Dog

WHYYYYYY does the dog get sick on a rainy night? Whyyyyyyyy?

Consistent

This is a copout. This post will not (sadly) self destruct but will hang here for the eternity of wordpress, some servers or till the end of Internet.

This picture too.

Rainbow baby pondering the end of the ball.

Parade

You know what a didn’t think I would be eating outside on the 20th of November? Some DQ ice cream that’s what! The weather was absolutely gorgeous (yes, we attempted another holiday card photo session and no, I erased all of them, turns out my 3 year old started this “Look, Mommy, I am happy” and then he grins so that the Joker would be proud.)
The Thanksgiving parade (where the ice cream was enjoyed) was exiting, loud and holy crap so many people to battle! for some room on the sidewalk. The balloons were the usual repertoire of Clifford+Elmo+Grover and the highlight was to overhear a mother trying to explain to her distracted five year old who Fred Flintstone was/is.

Super Grover knows how to army crawl under the power lines.

Falling asleep

I can’t even type I am so exhausted.
Baby woke up twice last night and extra early in the morning + late night out with girlfriends (yay, grown ups talking) + 40 minute drive each way = ah fuck NaBloPoMo!

Gratuitous picture of baby who enjoys freaking me out with his pulling up skills.

That’s going to be some Christmas card this year!

When taking pictures of brothers: There’s a fine line between a loving embrace and a choke hold.

Just hypothetically speaking, of course

Sometimes I wonder if I just dumped all the boys’ toys, would they notice?

Probably not. As long as they have some sticks and a dog’s filthy mini ball, the kids are all set.

Now with *longer lasting* benefits

You know what’s awesome? The feeling of leaving the class after a midterm knowing that you have done well and your house is still clean because you spent the day outside damnit so no one can track dirt, spill juice or dump their toys in the middle of the room.

Couch time here I come!

Side benefits

Nothing like a midterm to make one pick up and de-crapify the house. Our home is clean and clutter free. Just like my head. Time to fill it up.

Baby is laughing at your clean house, asking how many minutes you plan on keeping it that way.

The medical WTF

Saw this during my OBGYN appointment. It was stuck to the ceiling. I still feel a bit dirty.

An amateur makes a forecast

3:25 pm and the sun was already saying “Well, fuck this, imma be behind this cloud here. Call if you need anything.”
It’s going to be a long winter.