I passed my 6-week postpartum checkup with flying colors, and let me tell you there's not much funnier than a gynecologist with a sense of humor:
I wish the picture had come out clearer, but the left stirrup says "I hate" and the right one says "this part."
Do I need to make a joke about that, or are we good? Good? Okay.
When I came home and Phillip asked how the appointment went, I mentioned the number the scale said when I stood on it and he asked with a straight face, "Pounds or tons?"
He's obviously the kind of man who likes to live dangerously.
My daughter finished a stressful project at school where every student was assigned to put together a presentation on a different country.
After it was all over, though, we weren't sure what to do with a 3'x4' tri-fold poster board full of information about Libya.
|Goodbye, piece of cardboard that costs more than any piece of cardboard has a right to.|
My daughter seemed excited, but I still wasn't sure how she felt about seeing her hard work literally going up in flames. So I asked her and she answered, "While I was making it I wanted to tear it into pieces and burn it most of the time, so it was fine."
Dreams do come true at the Evans household, people.
Another thing we're extremely excited about is the end of birthday season! In our house we have 4 birthdays within 18 days of each other, and we just threw the last party.
It basically feels like December in terms of stress, planning, and quantity of desserts consumed.
For his birthday my son got some pretty cool gifts, including a remote control tarantula that no one would admit to being too freaked out to pick up and turn off at first (but we all totally were.)
I'm guessing it came from the "Things Your Mom Will Love to Find Under the Couch While Vacuuming" collection at the Hallmark Store.
My son wasted no time learning to use it for evil instead of good, because I woke up the next morning to break up a fight over him driving it at his sister over the breakfast table.
It's been another whopper of a super-stressful week for us (I'm beginning to think that they don't make any other kind anymore,) and when Phillip came home from work he found me in the basement putting grout on some mosaic stepping stones I'd started two years ago.
Since they'd been sitting there half-finished and untouched for years, and I was doing that instead of the 7 or 8 pressing and urgent tasks that actually needed to be done at the moment, I can totally see why he was a little confused to see me working on them.
I know because he suggested (in a very loving tone) that some vital neuropathway in my brain might be missing.
I'm willing to admit the possibility.
How was Father's Day in your house? It was a fun time here and we always enjoy seeing what the kids come up with to make for Phillip.
The winner this year (am I allowed to say there are winners?) was this painting:
|Seeing Yoda in a much cooler way now.|
If you don't get it, just read it out loud. Feel free to copy for next year.
Finally! We are done with school, which means that the kids bring home about 3.7 tons of stuff that they claim somehow fit inside their desks during the school year.
Usually everything they bring home is pretty beat-up and threadbare, so I wanted to know why my daughter came home with a full pack of unsharpened pencils from the school supplies I'd bought her in August.
Then she showed me this.
|Waste not, want not. The pencil edition.|
As a person who loves saying "Use it up, wear it out, make do or do without," this is really quite beautiful.