Meme

maybe i should get my shoes on since baseball practice is in 30 minutes.
i love the smell of clean laundry and Coach. Or Coach in clean laundry.
people would say that i’m completely over the top. Too much. Funnyish.
i don’t understand why Socially Retarded Mom gets to me.
when i wake up in the morning my old lady feet hurt and I chug a Diet Whateverwasonsale.
i lost my willpower to apply more than minimal makeup on my non-work days.
life is like a box of chocolate. Often rich. Often cheap and yucky.
my past made me who I am today. Duh.
i get annoyed when I have to talk to Socially Retarded Mom. But since I literally told her yesterday to "Screw Off!" I think I am all set with not having to talk to her.
parties are not a good time to try out a new recipe. Or hairstyle.
dogs kick arse. Retrievers and labs especially.
cats are overgrown bathroom rugs with legs.
tomorrow is Tea with Mommy at Jack's preschool.
i have low tolerance for idiots. And Gamecocks. Oh, same thing. Sorry for being redundant.
i’m totally terrified of needles. Medical anything. Which is super helpful for 2 c-sections.
i wonder why I thought my life would be really easy.
never in my life have i done drugs. Or colored my hair. Or eaten a peach.
high school was super fun. Super easy. Super great clothes.
when i’m nervous I get really quiet. And vomit profusely.
one time at a family gathering...
take my advice: puting your minis to bed earlier makes them sleep later it the long run.
making my bed is easy since I never sleep in it. When Coach is out of town (always) I sleep on the couch downstairs.
i'm almost always drinking something and talking on the phone.
i’m addicted to caffeine and a ponytail. And my labelmaker.
i want someone to fix the screen on my screened in porch. Pretty please?

Roll Call. Gamecocks Need Not Apply.

Want to be cool like me? Order this shirt from the bestest little shop in Clemson.

Clemson roll call, please.

Year of graduation, Greek affiliation, major.

I'll start:

'98 (should've been '97 but I interned at Disney 84,000 times. Yes I can still do the Snow White wave.)

Kappa Alpha Theta (legacy, duh)
Marketing, BS. That's Bachelor of Science, not Bullshank.

Now you go. In the comments.

Note to Pants Man

This afternoon after taking Miss Newlywed back to the airport, Coach, the minis and I went to the local Taste. You know, where all the restaurants have booths and you can eat a bunch of deliciousness for $3 a pop. Coach got hit on about 84,000 times whilst I navigated the minis through the crowds while getting drizzled on. What-ever with his 40 year old self. These 20 somethings are starting to piss me off. Plus, they don't even know he gets paid in sneakers and sunflowers seeds and is on the road 250 days a year. If it wasn't for me and my dedication to this family and organizational skills, that man would be naked in a tree eating berries. They just all shake themselves at him while he smiles at me and tries not to laugh at my annoyance. Ain't nobody shaking themselves at me today. What-ever (please don't forget the Valley Girl accent and head tilt on this word. Ever.)

So there was the guy at the Taste who was best guess, late 20s. Good body, not outstanding. Recent haircut, little sun on the face, hot looking guy. Save for the fact that the dude was wearing RED Nautica chinos. Seriously? I assume he's a University of Georgia alum, thus owns the red pants. (I guess if he's a Georgia Dawg, that makes him "hawt", not hot?!) In any case, this was notsomuch a Georgia football game, so he just kind of well, looked retarded. Maybe I am just out of the loop. I love me some orange overalls on a guy at a Clemson game. I love me some orange shorts and a white long sleeve polo at a Clemson game. So by default, I guess I'd love me some red pants on a guy at a Georgia game. But perhaps not while on the Square eating sausage and peppers and cheesecake on a stick?

(BTW, if this was your husband or boyfriend, give him a head's up. He's made the blog.)

Sisters Before Misters

One of my sorority sisters is here visiting from DC and she's getting a dose of life with the minis. Being a newlywed, we may have served as more of a 3 day birth control seminar for her!

In any case, we were talking about life "back in the day" and the question came up about whether she ever thought about any old boyfriends or crushes and the whole "what if" scenario.
She said that,

"Yeah. There used to be this guy that I always wondered about. Then one day I was at the mall looking for some things for my trip to Hawaii that my (now husband) was taking me on. The old boyfriend was working at the Sunglass Hut. So that was pretty much the end of that."

Well, I suppose so.

Stimulate This

Are you feeling it? The economic pinch is a bitch. I gas up the monogrammed minivan and PIMMAL. When my parents lived overseas I'd complain to them (via some expensive arse international long distance) about the price of petrol at the (full-service!) station in Clemson going over a dollar a gallon. My Mother would laugh and say, "I just spent $5/gallon at the Esso in Waterloo. Get over it." I'd of course rationalize that by saying, well, you're in Belgium that will never happen in the good old US of A.

Damn that Karma again.

What used to be a bit of a game with what many people call "saving money" at the grocery store (which is really bullshank because I am not saving it, I am just spending less or getting more for the same amount) is now becoming a necessity for even the not strapped family. I had to get grapes for Ryan's class and they were about $84,000! Seriously. Don't even get me started on the price of Tampons. Beer, surprisingly, has stayed low. Self-medicate that pain girls.

I predict an increase in the number of late winter babies. No one is going to have any money this Summer to go anywhere, do anything or pay for birth control. Every one's just going to stay home and fornicate. Ergo, mucho mas bebes in Enero y Febrero. (no idea what I am channeling Spanish, just that kind of a day) Coach and I promise to do our part. Without the baby result. Thankyouverymuch.

So, regardless of your political persuasion (BTW, the constitution was written to limit the role of government, just so you're clear on that), many of us are anticipating stimulus checks in the coming weeks. (Did you know you can go to www.irs.gov to determine exactly what you're getting and when you're getting it? You'll need your ss# and a copy of your returns from 07. If you did this last week, do it again, the calculations have changed to your benefit.) Economic stimulus; How about survival money? How about Kroger cash? How about get Visa off your arse money? Whatever. every little bit helps, regardless of the form in which manifests itself.

So today, I say sack up. Gas up. Grocery up. Try not to lose your mind. It could be worse.

Right?!

Talking Like a Truck Driver

I have a new expression. It's not very ladylike. But then again, being well behaved was never one of my strong suits in the linguists department. I am trying not to say it out loud, and more just think it. But the more I think it, the more I want to say it.

It means, put on your big girl panties. Be a grownup. Bring it. Game on. Stop with the excuses. Just do it. It's a bit vulgar. It's really, really effective.
It's:







Sack up.

Tagged

Alright, alright. I know I got tagged like 84,000 hours ago. I've been busy.

5 Random Things About Me

1. I am the PTA President. I'd do anything for my children's' schools. I do not, however have intentions of EVER volunteering in the classroom. Unless absolutely necessary. It makes me jumpy and stabby and rude(er).

2. I dated Coach for several months before I let him kiss me. I literally would close the door in his face when he tried to kiss me goodnight. Now, I can't get him to kiss me enough. I believe, gentle readers, that's called Karma. Crap.

3. When I was younger I would holler to my little brother to come down quickly to whatever room I was in. When he came bounding down, expecting an emergency, I'd say "Hand me the remote." I also hit him in the head with a metal Cubs trash can once. Hmmm. He makes 84,000 million dollars and leads a glam life. Karma, again?

4. I call my Mother every morning. She usually answers.

5. I love all things sour. Worcestershire, vinegar, pickles, etc.

Tagging FishyBusyness, Hello Darling (although I think she's mad at me...?), Friede Family Frenzy and Tarnished Tiara. Get busy.

What's Your Excuse?

Went to a sales meeting today which was lead by a former Gamecock football player. (makes me PIMMAL) I am going to forgive him that one serious lapse in judgement because he was a pretty good speaker otherwise. One of the things that he talked about, which I think relates to all areas of life is overcoming what we call in real estate, objections. Objections are like obstacles to accomplishing a goal. In selling a home, an obstacle might be too much wallpaper or that the house is on a busy street. The wallpaper is an obstacle you can remove, albeit literally. The location? You can't change that.

In any case, he was talking about agents who have been highly successful in areas with many obtacles, i.e. small towns, low resale, etc. His tag line during this part of the presentation was, "What's Your Excuse?" Meaning, why aren't you more successful, a better parent, happier, wealthier, more fulfilled. What's your excuse for not being the most outstanding version of yourself? What's your excuse for not being the fittest, healthiest, most enjoyable you? I thought that was a pretty good question that translates into a lot of areas.

There are a million excuses. Most of them are universal. Time, money, children, life season. Laziness, co-dependancy, lack of motivation. Inconsistency, absence of knowledge, fear of failure.

It got me thinking. And in turn, maybe it'll get you thinking too.

What's your excuse?

'Cause Coach is Home

I am going to steal this meme from Jen on the Edge. Don't want to spend my Sunday posting when I could be enjoying him being home!

