While the Cat's Away, the Mice Will Play

What do you do when you go to visit your Poppy at his house and you're 3 rowdy boys between the ages of almost 4 and 8? Apparently, you strip your shirts off and run around like idiots. See also below.

Boring growth stuff

I took the kids to the pediatrician for their yearly check up. My kids are so freakishly healthy (sorry, Con) that it had been more than a whole year since they had been there. Although if you want to get picky about it, Luke had one trip to the urgent care for an ear infection during that time, and I had to call once for a refill on Ella's asthma inhaler. I'm sure at some point all this "healthiness" will catch up to us and we'll get slammed with sickness but for now it's great.

The kids are both right where they should be developmentally. Ella is tall (though not as tall as our buddy, Kaylene!) at 4'4" which is the 70% and average weight which is 57# (45%). Soon Ella will catch up to me because I am 5'2". Funny that my 8 year old is less than a foot away from my height. Luke is short at 3'9 1/2" (35%) and scrawny at 44# (29%). The doctor is predicting (yet again) that Luke will be about Aron's size when he's a big kid. Why did I even bother to throw my genetics in the ring with that kid? We all know he's Aron 2.0

This one's short and scrawny...
This one's tall and average...

Don't let me get me

I'm not going to lie. I love this picture because both of the kids look like my side of the family. Not sure what exactly makes them look like my side in this pic but they do. Don't ask questions. Just nod.

Do you ever wonder how someone would describe you to someone else? I work in a large building with quite a few people (although, judging by the amount of empty cubicles there are quite a few less of us there than in the past) and sometimes my friend will tell me something about someone which involves a description of what they look like or major personality characteristics that might distinguish them from someone else.

So, if you're ever confused about who I am, feel free to consult this list (*clears throat and read off paper*):

• I like funny words like Texarkana (Yes, this is a real place. Click the link). They make me laugh.


• I use old fashioned expressions and different accents in an attempt to make people laugh. Also, when using said expressions and accents, I tend to gesture wildly like I'm drowning. Steer clear of my propellers if you know what's good for you. I dance sometimes, too, to get my point across. I'm like Michigan J Frog on steroids.


• I have a hard time rolling my R's. I started being able to do it while singing along to (usually with some sort of accent in tow) to Red Hot Chili Peppers song "Give It Away".


• When I drive home from work on Fridays, I listen to NPR but if you ever tell Aron this I will flat out deny it. I certainly don't listen to this guy on a regular basis. There's no way you can prove that the first time I heard him, I thought it was a play on this fella.


• If you drive a 4 door Jeep, I may glare at you. It's not you...it's me. They just weird me out. THEY'RE NOT MEANT TO HAVE MORE THAN 2 DOORS. They're not really meant to be driven by anyone but frat boys in the 90's either. Sorry.


• Sometimes, I tell Aron that I'm running errands after work. Sometimes, my version of "running errands" is actually just sitting in Starbucks with a trashy magazine sipping on some hot green tea.


• I'm easily freaked out by politicians. I'm not sure which ones scare me the most: the ones who actually believe what they're saying or the ones that have Ken doll hair, a creepy smile, and that full-on artifical pose (typically a thumbs up or the index finger point that somehow manages to coerce the middle finger into joining it). It's a toss up, I guess *shrugs shoulders*.


• I'd like to make my employers pay for my botox. It's the least they could do--they can't blame it all on Aron.


• I like it when people can't quite tell if I'm joking or serious. It makes all of my personalities giggle a little.

That's all I can think of for now. You want to know the best part? Not all of these are true.

Back off!

Ella asked me: "Who do you think would win: Darth Vader or Lord Voldemort?"

Please, nerds, don't hurt yourself lining up at my door. She will give each of you a chance at dating her once you extract yourself from the D&D game that you're playing in your Mommy's basement.

On an unrelated side note, this is what happens when one of your friends who only has boys watches your daughter for you while you and the hubs go on a date. See also curly, fancy hair below...

(does it get any pinker than this? Pink jammy shirt, pink jammy bottoms with kitties on it, and pink slippers with hearts. *sigh*)

Brrrr

Only thing better than this...(yes it is a pair of ninjas and a pair of goofballs)... Is this after...(yes that is steaming hot cocoa in their mugs)...