My daughter really wanted me to take her to this indoor butterfly garden near us, so the two of us went as a special date.
I don't know if it was the color of my shirt or if I was just totally Zen that day, but butterflies landed on me not once, not twice, but 7 times. My daughter: none. I last went there a few years ago and it never happened to me then, either.
A really excitable Italian lady kept saying, "Ohhhhhh! Move a-this way! I take-a your picture!" and calling her family members over to see the butterflies on me.
Here's one on my back:
And one on my head:
|Don't worry, that vein on my forehead didn't explode. I don't know why it looks like that.|
And on my shoulder:
|Taken by the nice Italian lady.|
And on my hands:
|Contemplating singing to it, so it will come clean up my house with its forest friends.|
We have an unspoken understanding in our family that we do not buy snacks when we're out. If I happen to buy the kids a treat when we go to the grocery store they act like they've won the lottery (because they practically have.)
Sadly, a can of worms was opened at my oldest daughter's soccer game on Saturday when she forgot her water bottle and we bought her a Dasani at the concession stand on the field.
Then the baby lunged at it like he was dying of thirst so we had to buy one for him, too, and then the wheels in my other children's heads started turning as they realized the concession stand also had popsicles, and donuts, and Pop-Tarts, and candy bars...
I'm scared for the rest of this season, frankly.
My 3-year-old started a little rotating home preschool this week, and it was my week to host at my house. So of course I had to clean up the dump first.
Of course the kids (my eye is on the 3-year-old) had done me the courtesy of smearing lip gloss all over the bathroom the night before so it looked like someone had died in there.
Judging by the handles on the faucets, I'd say that the culprit was right-handed, which actually does rule out one person in the house, at least.
You know that saying, "a messy child is a happy child?" Well, we like to apply that to our van. And let me tell you, it is HAPPY.
I noticed the other day that my kids were drawing funny pictures on the dusty windows, but didn't get around to really looking at them until just now.
|One of the first things you'd learn if you lived in our house is that 'HP' stands for Harry Potter.|
|This evil-looking man is saying "MWAHAHAHA" and has no nose, meaning that he's probably Voldemort.|
|Not sure what to say about this guy. Snape, maybe? He had a mustache and goatee in the books.|
Whatever happened to writing plain old "Wash Me" on the back windshield?
This goes to show that you never know what you're going to find in the couch cushions.
If you dare to remove the cushions or stick your hand down between them, watch out. It's like a wormhole to an alternate universe. You could find anything in there.
I'm thinking I should make sure it's not becoming my preschooler's default place to store her half-eaten snacks, actually.
I'm beginning to realize that kids have literally no concept of time. My 9-year-old was telling the 3-year-old about Elvis Presley, and here was the conversation:
9-year-old: He was a famous singer, but he's not anymore.
3-year-old: Why not?
9-year-old: He lived a long time ago.
3-year-old: Like when the dinosaurs were alive?
She must think I'm a million years old. Also that snack time in 20 minutes is forever.
Lately I've been obsessed with spaghetti squash pizza. We got the idea from here, but you don't really need a recipe. It's pizza toppings on top of spaghetti squash halves.
I'm in love with it. I ate it for dinner last night, and was slightly hungry after putting the kids to bed so I thought, "I'll just take a few satisfying forkfuls of the leftovers." Three bites in I knew I was lying to myself and demolished the entire thing.
I regret nothing.
I've been having fun finding this and other recipes using the "search by ingredient" feature on Yummly. I affectionately refer to this feature as "okay, we are three days overdue for a trip to the store and all we have in the house is 2 potatoes, some macaroni noodles, and a bag of frozen peas... can we do something with that??"