Where is your cell phone? Right beside me. Never leave it anywhere.
Your significant other? Outside playing soccer with the minis.
Your hair? Hair Cycle Day 2. Ponytail as I am typing, down before and after that.
Your mother? At Mass in Chicago
Your father? Ditto.
Your favorite thing? Tough call. Starbucks or Clemson.
Your dream last night? Not even close to PG enough for this blog.
Your favorite drink? Venti Extra Hot Skim Chai
Your dream/goal? Not owing anyone any money.
The room you’re in? The master bedroom. Where the magic happens.
Your ex? Ex what? My ex-small arse? I guess I left that in college.
Your fear? Moving to a town without a Super Target in driving distance.
Where do you want to be in 6 years? I plead the 5th. Coach's wives just can't say.
Where were you last night? Oooh!! At KatyShops house with Stella. Ate 84,000 pounds of Texas cavier and 84,001 Twizzlers!
What you’re not? Subtle.
Muffins? Muffin Top. Sue me.
One of your wish list items? The new pink Under Armour trainers that arrive 5.3.08
Where you grew up? Midwest.
The last thing you did? Drank a DietWhateverwasonsale.
What are you wearing? Black modal rayon pants (freaking duh), sea blue tee from Ryan's school, white cami, pink Shox.
Your TV? Not in the bedroom. Remember? That's where the magic happens?
Your pets? Hell to the no.
Your computer? Ah. Yes. A PC. Monitor is, ahem, a bit bulky.
Your life? A roller coaster.
Your mood? Manic.
Missing someone? Yes. FishyBusyness and Skinny.
Your car? Monogrammed minivan. '07 Chrysler Town and Country.
Something you’re not wearing? Lip gloss.
Favorite store? Hmmmm. SuperT?
Your summer? Wicked hot. Wicked fun.
Like someone? Myself
Your favorite color? Clemson Orange. Triple Duh!
When is the last time you laughed? About 3 minutes ago.
Last time you cried?Um. Like 4 minutes ago. Manic, remember?
Who will repost this? FishyBusyness and FromRussiaWithLove.

What was THAT?

The 7 year old third baseman on the opposing team burped so loud that the pitcher asked,

"Who stepped on a DUCK?"

Things

From Russia with Love left me a VM today wondering if I was OK. I haven't really posted anything of value lately and I'm blaming it on General Krotendorffer and his overly long stay this month. Medically one might call it anemia, but hey I'm just saying. I even fell asleep on the couch at 6:30 for a few minutes tonight. Coach was not pleased to come home to eggplant parm still in the oven. And no salad. Someone (Clemsongirl) ate it all for lunch. Sue me.

Houses are selling and the market is picking up. It's unlikely that things will be back to "normal" anytime in the foreseeable future, but with FHA loans and down payment assistance programs on the rise, the new "normal" may not be all bad. I listed another house today in a great country club neighborhood that I am very excited about. Of course, my positive thoughts are focused on a house I have listed that belongs to one of my college roommates and her husband. I gave them a commission discount, seeing that she has seen me really, really drunk and all. hee hee hee

I officially was elected PTA President today for the 08-09 school year, so that's a plus. Luckily for our family, Ryan's current teacher is going to be moving down to Kindergarten and then looping back up to 1st grade, so I have respectfully requested (demanded) her for Jack for the next 2 years. I can't believe my baby is going to Kindergarten in the fall. Seems like I just wiped his hiney. Oh, wait. I did just wipe his hiney. Like, 5 minutes ago.

So that's all I know tonight. I've somewhat regrouped the downstairs from the chaos and am in the process of tackling the upstairs. I am so excited because one of my sorority sisters in coming next weekend, and I want to pamper her. She is a newlywed and is being worked to death by her bosses. I fully intend to cater to her every need and wish. As long as that doesn't involve me getting my arse off the couch. Just teasing. I plan on cooking her yummy sweet things not letting her eat any vegetables at all. She would also probably appreciate it if I removed the Hot Wheels racetracks from her sleeping area. But that'll be a last minute thing. Can't be messing with the minis toys a week in advance.

Friday night after Ryan's baseball game (his Little League coach had such a holy fit on Wednesday that he got thrown out of the game...super, super classy. And grown-up. And not redneck at all. Or compensating for a small penis. Idiot. Meh.) I am going to get a good night sleep for the 2 games on Saturday. Yeah. 'Cause that's how I roll.

Peace out.

Good, Bad and Ugly

I am pleased to report that I have been cleaning the Casa de Chaos.

