letter to the assistant photographer

Dearest Assistant to the Photographer,

I get it. Your parents told you if you were going to live at home, you needed to get a job. You are decided to get some cake job that had little job requirements. There... parents got off your back.

I'm sorry that you feel like life sucks. I'm sorry that preschoolers weren't impressed with your cleavage crack or your underwear show. I'm sorry that your parents made you go out in get a real job.

But, you know, someday you'll hopefully get married, have a kid or two, get a minivan and tow one of your adorable kids to preschool. One day, you'll have your darling get their pictures taken and you'll have some expectations...


like having the assistant pick up a f'ing comb.

So, keep reaching for the stars, putting your best foot forward and working your hardest - because I promise life will get better.

Good luck in your future endeavors!
Sincerely,
Anti-Supermom

the future Mrs. Wu

Wyatt barged into the bathroom yesterday afternoon, swinging the door wide open, letting it hit the linen closet. (Which I'm surprised that I even had the door closed, note: it's never locked. Murphy's law would mean if I actually locked the bathroom door someone would get sat on, bit on and/or spit on.)

So Wyatt came into the bathroom with a big smirk on his face announcing "I got married today".

I looked at him, cocking my head "what?" I say.

He changes his mind, shaking his head "No, no... I mean I kissed someone today"

"Who did you kiss?"

"Josieeee" he said with an extra emphasis on the e.

I quizzed him, 'where did you kiss her, on the cheek or on the lips?"

He answers with a little giggle "on the lips"

I pretend to be shocked. "Wyatt!"

He giggles a little more "and she has crooked teeth like me, maybe she sucks her fingers too".

*sigh*

Bonded in future orthodontics.

what's in a name

There was a family that lived close to my hometown that had the last name of Balls. The husband's name was Harry and the wife's, Sharron. Now, say that out loud: Harry Balls and Sharron Balls. Yes, seriously... true story.


So anyways, I'm always on the look out for poorly named things. I spied one at Super Target last night, Bimbo Bread. What's worse, they had to pronounce the name for people like me that think spelling bimbo would mean a foolish woman with loose morals (wait a second... umm, who's confused here). The loaf is printed with a "Say Beembo".

I'm not falling for it.

This reminded me though, of the package of donuts my husband bought on our Thanksgiving road trip down to Iowa:

That's right... it's called Creme Dream Donuts


And yes, it's says "making it fresh for you".

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Let me know some of your favorites, I'm always in need of a good giggle~

Happy Thanksgiving

[image: the picture of my three adorable children that I plan on using for my Christmas card this year, where they are actually looking into the camera, not picking their noses or pulling each other's hair out (for the two that have hair). Where you can see that they have teeth (again, the majority) and that their hair is not rooster-tailing (visibly) out of control.]

Oh yea...

that doesn't exist.

I'm thankful that I have another month,

and, you know... lots of other stuff.

Happiest Thanksgiving and in the words of my guy at the Caribou Coffee drive-up "You have the very best day ever!"

for the love of squishy

We were heading into Barnes and Noble to get a gender neutral book for a birthday party of Henry's this weekend (which, by the way, I love the idea of exchanging books instead of presents and in lieu of plastic crap favors, but lucky him, he still brought home some crap sunglasses and a spinning thing along with his hardback copy of How to Train Your Dragon.)

I digress.

Like I said, we were heading towards the door, gearing up for the crunch of getting three bodies, one of them being in a stroller, into the doorway simultaneously (because that's what always happens, every. single. time.). A woman grabbed the door for us foreseeing the upcoming body bruises. Of course, being like every other mother in the universe, she had to peek into the stroller to see just who was inside.

"Oh, you have a little girl there" she cooed, "How old is she?"

"Three months" I reply.

She continues "I have three girls myself; 15, 11 and 9. They are really special girls and so sweet... getting bigger so quickly, but I really miss them being little, being a baby like you have there. Three months... what a wonderful age."

