Thursday, April 10, 2014

Life Lately (According to My Phone)

Not broken, just bruised.  And numb.

Snow day shenanigans. Look at that little face!

What do you do when you're over playing in the snow?  Decorate a clubhouse.

Last ski day of the season.  Really.  Look at the non-snow under the lift.  But it was a great day!

Running a 5K with my boys.  Who totally smoked me.  W went on to play in a lacrosse game and then a baseball game.  Finally, something made him tired!

Couldn't be prouder.  Or more delightfully surprised.

Post 10K selfie with my dad.  A terrible picture but a great memory.

Post Monument Avenue 10K with my dad and the hubs.  Two of my favorite fellas!

Apparently, we are simply no good at selfies.  But I love finding these surprises on my phone anyway.  Sweet girl.

Beautiful and delicious.  Best shared with a bestie on a lazy Friday morning.

Finally, a nice day.  Yes that is an ice cube.  Momma can't wait until it's chilled.  The article about Kimye is ridiculous.

A gaggle of boys.  I heart this.

I took this in secret (hence the screen).  He used the broom to "paddle" his way across the Sea of Monsters in his boat (the dump truck) and now he's setting traps.  I love his BIG imagination and sincerely wish I had gotten a video of him padding his dump truck with a broom across the grass.

In other news, today is the hubs' birthday.  I won't tell you how old he is as he's having a hard time with it.  Age is just a state of mind right?  A state of mind and creaking bones.  Love that man.  I am truly blessed.  Happy birthday sweetheart!

Friday, April 4, 2014

The Diaper

The other day, as I was folding laundry, I came across one of Tate's shirts, the sleeves of which were knotted.  

My initial reaction was astonishment.  My washer can knot something up like that?  I mean, yes, occasionally pulling clothes out of the washing machine is like untwisting pretzels, especially those darn skinny jeans, but this?  This was taking it to a whole new level.

As I picked at the sleeves, I suddenly realized what I was dealing with.  

Washing machines can't make slip knots.

And then I had a vision.  A vision of an 8-year-old boy streaking through the house the other night wearing nothing but a sumo wrestler diaper.  A blue one.  That he had crafted himself.

Out of this shirt.  

I hadn't paid that much attention because, honestly, we're talking about Tate.  This kind of stuff happens all the time.  (Just yesterday, we melted crayons in the microwave for fun.  A few days ago, he was a ninja in the back yard with a lacrosse stick and his karate yellow belt tied around his head until he whacked himself in the unmentionables.  Before that, he was trying to ride the skateboard down the slide while wearing a mustache on his face.)  And, he lost part of his shirt diaper halfway through his streak and wasn't wearing anything underneath.  Because of course. I was more focused on him not exposing his goodies to his sister and the fact that he was supposed to be taking a shower if he wanted to stay up for Agents of Shield than what he had actually used.

Have you ever washed and dried a shirt that was tied into a knot?  No?  Well, that knot was not to be undone.  

And I wasn't either.  Bye bye shirt.  You were ugly anyway.

And Tate, in the future when you make a sumo wrestler diaper for yourself, could you please 1)wear underwear in case of wardrobe malfunctions and 2)not use your shirts.  Or any other clothing items.  I have cloth diapers you can borrow have.