Monday, May 25, 2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009


Not my finest Mommy-hour today. There were a couple slammed doors, some yelling, tears, silent treatment, and glares. And I must claim responsibility for some of each of those. There were also hugs, apologies, conversation, and cuddles. And I can claim responsibility for some of each of those, as well. It is my hope that the good balances out the bad, understanding and grace will come easier next time, and memories of this year won't all be heavy.

To be fair, we had a lovely day at the coast today, and I believe that exhaustion played a large part in the dissolution of our evening.

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Friday, May 22, 2009

I just got off the phone with my mom, she was wondering if we were coming over for dinner tonight. While the wine she offered sounded great, I'm thinking we probably won't.




We're busy at the Spa A'la Boy Child.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Sentence of the Day

George: "Go to airplane, go get Daddy, come back . Ok, Mommy?"


Daddy Doll courtesy of Operation Give a Hug

I put the kids (and myself) to bed an hour earlier than usual last night. I'm fairly sure we were all unconscious within seconds. Jason is already at work today, fighting to stay awake through his shift that ends at 1am.

Don't feel too bad for him, he says he had shrimp alfredo and steak for dinner. Poor guy. I need to find myself an army chow hall!

Monday, May 11, 2009



And the countdown begins. 365 days to go....

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Thank you, and good night!

I'm sure I don't deserve it, but thank you for your vote: CNNBC video

Happy Mother's Day, to all the moms out there.
Mine especially (who apparently survived life with a very grumpy little girl), Beth for the intense lobbying & vote gathering, and the moms I've gotten to know in this crazy virtual world. You all help me hold it together and make me laugh when I need it. Enjoy your day!

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Saturday, May 02, 2009

What happens when the boys go shopping....

They find a deal on wrenches....


And a little boy for sale!


Now my little guy has his own set and will (hopefully) stop raiding his daddy's tool box. Because boys always stop raiding their daddys' tool boxes once they have their own, right?