- Girl Powers has taken to delivering information with the preface I have good news and I have bad news. Which do you want first?. As if this weren’t weird enough for a three-year-old, the two pieces of information that follow have absolutely nothing to do with one another. Yesterday’s example: Mommy, I have good news and I have bad news. Which do you want first? [I chose bad.] The bad news is that Daddy saw Javelina tracks when he was golfing. The good news is that we went to Aubrey’s house for playgroup! I am seriously considering incorporating this communication tactic into my conversation repertoire.
- This is the forecast for the next ten days.
This is something I wrote in February to remind myself that our summers are not nearly as hellish as most people’s winters. It’s supposed to make me feel better about the impending doom of the next
three fourfive months. It’s not working.
- The scorpions are back. Correction: they never left, but scorpion “activity” goes way up when the temps rise (see #2). “Activity” is the euphemism exterminators use to describe deadly 3-inch arachnids invading your home and threatening the lives of your offspring. I am not a swearing person (correction: yes I am), but scorpions for some reason put words like motherf***er into my mouth and make them come out, a la Samual L. Jackson in that movie that everybody talked about and nobody saw, Snakes on a Plane; as in, we have to get these motherFing scorpions out of my motherFing house!
- Boy Powers is obsessed with trash. The entire epic narrative of trash from pointing at a crumpled piece of paper and saying YUCK! to throwing it in the bin to emptying the bin to taking the bag out to the big trash can to hearing the distant rumble of the garbage truck to watching it lift the trash can and dump its contents into the back and drive off. I wish I could draw from this some insight into his personality, or chalk it up to a specific developmental phase, or at least editorialize it into a clever life metaphor, but I got nothing. The dude likes trash. The end.
- We are having 15 people over on Saturday and I’m not sure how it happened. I think we were looking at a blank weekend calendar and a forecast of 110+ all week (see #2) and needed something to do without leaving the house. And now 15 people are coming over.
- I have no idea what’s going on in the world right now but I could name every remaining contestant on The Bachelorette. This disturbs me profoundly.
- The following things are currently in need of significant repair: guest bathroom toilet (see #5), one of our dining room chairs (see #5), the ceiling fan above our bed (see #2), and my car stereo. At least the A/C works (see #2). And the TV (see #6).
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Too bad you can't see all of the entire Bay Area from this wedding venue. #ohwaityoucan
Water baby and her grandpa 💙💜
Very small breakfast date.
Another weekend, another corner complete. #stillmovingin
Thinking Saturday thoughts. Like pancakes and shirtlessness and a whole day of sibling antics.
We call this chair the cuddle chair. Obviously.
It is taking a lot of getting used to being at such a big school. For me, not so much for her. It's a GOOD big school, one we hear all good things about. Still, big.
Found an old head shot from the dancing days. "Head shot" used loosely to describe an amateur photo taken by a photography student who waited tables at the same restaurant I did, taken in the basement of the Art Institute in exchange for helping her with a photo assignment by dancing. #thatwasaloooongtimeago #tbt
I'm all for kids learning independent self-care skills at a young age, but I'm not super thrilled about this. Not gonna lie. #yesifoundherlikethis #yesthewaterison #yesithappenedbefore7am