7 Quick Takes

Joining the lovely Jen ... again.


1. Like most mornings I just couldn't seem to get my act together today. I always swear I'm going to trot out the door for our little tour de neighborhood by foot and carriage no later than 8:15(!!!!!!) before the temperature hits 90 degrees or hotter but at 9:00 and 91 degrees I walked into the kitchen from a little 23 second time out to tie my shoes and found both kids gnawing on the two blades of a pair of very sharp (disassembled) scissors. They were physically fine but I seriously worry about their lacking levels of intelligence sometimes.

2. Because of my ridiculously tardy and hellishly hot departure time, my little trots have taken a nose dive in the time/length department. If the trend continues like this, tomorrow I will just have to push the kids out to the curb and right back into the house. 1/983746th of a calorie burned ... just like that.

3. My little toddler parrot has taken to sensing when I am aggravated and blurts out a (not so little) curse before I am able to open my mouth to beat her to the punch. I have only myself, the cars that refuse to yield to me on foot and my young in carriage, and the front door that sticks for lots of minutes before it surrenders and gives way to shelter from the fires of outdoor purgatory to blame. Do I ignore it (Modern Family style) or make a big deal to punish her? Right now I just feel really, really guilty. Role modeldom be mine.

4. Who do you like for Emily Maynard? I like Sean the best but I'm not sure he kills it in the chemistry department like Jef and Arie seem to do. I think skinny jeans hair flap would be best suited for Em. We'll see if she agrees soon enough.

5. Jenna suggested that I do a little 'thrift store linkup'. She was probably kidding but I am going to take her up on the suggestion and put up more clothes next week and hope that you do the same so that I might e-raid your closets. It might just be me and it might just be me and Jenna -- we'll miss you if you choose to not partake in the fun. 

6. Nothing else to say. This post is too word heavy - must post photo.

Here is a life size photo of me and Sebastian (in case you aren't currently wearing your eyeballs or you forgot what we look like) ...

while we bide our time until the dragon stirs from her lair (why why why Sebastian takes shorter naps and requires much less sleep than Julia does will forever baffle me and my teeny little brain). As you can see, he sustained a little injury banging his forehead on the bed rail like he does every afternoon. Creature of habit, I suppose. I know my exaggerated smile was the perfect curing potion as is proven by his almost smile.

7. Fine fine fine - more potty late breaking news. (Yes, I promise to always partake in obnoxious parenting talk always and forever.) After Julia came running with the 'bowl' (?) part of her little potty to show off her accomplishments and spilling most to all of the bowl contents all over the floor and sometimes Sebastian four too many times ... I was tempted to put a stop to the "training" that was saving us all of 28 cents a day on diapers. But when my nose detected that something was not right in the state of the guest bedroom's pungent odor and my eyes FINALLY found the offending party camouflaged on top of one of her little books next to the tipped over and abandoned bowl -- I put a permanent moratorium on the training until she reaches the age of smart -- which is probably when she turns 10 or maybe 12. I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see.


Have a nice weekend. Don't lose your cool. Or do - I'll never know.