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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.
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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.
So...
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
22 comments:
I'm sort of impressed and terrified that your daughter was assigned Libya for a school project. Iran and North Korea were already taken??
I liked your Hallmark collection line.:)
We've got birthdays back-to-back in December r;ight between Thanksgiving and Christmas so I can feel your pain.
You seriously need to do stand up. You are hysterically funny.
I. Love. This. Post. Every moment of it. And can I just "ditto" the comments ahead of me?????
You ar totally cracking me up this morning. Props to the kiddo who used those pencils!
Oh my goodness, when I was young I totally was that way with pencils! (Use it till it's a tiny nub that you can't sharpen anymore) I don't really use pencils anymore ever, though. That tarantula is creepy, and oh my goodness, I think you're courageous for letting that thing in the house!
Haha, I totally approve of setting the school project on fire. Seriously, what else are people supposed to do with all of those projects from school-let them collect dust for ten years? When one of my friends finished getting her Masters in Public Health last December, she threw a party, made a small bonfire, and distributed her old notes, tests, and handouts to everyone present to throw in the fire. It was pretty glorious :)
Oh-and your OB is fantastic, and I really appreciate his humor :D
Oh, those pencils. THOSE PENCILS.
I couldn't handle having birthday season during the holidays. I would lie to the kids about their real birthdays and not even feel bad about it.
I think she was given a continent and then allowed to choose within that continent. She had a reason for choosing Libya but I forget what that was, I'll have to ask her (they have a super-catchy national anthem, BTW.)
Is it wrong that I've rarely been so proud before?
That would be an awesome bonfire. Really, you have so many papers and notes that you don't need anymore when it's all said and done. Burning them is the only logical thing to do at the end.
Pinned the card idea for next year! Or the next birthday...does it work to say, "Wishing Yoda Best Birthday?" I think so. :)
That's the idea!
You are an expert of laughing when you could cry! Well done!
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I'm going to have nightmares of that spider. I don't know how you can sleep with that thing in the house, real or not. I would've added it to the Libya bonfire ;)
It must have been an OB/Gyn kind of week...I mentioned my gyno in my post! :)
I can't believe you guys actually set it on fire! I'm over here shaking with laughter and crying. My son kept asking "What's wrong Mommy?" The teacher in me is a appalled but the parent in me is shouting "right on!"
Totally, stealing the Yoda best dad for next year.
Burning the school project is just classic. What's with men and their irrational comments?! They definitely like to live dangerously. Glad your checkup went well otherwise! :)
Perhaps you should explain to your hubby the difference between urgent/not-important and important/not-urgent. Most stuff that is urgent pretends it's important but it's not important the way maintaining your sanity, creativity, soul and joy of living is important. Sometimes grouting a 2 year old project has to be done no matter what the to-do list has on it. :o)
Oh gosh, did that even make sense? I think I better go and make a second morning coffee.
That was so beautifully put! I usually just say something like, "Yes, I'm crazy but I need to do this anyway." You are definitely a crafter to be able to put that into words so well.
It definitely evokes some strong emotions. I think burning a stressful project is cathartic somehow.
Last night I stepped outside to a giant tarantula hanging out in my yard shoes. I kind of would have liked to sic a giant remote controlled toy on that thing. Have that sucker!
Enjoy your break. We will miss you :)
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