Just a few quick updates, since I haven’t had time to come in and ramble on about life in a while…
Not that I didn’t want to, and not that I didn’t come in here and actually start typing a few times. The problem was that it was usually in those dreamlike states that happens somewhere between 3am and the time the Climber scales the side of my bed. Apparently my creativity goes to sleep before I do.
So anyway…
We went crazy at the after-Halloween sale…
Costumes and accessories between a quarter and a couple of bucks resulted in the kids’ dress-up trunk overflowing with new goodies…and a lot of hilarious photos.
Poor little man was ashamed of Sister's fashion choices for him.
The only real trouble we ran into was when the Climber realized that he was “gasp” wearing a tutu in front of people.
He actually turned bright red and hid his little face in shame.
I wasn’t even aware a 2-year-old could be embarrassed.
The Diva is having a ball with all her new stuff.
She’s even dressed for a ball.
Look out Madonna!
And a rock show.
And the red carpet.
And probably even a questionable strip club…bad momma.
Good thing she's not older..I would have to burn this outfit...
But hey…the dress-up trunk is kick-ass…
He has more to choose from than just the tutu.
And even has a few boy-clothes now!
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The Climber has added a few new words and phrases to his vocabulary…
- “Bye-Bye” (must apparently be yelled for optimal effectiveness)
- “Nigh-Nigh” (also must be yelled)
- “Drink”
- “No”
- A variation of “Kitty”
- “Damn” (bad momma)
- “Awwww Man!” (every time something goes bump)
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The Diva is becoming more and more of a diva. She got pushed down at school the other day…hit something sharpish (a stick, we think), and got a small owie on her tummy. Nothing some Neo-Goop and a Pixar Band-Aid can’t fix, but the story was…
“Momma!! I got pushed today…PUSHED DOWN!! It was bad. And my friend had to rescue me…she SAVED ME! Because…because…I have a HOLE IN ME!!! A HOLE! You wanna see it?”
Her friend in this story is a fellow mom who works at the school, is an EMT, is one of the sweetest moms I know, and my daughter LOVES her. I have got to remember to send that girl something baked for Christmas.
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Speaking of Christmas…is it wrong that it’s mid-November and I’m already annoyed by the already constant attacks of cheery carols and Santa movies and cinnamon EVERYTHING?
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True story…the powers-that-be at the Wal-Mart we cannot live without has apparently decided that hiding automatic air-freshener puffers in the shelves is a bang-up idea. These same idiots stocked them all with Old-Lady-Cinnamon-Baked-Crap scent.
Even better? They chose the motion-sensing scent-puffers.
So, you’re walking along the aisles, minding your own business, and every fifteen feet or so you get sprayed in the face with a nose-clogging, headache inducing fog of Cinnamon-Apple flavored chemical warfare.
Twenty minutes in there and I had a migraine, the Guru’s mood had plummeted into Just-Woken-Grizzly mode, and we’d forgotten half of what we went in there for.
Did I mention that I am allergic to anything made by Air-Wick?
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On a better note, later that night the Guru and I (having cleared the headaches in the cold West Texas wind) indulged in a movie minus the munchkins.
No kids, no curfew, adults-only DATE NIGHT…what did we go see?
Puss in Boots, of course! In 3-D.
BTW…it is an awesome movie…if you get a chance to go watch it, GO!
Pen Happy Hippie 