I get a few daily deal type e-newsletters, which I usually delete unread because they're for things I'm totally not interested in. However, this one really caught my eye because it was titled "Jam Out to Dolly Parton, Gwen Stefani & More."
Now those are two pretty diverse styles of music. Are Gwen and Dolly touring together? Performing back-to-back in some bizarrely-themed music festival? What was their target audience here?
I was a little disappointed when I opened the email and saw the tickets were for two separate concerts on two separate dates. Because that could've been interesting.
In a brief ceremony in church on Sunday, we had our baby boy blessed (in our religion, kids can be baptized when they're older). Tell me the little outfit he wore isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen. You can't.
|Fake 3-piece suit that is actually all one piece and buttons up the back.|
Its cuteness is only rivaled by my terror of an explosive diaper blowout while he's wearing it. Because we borrowed the outfit from a friend.
Of course by now you've heard about the gorilla/toddler incident from a few weeks ago at the Cincinnati Zoo. It's caused quite the ongoing stir on the Interwebs. Phillip came home talking about it and then asked, "It's on YouTube, do you want to see it?"
No, I do not. Do. Not.
I regularly interrupt movies to ask, "Does a kid get hurt in this?" If the answer is yes, I immediately stuff socks in my ears and leave the room yelling, "Lalalalala!"
That's actually most of the reason I don't keep up with the news. I can't take one more thing keeping me up at night. (I know the boy is fine, I just don't want the visual, thank you very much.)
Meanwhile, at the grocery store, I keep running into the strangest things.
|This delicious vegan snack also offers excellent protection against the undead!|
I think this is just tricky marketing designed to make me pick up the container to figure out why it's called "Vampire Killer" and then hey, while it's already in my hand I might as well toss it in the cart!
Nice try, Brad. Nice try.
And then someone strategically placed one of these candy bars here specifically waiting for my child to come through the check-out. How did they know??
|Not to call you out or anything, but...|
My son had a cub scout event where every family brought a cake decorated to symbolize part of the scout law.
Our attribute was "cheerful," so he and my husband whipped up this little beauty:
|We're totally thinking about opening up a bakery now.|
Our cake took home the "most gluten-free" award. We're very proud... that they could think of something nice to say about it at all.
In a moment of extreme panic, I realized this week that Phillip changing jobs meant changing health insurance, and our pediatrician might not be in our new network.
I practically went into premature mourning for our pediatrician. I love our pediatrician. She knows and remembers what's going on with each of the kids. If we visit a specialist, she calls me at home that night to ask how it went instead of waiting for their office to fax her the results. She's amazing.
Luckily, she's in our new network so I didn't have to keep breathing into a paper bag. (I kept the paper bag handy, though, because 6 kids.)
Lastly, an update on how things are going with the baby, in the form of a text exchange with my husband: