Your monthly gift?

I'm all for practical gift-giving, but I draw the line at this:

{thanks to kim for making me laugh out loud with this find}

Hello, new chair

Call me crazy, but this well-worn chair I came across at a local antique store was begging for me to buy it for photography use.  And use it, I shall: 

These are just test shots, but I'm very excited to see how it'll work out when my kids are actually dressed appropriately and somewhat cooperative. 

So, when pigs fly, right? 

Marshmallows, check. Gin, checkcheckcheck.

We had a small s'mores get-together at my friend Holly's house. 

And aside from plain, strawberry and chocolate marshmallows to choose from, Holly made sure the true essentials of a s'mores party were included...

..lime, gin, tonic and ice.  Party on, moms.  Party on.

So wrong, yet so right

It's no secret I get the heebie-jeebies from dolls, but I always get a good laugh when friends send me hilarious doll-related finds and say, "I saw this and thought of you!" 

Like the following from EarthSeaWarrior:

Or this from ReshapeStudio:

Creepy, hilarious and if it wasn't for my fear that these objects would come to life and stab me in my sleep, I'd totally own them.

Poppin' fresh

During the holidays, I usually say, "I have everything I want and need, so please no gifts." 

I will not be saying that again until this arrives on my doorstep:

This foam Doughboy:

A) Stands about four feet tall

B) Is a display and not for general sale

C) Must be mine

In grad school, I practically ate triple my weight in Pillsbury products just to mail in enough points toward a free Doughboy mug, while inadvertently turning myself into a Doughboy at the same time. 

I still say: Well worth the mug.

But God loves frosting

We were at a child's birthday party the other day and this kid below (who we don't know) doesn't say a peep throughout the entire bowling party...until Waverly innocently sat down next to her for cake and the little girl says in a completely low, creepy voice:

"God hates birthdays.  It's true."

Sensing that this girl was dead-serious and kinda scary, Wavey gave her the "what the flip?" face and then slowly said, "Oookkkaaaaayyy."

I nearly died laughing.  It's true.

The opposite of "gruntled"

Seven more long, loooooong days until my stinkin' cast comes off.  I've decided to share my feelings about it in line chart form:

But it's so shiny

We were all - especially Wavey - appreciative for the generous birthday gifts received from friends and family.  I especially thought this looked like fun...

...until someone quipped, "those will look great inside your vacuum canister."

Find the miserable kid

We celebrated Wavey's birthday over the weekend with friends, a bounce house and a slip n' slide.  Three things of note in the photo below:

(1)  Wav had the time of her life, but rounding up children ages six and under for one photo was worse than herding cats.  There are about five kids missing from the photo.

2. Griffin was about three hours past his usual naptime and it shows big time with his miserable pout.  And can we talk about his bird-chest?  I swear that we feed him even though he retains zero body fat.

3.  I absolutely love the company we rented the bounce house from even though Romeo and Juliets' faces has seen better days. Ha!

NKOTBeebs

I was on the fence with the appropriatness of Waverly sporting a shirt of her "crush," Justin Bieber.

But then got called out for my own "crush" with friends at a recent New Kids on the Block concert.

PS: I still love Joey Mac.

But not after Labor Day

What is more unbeliveable than how many pieces and hours it took to assemble Wavey's birthday present?

...That I'm to believe any normal parent would purchase white pants for their kid in hopes they'll stay clean:

Six years old

Happy birthday, Waverly, aka "Wav," "Wavey," and my favorite: "Bun-bun."

We love you!

Oh, that's where the magenta went

Because it's impossible to find every renegade crayon left on the floor, my dog picks up where I leave off.
 

It usually results in a startling but colorful, "what goes in the front comes out the back" moment several hours later.

"Your personal opinion is not helpful" award

Dear medical records receptionist,

My insurer and I have been trying to obtain my surgery report from your office for weeks without response or resolution.  So, when I had no choice but to come in and ask for the records in person, your snippy personal opinion of "the insurance company's job is to deny your claim anyway" is:

A) unsolicited,

B) unsubstantiated,

and

C) still does not explain why you've been sitting on the records request for weeks.

It must be nice to be you, having the super power of knowing my injury and the lone decision authority whether or not you feel like releasing authorized medical records.  You're pure genius and darn lucky my fingers can't be flexed in obscene gesture because they're casted.

Here's my personal opinion, miserable lady: Less talky, more printy. 

xoxo,

Choke-hold grad

We're very proud of Waverly, our little kindergarten grad.

After cruising through the photos we took of the day, I noticed a recurring theme going on between her and Griffin:

No lack of sibling love, that's for sure.

Pinky

I have good reason for slacking on the blog these days:

While I'm still able to do lots things with the cast until my wrist recovers from ligament surgery, typing on a keyboard is not really one of them and one- handed typing stiiiinks.  But I have so much to share that I don't care if it takes me all day to pull together one post, so I'm back on the daily train.

Do you like the choice for hot pink? There's little hiding an up-to-your-elbow cast, so I went out big.  But we won't talk about how I've already managed to drop foreign objects into it or crack the cast on one end.  Patient of the year.

Cheap = typos

Last year, I said to my husband, " I don't think you should buy a no-name laptop," but he contended it was purely for internet use so it didn't matter. 

This is the message on its screen when the battery was low yesterday:

Waming!

Bridge out ahead

Poor Griffin has been cursed with the Asian trait of having little bridge to his nose.  Though, he's come up with a good solution to keeping sunglasses on his face: