikea bowl of choc chips this morning.
the scout master gave me the "grown up" look.
so i said, "i was going to put them in his pancakes anyway."
but why does it seem worse in the bowl?

there is just something healthy about having this every few months.
it's too good to be bad;-)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Saturday is a special day!!!

Computer date set to be fixed: Saturday night.
Oh happy day!
The pork loin has figured out how to navigate our new phones. He goes straight to YouTube and pulls up the movie trailer for toy story 3. Then he watches over and over. For roughly fifteen minutes. Tonight he sat on my kitchen counter as I made enchiladas doing it. He also sprinkled cheddar cheese on my raw tortillas. While wearing a doctor's coat and a stethoscope. We finally at dinner at 7:45, and i vowed to never start making dinner at 6:30pm ever again. We double teamed the kids and will now collapse.
I miss my pictures.
The end.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Plug my ears

I woke up this morning, and the scout master told me I sleep with my ears plugged. I said "no duh, I sleep with ear plugs." (since freshmen year in the dorms.) he said, "I knew you wouldn't believe me, so I took a picture." so I said, "you did?!?" and he said, "no, but I knew I should have bc I knew you weren't going to believe me." I said, "you're right." dr. Scout master has now vowed to sleep with his phone by the bed to catch me sleeping with my ears plugged with my fingers. I am an unbeliever. Then I went to turn my computer on and remembered it was broken. I hope my brother in law gets back from the jungle soon to fix it. What shall I make him to bribe him to fix it?

Sunday, August 8, 2010