My A Cup Runneth Over

He's Gonna Be Famous, Y'all

Gage told me last weekend he was making a video with his friend, Cody.

This wasn't exactly what I thought he had in mind.

If you fast forward to 1:45, you'll understand what I mean when I say I never want to hear him tell me again that I embarrass him in public ever again.

Ever.

I seriously laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.

Johnny Knoxville will be proud.

Spoiler Alert

I'm not particularly fond of needles, but today I'm considering replacing the adrenaline in my Epipen with coffee, just because I'm going to need it. Tonight, at midnight, Carter and I are going to see Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince, and I'm not about to let something like sleep get in the way of finally watching what is my favorite book of the series come to the big screen. We've already gotten our tickets (I'm still trying to convince Gage to go with us, but he would rather wait and see the movie with one of his friends. HARUMPH.) and Carter is beyond excited because I promised him I would buy him a 32 ounce Big Swigg of Mountain Dew tonight after dinner (I RARELY let them drink Mountain Dew. It's like letting them snort No-Doz.). I've also promised him I won't embarrass him like I did the last time when we watched Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix and I cried so hard I lost one of my contacts, but some promises were meant to be broken, and I can't say that I won't totally lose my shit when Dumbledore dies.

So, tonight I'm wearing my glasses. Just in case.

D'You Know What I Mean?

One of these days my kids are going to realize that their fighting doesn't bother me.

I just turn up the volume on my iPod.

Wordless Wednesday: Duck, Duck, Goose

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Oh, wait a minute. I wasn't supposed to type anything. So, is that, like, cheating, or is it like counting cards in Las Vegas and it's not technically "cheating", per say, it's just "frowned upon". Is Laurence Fishburne going to climb out of my moniter and kick my ass for not technically cheating?

Okay, I'll stop now.

Happy (Belated) Fourth Of July!

Mark's parents and sister were here for the weekend. They pulled into the driveway Thursday afternoon an hour earlier than I thought they would, so I spent the rest of the weekend kicking dust bunnies underneath furniture and pretending the two full laundry baskets in the living room that I hadn't gotten around to putting away weren't actually there as a result of my laziness, but the latest in home decor.

We had a really good time and the kids were happy to spend time with Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Kim. Friday afternoon we went to the pool and hung out while the kids dove for quarters and beat each other with styrofoam noodles. 

Ryerson and I played in the kiddie pool and I spent most of the time struggling with my bathing suit because Ryerson thought it would be "funny" to see how many times he had to pull down the bottom half of my bathing suit before I mooned the entire pool. The answer? Twenty-three. And yes, I did moon the entire pool. Twice.

Gage agreed to let me take his picture, but only if I let him eat his weight in the Rice Krispie Treats that Mark's mom brought with them. It was worth the sugar coma just to have a picture of him smiling, and this picture proves what I have been saying for years: we're going to have to beat the girls off with a stick  when he's older.

Carter, on the other hand, loves having his picture taken.

We spent most of yesterday inside because it was raining, but luckily Mother Nature took the flagpole out of her butt long enough last night so that we could light fireworks.

Happy (belated) July 4th!