sob

This morning my son had to lean down to kiss me. Lean. Down. I almost collapsed. When did this happen? How did this happen? Wasn't it just yesterday he was wrapping his arms around my legs and I was swearing he was going to trip me? Wasn't it just yesterday that I wished for him to be big enough to give me a proper hug? I guess you get what you wish for. Damn wishing.

Dear Mom and Dad...

Dear mom and dad,

I'm sorry. I didn't realize and now I do. I'm shocked you didn't do more at the time. Yell, scream, threaten. Right now I feel like doing all three. My son has been playing the same song over and over again for an hour so loud that my fillings are rattling and if I ever meet the artist you will have to put me in cuffs so I don't beat him within an inch of his life. So, I'm sorry - for all those evenings you had to listen to "La Isla Bonita" by Madonna - while I rewound and fast forwarded dying to learn the lyrics. I'm sorry music was ever invented and I'm sorry for the permanent twitch you get whenever you hear music from the 80's and recall my warbling voice.

I hope you'll forgive me.
Now if only I can keep myself from going downstairs and smashing that iPod with a hammer!

I love you,
Shannon

A confession

... deep breath ....
I cannot make mashed potatoes to save my life. Even my darling husband agrees. Never cooked enough, never mashed enough, too mashed, too runny, too lumpy. Seriously, I can't do it. I have watched my mom make them a million times, giving me instructions, showing me what to do, and I still wreck them.

So, Craig kindly said to me (to put me out of my misery) "buy the instant ones, they're fine for us". I could have just kissed him. I probably did. A weight off my shoulders, a stomach ache gone and mashed potatoes with chicken.

I must confess that I don't like mashed potatoes. I can't stand how gooey they are. Like paste and paper, but my guys love them. So every once in a while, when mashed are called for - Betty Crocker comes for a visit.

I must admit....

I HATE doing the picture of the day. Really. Hate. It. So, I have decided not to do it anymore. I take a lot of pictures, ones which I will continue to show here. But every day? No chance. So for now you can be sure to get the weekly gnome picture and a smattering of a few others, but I can't promise any more than that. I'm sure it matters more to me than anyone else, but I had put out the challenge that I was going to do it and I just can't keep up. OK - my guilt can be gone now. I've said it.
Happy Saturday!

week 18

Better late than never? I don't think I have posted this photo on a friday before. Our week got away from us and last night I was ranting like a madwoman "we have to get the gnome picture". Imagine screeching. And hair pulling. The boys are always up for it but I would remember after they had left for school and then have something going on after school. Anyway, no excuse. Here it is and I think Sterling looks mahhhvelous in this picture. You can barely see Kaedo behind his hair.

Today includes doing some research into making some spring hats, some parent council work, hopefully a visit with a friend and family movie night. Tomorrow includes soccer, football and Costco. Sunday is a quiet day with not too much happening. We'll see what we end up doing then. Hope you have a great day.

damn you autocorrect

I love reading the autocorrect texts that sometime show up on-line. I recently read these and thought they were hysterical. Poor Craig was trying to work and I was laughing my head off. Enjoy.

mascot

The way we see it, every car needs a mascot - or at the very least, a name. This time around, our bright green car has both. Before even purchasing it, Craig and I gave it the name "the rolling toad", after our beloved Neon, "the rolling turd". Since getting the car we have been looking for something "toadlike" to put inside. We started with air freshners - obviously frog shaped ones are not popular - and moved on to antennae balls - still no luck.

On Sunday, Kaedo and Craig were cleaning (de-hoarding) his room and Kaedo came across not one but two frogs. This little guy was decided upon. Now all I have to do is get out my two sided tape and stick him down. Now we've got a name and a mascot. Who would have thunk it?