I am slightly embarrassed to report that I tripped carrying the vacuum up the stairs and busted my chin on the step.

I am delighted to inform you that it did not leave a mark. Yet.

Woe is Me

I am suffering, and I mean suffering tonight from a major (please use Posh Beckham's pronunciation here; "maj=ah") leg cramp. I have a history of getting them, and yes, I know what causes them. Dehydration, low potassium, crossing your legs at the knee...Look, I don't take care of myself. It has to change. I'll add it to the list.

It hurts like a mother. Heating pad is helping minimally and I know it's going to wake me up 84,000 times tonight. Coach and I were up both working (yes, really working you filthy, filthy thinkers) until almost 2 last night, so we're operating on about 1/2 our cylinders already. Super. It's 10:24 and he is working on a scouting report and I am watching a rerun of Jon and Kate Plus 8 and alternately moaning and whining about my calf issue. He is alternately ignoring me and the show.

That's all I've got tonight. You should see me. I've got a touch of sun poisoning on my chest which is super hot looking. I've got this morning's mascara under my eyes and last week's beach combed pedicure looking a little iffy.

What about you?

11:42 pm

Done.

Katie's Former Fashion Issues and My Father's Tattoo

I have 11 sections left of my coursework and am dying of boredom. Seriously? Mortgages and HELOCS are so friggin B-O-R-I-N-G I can't even stand it. Plus, I have the whole "math retardness" which is notsomuch helpful. Taking a quick break before I dive back into complete it. Holy shi-ot that's $165 worth of boringness.

From Russia With Love commented that she doesn't know what "trainers" are. They are athletic shoes/running shoes/cross trainers/sneakers. She also had a propensity to wear mom jeans and white sneakers before I kicked her arse into not doing that anymore. Hey, at least she doesn't wear skorts...oh, boy... does she? Looks like this (Clemson)girl needs to call her and be certain. I did once see a pair of pleated khakis in her closet...hmmmm. hee hee hee I see revenge coming for me. Good thing I am wearing my "trainers" so I can run away. OK, in full disclosure, walk briskly.

Ryan saw a sign over our vaca that gave him a serious case of the giggles. I can't tell you what amazed me more, how true the statement was on the sign, or that my 7 year old knew it to be both true and hilarious. It said, "Life is tough. Life is tougher when you're stupid." I believe it's a quotation from John Wayne. If my Father (using my discretionary capitalization) ever got a tattoo, it would be that. Or the Sigma Chi crest. Or a photo of me on his ankle. I'm just saying.

528 Miles and 5 Starbucks later...

We are back in Atlanta. Stopped at one last Starbucks by my house and snatched the Sunday early edition of the paper as I feel slightly retarded after a week of mini-papers at the beach. I have to say, the minis are so freaking amazing in the minivan on road trips I can't believe it. Monogrammed minivan is unloaded and ready for a good vacuum Sunday morning and a grocery run to SuperTarget. Minis are in bed. Mama is almost in a bubble bath. A lemon verbena one I think.

Coach is out of town, so we came home to an empty Casa de Chaos. I saw a note on the kitchen counter when I walked in and immediately thought, "How sweet. Coach left me a note." A note indeed. It said, "Dishes in Dishwasher are Dirty." Awwww, I love you too honey! hee hee

Oh, and by the way, for all 84,000 hours of the trip home, almost every car around me had Cobb County Georgia plates. So if you were one of them, sorry for the lack of cuteness. A ponytail and mascara was all I could muster this morning before bidding Adios to the Casa del Mar. I did however, have on some really cute trainers!

Well, here's the thing

I found these great Gilligan and O'Malley sleep pants and Bermuda sleep shorts at Target. They have a drawstring waist and are a cotton/modal blend. They run either $9 or $12, depending on the length and they come in a bunch of colors. They are in the pj section and super comfy for lounging and/or grocery getting. Anyhoo, they must be pretty popular in black, (my color of choice obvi) because the Mediums have been few and far between. I've looked at half a dozen Targets between Atlanta and the Gulf of Mexico.

I went to a Target yesterday near the beach and found a rack of them, all black. There was a 40ish lady next to me, also looking through said cute lounging shorts. She picked up the only pair of size Mediums and held them up to herself. I told her they looked a bit big for her, which may or may not have been true, but it was the only pair in my size. In any case she launches into this sob story which begins with;

"You see, the thing is, I am having knee surgery tomorrow. My husband left me a few months ago and I don't have anyone to take care of me. I need the short length to accommodate the knee brace... blah, blah, blah."

