Wheels, Candy Dates, Patches

Had the turbo-pukes Friday night. Stood up and thought, Huh. I think my body wants to purge everything it has eaten this week. And it did. To be honest, the volcanic interlude was actually a really welcome little reminder to slow this lady down. This last week, our whole crew was pretty hardcore. I mean, even Little Man was showing signs of chronic fatigue. Oh wait...multiple naps are still his normal. Right. So anyway, last week was tuff stuff. With our beloved Green Bus on its last wheels, we stubborn Honda-philes are just in denial that ol' Greenie is begging to be euthanised but we just keep resuscitating the old girl. What all that amounts to is that Greenie is living at the car repair shop while our tax return that we haven't even processed has already been spent...and...we now either take the double stroller to all parts of our neighborhood, including the pockets that are ONLY vacant lots masquerading as car repair establishments, or we take Zipcar if a speedier set of wheels is required. If you want to know the definition of irony, it's my straight-edge Loverpants scoring the Zipcar that reeked so bad of weed that he was fearful of getting pulled over for an OUI. But we thought driving high is the new black, right, Officer? What've you been up to all weekend and what will you do with your day off tomorrow if you have one?

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Amphibibooty

A good turbaned woman is hard to find

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I smuggled Baby Girl into her room when I was still feeling under the weather and gave her strict orders to ask her daddy if he would take her on a Candy Date. Evidently I am a skilled puppeteer with my toddler and subsequently of my husband because in about an hour, these two were suiting up and heading out for a train ride and a trip to the mall where I heard there were french fries, smoothies, yum tasty salads, and a trip to the candy shoppe to boot.

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The only thing I accomplished this weekend thus far is applying these pretty appliques that I ordered from here. I know that puff paint went out with the NKOTB oversized T-shirts tied in a knot around the waist, but I'm not a skilled seamstress and the directions said it was an acceptable alternative :) My kids are such whirling dervishes. They stain everything they own, so I feel these were a sound investment. Cute, hey?

Candy Land

When you imagine Saturday afternoons spent hangin' at home with the fam, you think plush carpet, you think barefooted kids sitting criss-cross applesauce, you think CANDYLAND. Hours and hours of drawing from that stack of cards rife with mystery: Will it be one square of blue, a single orange, maybe a double red!! or maybe even an express pass to Queen Frostine?!?!?

You don't think Guilt, Shame, Remorse, Haunted for Life, do you?

Erhem.

My mom gave us a wicked awesome Candyland game for Christmas. The set came in a big clear backpack and the gameboard is actually a rug, the gamepieces are big jolly gingerbread men, and the cards are perfect for my wee non-readers. So far, we've been making progress in piquing Baby Girl's interest in the game. And by that I mean she has successfully ripped the card box in half, scattered the color cards all across the board, and decided her gamepiece was going to live permanently on the purple square in the middle of the board. Gingerbread squatter.

But no matter.

I'm not going to feel all sore that our little lady is outright rejecting Candylandia. She'll learn the magic of advancing in the same direction as other players along the board soon enough.

I just hope she doesn't learn the crafty ways of an older sister who once upon a time would rig the cards, such that if the turns of a two player game were carefully calculated, a certain unsuspecting little sister would advance to a position of nearly tasting Hansel and Gretel-like the King Kandy nirvana and then, upon that last draw, produced a one-way ticket way on back to PLUMPY.

I can still see her lip start to quiver. I got P-p-p-p-plumpy.

Schadenfreude at its best.

I was such an evil, mean-spirited sister.

I am going to have to let my kids win every time to hedge this guilt.

In the meantime, I'll be hangin' on the Candy Land rug with these little plumpsters:

Word from Helmet Town

Hey Friends, As you may be seeing me in person or pictures of me in passing, I wanted to give you the scoop on my new hardware. For the next few months, I'm going to be rocking this sweeeeet helmet. Not to worry, my mom didn't drop me on my head. I've just got a condition of the skull and given that my little noggin is still quite squishy, this helmet should help to correct it. It doesn't bother me too much, and, in fact, I think it kinda makes me look like tuff stuff. It's true that my sister picked out a design that was hot pink and violet for me, but my mom covered it with some fierce mega truck and sports stickers, so now I just look indie.

Here's hoping the helmet works its magic and it'll be off before we know it. I can't wait to trade it in for a bike helmet, just like my dad's!

Love, Little Man

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One last look at this noggin

Meh. Not really feelin' the pastels

Fierce.