Never a Good Sign

Bedtime at our house: usually, Aidan gets up 2-12 times to use the potty or plague me with random questions about birthday parties and fireworks, none of which I desire to answer. Evan's usual nightly routine is to shove a binky in his mouth and a hand down his pants and crash. Additional binky in the other hand optional, of course.

Tonight, I tucked the boys in quickly while I was in the middle of an audio conference class. A few minutes later, I hear their door shut and then the lock click. I knew it couldn't be good, and sure enough I picked the lock and flung open the door to find Evan, out of his crib and naked from the waist down, prancing around the room in the dark. I could've gotten mad, but I didn't. I'm still kind of chuckling an hour later. This is one of those random things I hope I never forget. I knew I started this blog for a reason.

Life is Good

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Do you see a pattern?

Wonder where he got that from?

After dinner, Aidan called us into his room excitedly. He wanted to show us that he picked his room up all by himself. Walking in, the floor looked clear, and I was impressed. Then...I checked the closet. Then...I got the camera and told a little white lie. "Why don't you stand in front of your hard work so that Mommy can take a picture for Grandma?"



I wasn't fast enough to catch it on film, but poor Evan was also buried in the blankets. You know you did a good job cleaning up when you even put your little brother away!

You're in the wrong state, Buddy...

The almost four year old has a wide array of bedtime avoidance tactics. He needs water, he needs to go to the bathroom, he wants to know if it's time for his birthday party yet, etc. Last night, he really outdid himself.

Me, checking on the boys after tucking them in: What's wrong?

Aidan, sitting up in bed: I'm just mad.

Me, anticipating a battle over school the next morning: What's wrong, buddy?

Aidan, exasperated: I just don't like volcanoes.

Somehow, I managed to stifle my hysterical laughter until I hit the hallway.

The Other White Meat

While putting groceries away this morning, I noticed something funny in the boys' play kitchen:

In other family news, Baby #3 has been postponed indefinitely.

urbandictionary.com name definition

Because I don't want anyone on Facebook to know just how often I say "jeaa."

• Robin is the coolest guy to ever exist on this planet. He is mad chill to hang out with. He will open a can of whoop ass on neone for you. He is loyal and loves his friends. He can make a tree smile. He is goodlooking but never brags and is so humble. Robin is the most awesomest guy ever. If u don't know him than thats very sad for you. He has a heart the size of a narwhal. He loves scrubs. He can make you smile despite crappy circumstances. He's crazy with the rhymes. He's the world's greatest. And i'm so lucky to have ever met him.
• good looking guy, likes long walks on the beach, tends to say jeaa, watches a billion movies, and lure women to his bed,
• Batman's bitch
• A nickname for an exceptionally hairy person, usually a guy. As in Robin Williams.
• Robin is an environmentalist.

Jeaa, baby!

PS: Thanks Mom. As if giving me a boy name wasn't bad enough, I'm also a lame sidekick who laid an egg.

PPS: Who's "neone?"

Ladies, It's All About the Accessories

Sometimes...



your jammies just need a little flair.

Things I'm Tired of Saying This Week

1) "Use an inside voice."

2) "Chuggachuggachuggachugga...Choo! Choo!"

3) "Keep your hands and feet to yourself at the table."

4) "It's an apatosaurus. No, brachiosaurus. Diplodocus? Check your book."

5) "For the love of all that is Holy, USE AN INSIDE VOICE!!" (keyboard yelling indicates actual yelling)

That is all.

Arctic Desert

As if sub zero weather wasn't enjoyable enough, we also have the pleasure of ridiculously low humidity here in interior Alaska. Humidity so low, our snow doesn't pack well enough to make a snowball, much less a snowman. So low, that even petting the cat can produce blue shocks of static electricity. The worst victim of the perpetual dryness is our skin. I just noticed this morning my littlest guy Evan (who will be two in two weeks, sniff!), has dry skin patches on his right arm that have graduated from scaly to red and inflamed. I've been putting a generic Eucerin-type lotion on him regularly, but I guess it's not doing the trick anymore. Maybe I'll have to consider just dipping the poor kid in olive oil.