Of course, I felt obligated to let her have the only pair of mediums. I wished her luck and told her the mediums were probably the right size for her indeed. She limped away toward the registers with her (my) shorts and some Aleve and I searched in vain for another pair that might be hiding on another rack. No luck.

Later in the day, the minis and I drove by another Target so of course I pulled in to look for the sleep shorts. Found the rack and there were a couple of 20ish girls looking at them. Of course there was one pair of mediums which they were debating. And so I said with as straight of a face as I could muster;

"Here's the thing, I am having knee surgery tomorrow..."

Random

I am so in vaca mode, please don't expect a proper post. I even have the tiniest bit of pink on my nose and shoulders, which is inexplicable with SPF 50. The minis also have a bit of "beach glow", but that may be a result of the box of Berry Capt'n Crunch they've been eating as I refuse to cook. No word of a lie, I have used the microwave nominally and reservations excessively.

Went this morning for breakfast at a little deli called Lox n Egg, where I am convinced we were the only patrons who believe that Jesus is the Son of God. Who cares? My bagel and lox was delish and Ryan gobbled up a "Glorious Morning" muffin with friggin' figs and walnuts and was insistent that they were chocolate chips and peanuts. My little vegetarian Jack had a bagel and plain cream cheese which he declared, "Only slightly yummy." Oy Vey.

Spent too many hours at the pool and then headed north to the outlet mall. Jack and Ryan scored new undies, boxers, pjs, shirts, pants and socks. Mommy scored...a Venti Skim Iced Chai Latte from Starbucks and the ability to do laundry less frequently. So it was a win-win, yes? I did put a couple of things on hold at J Crew, but then forgot to go back to get them. Jack warmed up to me in my shorts (totally repeated the ones from last night) and said that it was OK that I wore them, since we didn't know anyone in Florida.

Planning on taking them to see a movie tomorrow at the shopping center which boasts a Steve and Barry's. As the H&M in Atlanta seems to be permanently "Coming Soon", this will have to soothe my need for cute, cheap clothing that does not come from SuperTarget. (Side note: the local Target totally has cuter swim suits than in GA. Picked up a new tankini top for $4.48 today! Which I paid for with a $5 GC from last week's Pantene fandango, but I digress.) Fully intend to wear it to the beach in the morning and remain as relaxed as possible on the final day of the vaca. Most likely heading back on Saturday morning...(unless the gay photographer who lives next door changes his tune and sweeps me off my feet and up to Manhattan to meet all the celeb chefs he works with and support me as a lady of leisure).

Off to bed. The big ass King size one with the 84,000 thread count sheets. Ryan asked me today, "Why is everything is nicer at the beach house?"

Why, indeed.

I'm a Barbie Girl, In a Barbie World

Sippycups is too funny today. Check this out, and raise your hand if you own the first Barbie.

Son of a...

Jack: "Mama! What happened to your pants?"

Me: "Nothing, what do you mean?"

Jack: " They are all shorter and someone sewed them in half! Your legs are showing! Who did that?"

Me: "What?! Oh, no baby, I bought these this way. They are shorts. They're called Bermudas and they are supposed to be longer than your shorts."

Jack: "I don't know about that. You look weird. I can see your kneecaps. You should change."

Me: "Well, I am not changing. They are fine Jack."

Jack: "Mama? You have a big bootie."

And we've come full circle to the reason I don't wear shorts. Damn.

My Eyes are Burning

Contrary to what you might think, the beach is actually a great place to go if you're having some self-doubt. Thinking that your thighs are too big, or your arse is to wide, or you have stretch marks? Head to the beach. You'll leave feeling freaking fantabulous.

Here's why. Yes, there is always going to be that gaggle of teenage/college girls there whom have bodies the likes of which you swear you never did. (And except for one fleeting semester when I decided to fore go class for running, neither did I.) But, just on the other side of that gaggle, is the jackpot. No matter what beach you're at. I promise.

Aye. That bunch of women who have cleary underestimated their level of fatness. (I have no idea why, but often this group is from Saginaw. Or Hobeken.) The tankini that is all forgiving (mostly) never made it into thier buggy at Target. Instead, they've clung to the standard bikini, which is causing a sight so frightful, even my children have gone blind. Cover that shi-ot UP. Really. I am all for being relaxed on vaca, but Dear God you're killing me. Also? A pedicure and some lip gloss would go a long, long way in distracting from the yuck. So would some over sized Nicole Richie-esc sunglasses.

