Tales of Me and the Husband

Bridget’s favorite things, no. 3.

Husbands, boyfriends, ladies, sisters, friends, you get it… all the people-groups are covered… give this sexay dress to someone.  I think it’s sort of the perfect black dress.  It can be worn dressed down with some sweater tights, flat boots, and a pashmina.  Or dressed up with some big gold bangles, earrings, and suede gray heels.  You probably could’ve thought of all that yourself, but I just saved you a step.  It’s at Shop Ruche and it’s only $32.99.  Can’t beat that.
(They have an awesome black and white striped sweater dress too.  That’d be favorite thing 3.5.)

Bridget’s favorite things, no. 2.

Who knew charging your iphone/ipad/ipod could be so fun??  These things are made of cedar which, as you probably know, smells fabulous and they would look so cool on a countertop doing their job.  I love them.  The prices range from the $80s to $150s.  Check it out.

ummmmmm, have you seen this?

stop it, pickles. stop it right now.  
i was going to save this till tomorrow but i didn’t want to make you guys wait.
lovvvvesss it.
my measly felt ball creation is going to suck compared to this.  
whatever.  
when it comes around, pretend you didn’t see this one.

The State Bird.

L.’s recent school assignment on chickadees came home the other day.  
You’ll see the other names for a chickadee in the second picture.
I think the chickadee really got the shaft in the whole naming process.

Bridget’s favorite things, no. 1.

I want these babies in my house all year long, strung along the ceiling and draped down the corners of the wall, framing my favorite green velvet couch.  They are awesome, right?  And not just for Christmas.  Seriously.  All year long.  Kind of remind you of a piazza down a little alley in Tuscany where a violinist is playing Time to Say Goodbye and people are savoring their delicious bread and chilled white wine while these lights twinkle above them, right?  Anyway, they can be yours for $35 or $39 (depending on the size).  

Sound the trumpets!

Like I said, it’s like Oprah’s, just bigger and better.  
Every day from now to Christmas (or most every day), 
I’ll have something that I love and maybe you’ll love to.
Or something that I would love (hint, hint).
And maybe there’ll be a new Beetle or cruise for you at the end.
But probably not.
Let the games begin!

Reasons why I am a bad Mom. Or a normal Mom. You decide.

I can’t bring myself to laugh at most of what W. does.  Like just now he put a coat on L’s head and said, “Look!  Look Mom!  An eskimo!!”  Should I fake laugh?  I don’t know.  It certainly wasn’t funny.  I generally disagree with telling a kid they’re good at everything, they poop stars and rainbows, and that they can be an NBA star if they want it bad enough because, well, I don’t believe it’s true.  Being a comedian is not in his future.  Mark my words.

Steve and I sometimes refer to them as “those people.”  When they’re being particularly unruly.

Right now there is an insane amount of noise happening behind the chair I’m sitting in.  Insane any time but mostly insane for 7:45 am.  When is the bus coming???  Please.  Come.  And soon (when I blog, I think their volume automatically goes up.  Just like it does when I’m on the phone.)

I put sleep aids in their dinner.

Just kidding, totally just kidding.

Unless they are leaking green or yellow from all orifices, they go to school.  If it’s clear, school.  All but one orifice, school.

No, that’s a joke too.

When W. asked us, over and over last weekend, to play with him, I told him, “That is why your Dad had 4 of you.  So you would play with each other.”  (Side note: I did play a few rounds of Hangman, and Apples to Apples with him, so I am not entirely evil, but seriously, the boy does not self-entertain for very long.)

I really do love them, just so you know.  Sometimes I just can’t handle their morning-energy.  I like to ease into my morning with a cup of tea and a quiet 30 minutes.  They are ready and roaring to go.  Especially W.  Every single morning.  Maybe I am feeding him too healthy.

Any other bad Moms out there?  Give it up.  Tell me.
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