In my newfound love for old westerns, I've recently watched movies about Wild Bill Hickok, Buffalo Bill, and Billy the Kid. Seems like one of these guys should've been named Frank or something to make things less confusing.
Dos·sier. \dah-see-ay\. noun: A pile of adoption documents sent to a foreign country containing detailed records on a particular person or subject containing 23 items, all of which need to be notarized and apostilled. See also "Pain in the Rear."
Glancing at our Costco list and thought I saw "minions" on it...a closer look revealed it was actually onions - but for a second I thought, wow, you can buy minions wholesale? We must be shopping at the Costco in DC this week.
I was discussing Jesus' temptation with the twins, and got to where Jesus says "Man does not live on bread alone." Big Red, with his squinty-serious look, answers, "Yeah...'cause you also need soup."
You should always take your vitamins with food...unless you're taking probiotics. Those you should take with chocolate.
Getting easily offended about someone else's personal opinions has the same knee-jerk effect as sneezing after applying mascara.
Aside from the obvious difficulties and annoyances of the adoption process, it is also possible that you will have to deal with utterly remarkable people who will nay-say, pooh-pooh, and deprecate adoption entirely...and then expect you to be over the moon for them when they buy a puppy.
on living in Alaska
The Professor walked up the road to the mailbox for me this afternoon and I told him to dress warm because it was only 2 degrees...he got back and walked in the house without a jacket! I asked him, "What part of 'dress warm' do you not understand?!?" and HE said, "But Mom! I wore socks!!"
insights from children
Narrowly thwarted a plan that was already in progress to cover the boys' bedroom walls entirely with black duct tape. Apparently Big Red wants to redecorate with a Star Wars theme.
We've gone from having boys who enjoy being mom's hero by squishing spiders with a piece of toilet paper to boys who run to the garage, grab their crossbow, and use the spider as a target.
I regret to inform any potential suitors that our oldest daughter has already decided whom she is going to marry. The groom was notified and is apparently mulling it over.
There is nothing like that sweet moment when you are tucking the kids in after they've fallen asleep - it's dark, it's peaceful, and they're so beautiful...you smooth the hair across their forehead...and then they fart. Loudly. That's life, folks.
It may be a sign you've been watching too many westerns if you affectionately name your Suburban "Stagecoach."
Well, hello 8 am - we seem to be running into each other a lot more often lately. And no, I still don't like you.
You may have been remiss in your duties if, when you finally get around to doing laundry and all the clean clothes are piled on the couch, the kids come running over and yell, "Yeah! Underwear!!" (I know, that NEVER happens at your house!)
Confession from the Professor after the adoption home visit with the social worker: "Mom, I kept my nunchucks under the bed. I didn't want her to think we were TOO dangerous."