Don't get me wrong. I am awful looking in a bathing suit. However, I balanced that with a cute tankini, self tanner, fixed my ponytail, used waterproof mascara and earrings. I have polished toenails. Oh, and most importantly, I am STATIONARY in my chair. When I must get up, I sure as hell ain't doing that without my cover-up and silver flip flops.

I'm just saying.

Sweet as a Peach at the Beach

Minis were up and at 'em early and we hit the pool at 7:19am. Cause that's how great of a mom I am. After a bit we got cleaned up and made a run to the store. Watched Alvin and the Chipmunks (them, not me) and went to Buffalo Wild Wings (duh) for lunch. Went to 2 bookstores looking for a newspaper that was worth a shi-ot, but notosomuch finding one. Got the NY Times out of desperation and read every page whilst on the lanai with Diet Coke(s) in hand.

Took them to Cold Stone and picked up dinner. In 5 minutes, they will be asleep. Amen. Vaca with a ratio of 1 adult: 2 minis = mostly sucks.

I was internet shopping instead of taking my class earlier and I think I surely need to order this shirt from the BEST store in Clemson. Given my alma mater and my current residence in GA, I think it's a requirement. Hope that closing happens on Monday in my absence...maybe then I'll get 2.

528 miles and 4 Targets Later...

We have arrived.

:)

Friday Madness

The good news is that Spring Break starts tomorrow. The bad news is that is won't be humanly possible to accomplish everything on my list before beach departure Saturday morning.

Working through this afternoon, Jack has a playdate after preschool. Both minis have a super fun birthday party and we've been invited to dinner after that. House still needs to be cleaned (it's is SOOOO wrong to leave for a vaca without your house perfect) as I refuse to come home to a mess. Although Coach will be here several of the days we'll be gone, so no telling.

I also need to mow the lawn. We overseeded 2 falls ago (I know, you think I forgot to capitalize "fall". As my first grader knows, you don't capitalize seasons of the year. Weird, but true) and that rye is growing like crazy. I also planted some white phlox last spring that is looking stellar. I had no idea it was drought resistant, but lucky me.

Most importantly, I need to pack. Details, details.

I'll get back to you.
Smooches.

P.S. Coach had some fabulous lasagna last night.

Anonymous

"Anonymous said:
Lasagna tonight?"

Dear Anonymous,

I don't know who you are, or how long you've been reading this blog. What I do know, is that you may want to go ahead and read this post from earlier. We don't mess with "The Lasagna" ever. Ever. Ever.

Just so you know.

hee hee hee

Great News for You

So, the minis and I are beach bound on Saturday for about 10 days. As you may remember, this is the land of no PC, so there would be no blogging. However...

I made the slight oversight (read: holy shi-ot dumbarse mistake) of neglecting my 25 hour post-licensing course. Needs to be completed an exam taken by April 16.

Needless to say, my PC will be heading to the beach with us so I can take the course via Internet while on vaca.

Lucky, lucky you.

Back Off, He's Blazin'

This post is oddly reminiscent of last Friday. When your children are this close in age and their birthdays are 10 days apart...well, this is what happens.

Since we clearly had not opened enough gifts at last weekend's party, this was Jack's pre-breakfast loot. Seriously?

The apple falls not far from the tree. He's all smiles over new shoes.

Ah yes. The Leapster and the games. We're a no video game household with this one exception. We remain Spongebob free. Amen.

A SuperTarget stop (duh) after preschool to pick up today's new release of Alvin and the Chipmunks. Katie says I am so mean since I am making them save the DVD for Spring Break.

As always on your birthday in the Casa de Chaos, birthday child chooses dinner locale. Buffalo Wild Wings it was. Again. At least they serve beer...

Yes, the crown says, "Back off! I'm Blazin!" He chose this over the ubiquitous "Wild Child" yellow crown, which he insisted was for girls. Please note that LAST week, Ryan refused any crown on his birthday, stating "I'm 7 years old. Not 7 months old." Quite the old soul, the big brother. In any case, Jack sported the crown until food was served. Upon which time he removed it, "because it's redneck to eat with a crown on". I rock at parenting by the way.

Seriously? Seriously? How cute is that?!

Tic Tac Toe is the restaurant game of choice. Both children can legitimately beat me. And they do, repeatedly. Something about boy brains...

Rounded out the evening with Jack's Little League game. Rangers win 18-6 over...um....I have no idea. I was gossiping. I mean chatting politely with some other moms.

No April Fool

Happy 5th Birthday to my little Jack.

Photos soon. Cutest. Child. Ever. (at least for today)