Lifting the Ban

Soooo.... yeah.
Been a while. Had a lot going on lately. Everything from home remodel to 4-yr old pirates to mortgage loan stuff to bank wars to embarrassing medical needs to smelly gasoline issues to a spider solitaire obsession. Okay, so maybe the solitaire is mostly to blame.
Point is, I figure it's time to lift the ban on blogging and once again resume the pathetic dribble of my goings-on. And I say pathetic not in any self-depricating way, but in a very shake-my-head-that-this-is-reality way.
Here goes.

Definition

A Bad Day:
it's a bad day when you wake up in a pile of vomit; but the true realization of a bad day isn't met until you wake up in a pile of someone else's vomit.

...and then find that the vomit started in the perpetrator's bed and was next brought to you.
And if you really want a humdinger, you could have all this followed by a day of little sister's Day of Diarrhea, made especially fun by the fact that she tried multiple times to change her own diaper. Awesome.

When Mark got back from the Galveston clean-up trip he tried comparing his "bad day" to mine. I told him if his didn't involve fecal matter and regurgitation to not even bother.

Dangerous Surroundings

With all the remodel and construction going on, our kids have come to pick up on some safety / self-preservation tactics.

Andrea's Christmas Wishlist

chairs
rope
buckets
random yard tools
long poles or sticks
tarp or blankets - either works
pillows, more pillows
boxes
paper of all sorts, sizes -- especially the used variety
un-opened (but soon to be opened) mail
kitchen timer
anything work or construction related
belts




I swear - when Andrea's idea of "play" is gathering the most random objects and then piling them up to create a boat or car or train or horse... I mean, why do I even bother buying toys?

Happy National Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Or as we like to say, Andrea's Birthday!
Yes, where this kid's birthday falls on such a momentous occasion she will probably be subjected to many-a pirate-themed birthday parties. Good thing she likes pirates!


She had a great time at her very quickly thrown together party at the park where she pretended to blow out candles (since the wind did NOT cooperate), the kids got to scream about the lemonade-obsessed bees, and she totally scored with some awesome presents.

That interested Lacie quite a bit as well.


At home we had fun family party with a super cool Tinkerbell cake furnished by the Newmans


That once again, Lacie loved.



And after my long, hot day of shopping, preparing the party food, games & supplies, shlepping it to the park, putting on the party, taking down/cleaning up, taking the kids out some more for family time and doing the family party, it was nice for Mark to get in a good nap.

A Brief Synopsis

of our trip to Utah:

Started with some fun in the sun at the pre-reunion lake day, where Lacie was happy to be a beach bum

while Andrea enjoyed her first JetSki ride.


Then up to the fabulous lodge where we luxuriously spent the next 4 days with family

and bed-wrestling.


We played lots of games

and then went home to prepare for Barney and Mary's wedding --

and all the food that went with it.


We gussied up with fun hair-dos

and everyone had a blast at the reception.

Especially the kids who enjoyed the nursery toys,

each other,

and the yummy cotton candy


until it was quite apparent that it was time to go home.


I was then happily treated to a night in Park City with my girlfriends from high school

where they surprised Sarah and me with a double baby shower

and we played games and talked literally all night long.


Andrea & Lacie enjoyed more fun cousin time

and Mom/Grandma/M'Jean brilliantly came up with the idea to perm Lacie's hair

before we went home.

It was a party.


Thanks for a great trip!

Q & A

Q: What do you call someone who is expecting?
A: Prego

Q: What do you call someone using crutches?
A: Gimp

Q: What do you call someone who is expecting and has to use crutches?
A: ... Primp? Gigo? ...

Neither sounds very good. Maybe 'moron' or 'pathetic' is more accurate. Especially when taking into account what happened to be in that state - spraining my foot by falling off my shoe.

In all fairness I was chasing a 2 yr old and my center of gravity isn't quite where it used to be.