What Doing?

..anchoring the news...


...discovering the heating vent...


...eating red velvet cake...


...hanging out with Zaidan...


...dancing...


...sweeping...


...sleeping...

Potty Mouth

Today I got a frantic email from Matt saying that Ally could not go to school tomorrow, she got suspended! I called home to get the dets and he told me that my little girl got suspended for calling someone an a-hole. Can you believe it? I was so shocked. And then he told me that we had to have a conference with her teachers before she could go back to school. I was so shocked and embarrassed, going over in my mind where she could have learned that from, when Matt started to giggle. It was all a lie! What an a-hole.

Julia Roberts

I read this week that Julia Roberts got paid a handsome 3 Million dollars for her all-of-six-minutes appearance in Valentine's Day. Must be nice.

I've also seen her popping up on my TV lately asking me to donate money to Haiti. Hey, Julia, that 3 million could go a lot further than the 10 bucks I can afford to donate. I'm just sayin'.

Snow Day

This morning, my usually sunlight-averse daughter was in an exceptionally good mood. I had to promise "make-up" to get her to go downstairs, but otherwise she let me get her dressed and *gasp* even do her hair for school this morning without any fits or protests for Dad. We opened the door to see a light snowfall and she got excited to go outside and make footprints. I didn't even rush her to get in the car, I just enjoyed watching her smile as she trekked through the snow. As we did approach her school, I noticed that, even though I was a little late, there were unusually few cars on the street...and no tire tracks in the driveway...and no little backpacks hung up in their room...oh, no. It's a Snow Day. Back home to play with Dad. All that effort and she could have slept in.

And some completely unrelated pictures, check out Lily in her designer jeans, courtesy of Uncle Paul:

I'm a Game Junkie

While at my parent's house for Christmas, I fell in love with a game called Qwirkle. I wanted to buy it for myself, but decided instead to be more frugal and make it myself. Overall, I don't think I will have saved myself any money after buying all the tiles and paint, but it's been fun to have painting sessions with Ally when I get home from work:



If you look close, you can see that she painted her raisins:


And here she is in her painting apron (courtesy of my uber talented sister-in-law, Natalie. I have a matching one, too).


Lily hanging out with the girls (she is so stinkin' cute!)


One set down, 2 more to go!

Jeans

I have reached a point in my life where I am comfortable with my size. I can finally say that my worth as a person is not defined by the size of my pants (yes mom, you read that right...it only took 28 years of you telling me that for me to believe you). And although the number on my jeans does not define my self-worth, it would be nice if I knew what that number was. Some of my jeans are so tight I can barely breathe (not to mention the muffin-top that results) and others of the same size are so loose I can pull them off without undoing the zipper. Men's pants are much easier...you are either a 37 waist or you're not. But I guess women don't like to see 37 on their pants, they'd much prefer to see a smaller, preferably single-digit, number. So I guess for now I'll continue to be a 6/8/10 and avoid pants shopping at all costs.

Time to Cool Off

There is a pile of wet clothes in my entry way. This is because I was in a dreadful funk this evening. Mid-conversation with Matt, I realized that something needed to change, so I got up, opened the front door, and dove face first into a snow pile.

I walked back in giggling and dripping snow from my eyelashes. After explaining what I had done and why, Matt asked, "Did it work?"
"Almost. I may need another dip."
So we both took another dive into the snow.