Over the weekend we had some friends over for pizza and a game night. And by "game night" I mean we mostly yelled at our kids to keep it down while they were running around with each other upstairs like lunatics.
We were able to ignore them stampeding around like wild horses long enough to play one game, and I realized that after years of having to remind my kids "It's your turn" every single time play gets to them, I realized that other adults now have to do that to me.
Irony is a cruel master sometimes.
I didn't watch any of the Superbowl and actually, as I'm writing this, it occurs to me that I'm not entirely sure who even won, but I've seen a few of the commercials that aired during the Superbowl and they were... super weird.
Do you think any of the 2008 babies had a clue what they were singing about?
Stranger and strangest:
The only sense I could make out of this commercial is that maybe the world is running out of hashtags so they just had to smash some random nouns together and run with it.
I actually enjoyed the mega-long weekend we had due to some snow days earlier in the week (despite what this post might have to say about that.)
The first snow we got was 9¾" of wet, sticky snow that coated every branch of the trees and looked so pretty I almost crashed my car gawking.
|The snow was so heavy it was bending down some of the skinnier trees in our back yard. (See those fat shiny flakes falling in the picture?)|
|The view from our backyard looking up.|
The second snow was an entirely different kind: the powdery, dry stuff that parents like because it's easier to shovel but isn't quite as fun for kids.
A few years ago we got several feet of similar stuff in a blizzard and I convinced my son it would be fun if he let me pick him up and throw him in... however I didn't think through that it was so powdery it would end up exactly like this, but with crying:
It's now become his earliest childhood memory, one with which he'll be regaling his therapist as an adult for years, I'm sure.
Once school resumed again, one of our kids decided to amuse themselves while waiting for the bus.
I guess they're glad I'm not the kind of parent who waits at the bus stop with them... I wonder what other kinds of things they're doing out there that I don't know about?
Kids are weird. They're great, but they're also weird.
As I was doing the homework/dinner prep/crabby post-toddler-nap tango we do every afternoon, this exchange happened:
Son: Mom, there's something orange on my shirt and I don't know what it is.
Me: [looks up to see him licking his sleeve]
And then not 5 minutes later:
Daughter: This floor is REALLY dirty! (Said while lying on the dining room floor as if about to make a snow angel out of crumbs.)
And that concludes this week's installment of "Kids are Weird."
And lastly, this picture of a robot holding a light saber:
|Just look at those eyebrows without laughing, I dare you.|