baby octopus.

2 babies flying home during nap time.
one plugged into movie and complimentary soda.
of which he ordered a coke.
the other so tired and hungry that not even food could satisfy her.
picture me holding a baby octopus.
we'll call her max.
me trying to cover boobs with a brightly colored apron,
baby octopus' arms and legs flailing out of the top and sides,
all the while the baby octupus is screaming at an obnoixiously loud level of volume.
in the middle seat.
with a teenager rolling her eyes at us across the aisle.
and that was in the first 20 minutes of the flight.
have mercy.
it's a good thing our vacation was good.

NINE

now, if it could just snow 9 inches again on my birthday too:-).

time to go out to play!!!

rum wieners

i've made the rum wieners before.

i've never been able to get the flame to ignite.

something about warming the rum first.

well, tonight i warmed the rum.

lit the rum.

and almost burned tammy's house down.

i vow to never make them indoors again.

i vow to never bring them to a friend's house again.

i may never make them in my house again.

if "show piece" was what i was going for...

well, let's just say i stole the show.

after 30 seconds of panic and shock,

considering blowing it out with my mouth,

and trying to decide where the nearest exits were,

the flame died down,

and someone shouted for me to grab my camera.

just imagine it as a 6 foot tall by 2 foot wide flame engulfing the ceiling fan of my friend's vaulted ceilings.

i wish i was exaggerating.

i am not.

the flame was so hot i felt like i was in the tropics.

thank the good man above we never got the flame to ignite when we lived in the basement apartment.

and here i was worried about salt city candles.

have mercy.

3 feet

we measured brennan on our wall mount.
he was almost 3 feet tall.
so now he walks around the house with the measuring tape.
and tells us that everything is 3 feet tall.
EVERYTHING.
3.
feet.
tall.
max got sick of him measuring her really quickly.

now we know

tonight we learned that max does NOT know how to crawl down the stairs.
we didn't think she could.
but now we know for sure.
it was sad.

GEORGE W.

GEORGE W. is 5 blocks from my house.

signing books at costco.

i wish i could go in and meet him.

shake his hand.

take a picture.

so i could brag about it at thanksgiving.

and post it on facebook.

painting the mountains

tonight i told brennan that god painted the sky above the mountains.

do you think i can't count that as a serving of vegetables for her today?
breathtakingly beautiful.

the mountains too;-)

MAYDAY!

MAX.
IS.

MOBILE.

i think we might need some baby gates.

twisted peppermint

for 25 seconds i float away into some north pole spa.
where my senses are filled with ease and relaxation.
i treat myself to some hand washing just to get there several times a day.
a bonus.
where i feel pampered.
and glamorous.
and let me tell you,
it's better than any of those herbal essence's commercials.
who knew hand washing could be so exciting?

risky business

bieber fever as tom cruise in risky business.
no?
i keep telling him halloween is over.
but not tonight.
not tonight.
"Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain 't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I'll be late for the door
I like that old time rock'n' roll"