Here I am on a Saturday morning, trying to figure out ways to procrastinate and not do my work. Shane's on a film crew for the 48 hour film festival in SLC so I've been trying to keep myself busy. There's one more video file to transcribe, mountains of laundry to fold, a wood floor to sweep, vacuuming and dishes to do, banana bread to bake, counters to clean, and what do I want to do? Think of random things and blog about them. So my procrastination is your bonus! Unless it makes you feel like you want to come do my chores, in which case, COME ON OVER! Party at my house!
The thing about the last baby is you're totally in denial about going up a size. I guess some of this stems from the fact that I have six children and no time, but Carter's summer clothes and all his 18 to 24 month stuff is in a box in his closet. I'm happy to say that I've given it some thought. I'm sad to say, however, that it wasn't enough thought to put the 12 month stuff back in boxes and pull the bigger stuff out of the closet. Consequently, he is wearing tiny onesies (which I don't mind so much since they make him look fatter) and pants that resemble capris, or new summer pajamas just about every day.
The other thing is the denial about diaper size. I just bought a box of Huggies 4s and thought WOW! You could have gone up a size two months ago. Is there such a thing as strangling your kid with diapers that are too small? If so, don't call DCFS. Everything is worked out here.
A few weeks ago we were driving down the street and stopped at a red light. While waiting for the light to turn green a big, bald, quite mean looking biker - complete with tank top, tatoos, dark sunglasses and a black bandana - on an enormous Harley pulled up next to us, getting ready to turn right. Luckily he didn't see my mirth, for in the basket on the back was his dog. Now, most of you know about my tiny toy poodle, who is more of a rat than a dog. Well, this big burly man had a teeny tiny dog in a basket behind him. I mean, the kind of dog Paris Hilton carries around in her purse. The kind of dog that makes a guy not want to date you, just because you like little prissy dogs. This dog was also wearing biker goggles on its head. I AM NOT KIDDING. It was so funny to me at the time that I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes. And, being the Curtis that I am, just talking about it makes me chuckle inside once again.
I will probably end up at the chiropractor for the first time next week. For the past week or so I've had a sharp pain in my left shoulder and I'm starting to get headaches more often that usual. When I pop my back I feel better so I guess that means it's a back problem. Make a note: getting old SUCKS. I don't recommend it. Anyway, I have visions of electric shock treatment and torture devices which involve huge rollers and hammers to pound me out. I feel like a five year old. "I don't WANT to!" If I actually get the guts to go, I will let you know how it turns out.
And a recent conversation with Wade:
Me: (in a growly, bossy voice) "WADE! MAKE ME A COOKIE!"
Wade: "NO!" (he super doesn't like to be bossed around)
Me: "Please?"
Wade: "NO!"
A couple of seconds go by while he thinks...
Wade: "Mom, can I make you a cookie?"
Other than that, the kids' summer so far has pretty much consisted of food, chores, food, friends, food, video games, food, sleep, and more food. Wash, rinse, repeat. Mine has been full of gratitude for the awesome weather that makes it so I don't have to pay for my grass to get watered and I don't have to run my swamp cooler 24/7 yet. We've also been re-finishing a desk and getting some of the clutter organized in the office so we can hopefully make it useable again. Once the desk is done I'll take some pictures for you.
I guess I'd better get back to my own crap so I can go out and enjoy some sunshine today. My white legs must think its still December.
LOVES! :)
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