While eating licorice for dinner at 11:45 I thought I should throw a few lines up here for the record of my kids existence and the two people left reading my neglected blog. (Hi Mom. Hi Grandma.)
Licorice. Yep. Anyway.
Swimming Lessons. . . they started today. Long awaited, much loved by JD & Cambria. One more big kid activity for poor Eli. We put a donut on his little bear to get him used to the idea of flotation devices. It will be a long summer for an 18 month going on 21 year old.
Things I notice about this picture:
Why is Cambria kissing for the camera? Huh? A bit premature?
JD looks caffeinated. He's not.
Eli is still bald.
I'm not drinking the spray can there, I'm returning it to Walmart. Hard to apply a popcorn ceiling patch if the nozzle is broken off the can before you even start. Oh, Walmart.
The green headband was inherited by me free, left by some hapless house guest that I can't track down. They knew it was my favorite color and left it as a hostess gift, probably. Anyway I realized as I uploaded pics off of my camera that the green headband is in almost every photo of me. One good reason for this is that it hides the paint in my hair that I was unable to remove. . . you'd hate to look grey at the young age of 31, y'know.
Yeah and my cute earrings? Pretty sure they looked less cute as I left Walmart with one behind, probably in the animal cracker aisle. It's kind of an ominous feeling wondering how many people I talked to with just one hoop in. Hopefully only a few. I feel like I may have contributed to a People of Walmart photo.
Wish it could be easy
Why is life so messy
Anyway, the picture doesn't have audio so I had to supply a mental soundtrack just to give
And then we got kinda crazy and decided we wanted to rehab another house just for the fun of it, you know, just because we can't get enough of deadlines and pepto-bismol-pink bedrooms:
And of course you wouldn't want to forget the lovely paneling.
This is me + the green headband and minus my kids. . . sent them to my mother in law's for three days so I could paint like a crazy lady. I am saying ahhhhhhhhh here. Translated: We are truly crazy.
In other news look at the super cute firefighter I have at my house: Oh.my.word I could just eat him up. When he isn't rising at the crack of dawn anyway.
Speaking of which, dawn comes early around this place.
ZZZZzzzzzz. more later