I looked down at Edy and said "Yes, I love her. She's so squishy."

Wait.
What did I just say?
After the sentimental words, near tears in her eyes of this woman talking about her once little babies, did I say some genius thing in reply like "she's so squishy".

Umm... yes I did.

I looked at her sideways hoping that perhaps she didn't hear just what I had said.

She gives me a little smile and a 'yea'.

Pretty certain she heard me...

Dang it.
(Note to self, I must work on more appropriate replies to when people tell me about how they 'miss having babies'.)

the little things - a giveaway

Thursday is Thanksgiving (duh). I'm pretty sure we all have a million and one reasons to be thankful this year, I know I have. If you could do just a little something to show your thanks, I'm betting that you would.

77kids has created an initiative called Wish-4-Snow where you can design your own online snowflake complete with your very own wish, if you desire. If they reach their goal of 100,000 snowflakes created, they will donate $25,000 to children's hospitals (this includes Children's Hospitals and Clinics of Minnesota).


This is a little thing, it will take up (very) little of your time, but $25,000 can make a big difference.

Of course, I got to visit 77kids to see how else they were gearing up for the holidays. With them, it really is the little things:

I love the store front. The front window is really magical. There is a 'Go' button right at little hands level for the birds to race down the mountain. Cute and time consuming when you need them to be a little busy while say... nursing.

The store itself is awesome. There is bean bag toss, these light-up reactor things on the floor, a treat cart (which also includes non-food treats), a peek-a-boo door in the changing rooms and the picture maker spot, where you can make one for the board and one to take home. They really have thought of every little detail.

Now, the clothes... they are adorable, just look at their website, cute kid craziness! Right now, I'm really into the girl baby clothes (what a surprise), the little77 line is perfect. Currently, when you buy 3 pieces, you get 30% off, plus I had a 20% off coupon (yes, it *was* a great deal!). I got Wyatt a long sleeve t-shirt and Henry a jacket too. Of course, both on clearance - because yes, that's the kind of shopper I am... clearance, but you notice I said *long* sleeve and *jacket*... not just summer stuff on clearance. Awesomeness.

When you shop, you have an option of donating 77 cents (or more) to benefit your local children's hospital. You'll get a snowflake to write your name and make a wish. You'll get a bumper sticker that says 'you done good' and who doesn't want a bumper sticker that tells everyone that 'you done good'!

As promised, I would never plug something or review something without giving you a chance for the same, I'm giving away a $50 gift card to 77kids. All you have to do is 'done good': visit 77kids microsite, create a snowflake; think about what you are thankful for, remember that you visiting helps local children's hospitals... plus every snowflake you make enters you into daily drawings for $77 gift cards (or the grand prize of a block party for you and 77 friends).


Come back here, tell me you made a snowflake for an entry. Follow 77kids on Facebook or Twitter for another entry. Follow me for another. Twitter about this giveaway for another... you know the drill.

Feel good that you did a little something today that could make a big difference.

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I have been engaged by 77kids and TheMotherhood to support this initiative. Thank you for letting me be part of such an awesome event. Thanks to fellow friends: Aubrie at The Buzz 4 Moms (and for letting me steal your snapshots), Marybeth at Baby Good Buys, Sarah at Minnesota Mama's Must Haves and Rachael at Empowering Mommy.

PSF - win some, lose some

There once was a girl who got a new one of these:


She was thrilled at the extravagant features it had like crushed iced, water at the ready, more than one light bulb... even more thrilling, she was getting rid of this (circa 1988):

Only her husband decided to keep it, to store things this like:

You win some, you lose (umm... keep) some.

PS - it's totally normal to be so absolutely giddy about getting a fridge that you blog about it, right?

PPS - It's Friday, no one reads blogs on Fridays anyways. (That makes me feel better.)

PPPS - I took 2 years of Latin in college, I should have remembered circa means around in Latin. BTW, Eureka basically means I've got it in Latin. Impress your friends at parties this weekend when you throw Eureka out there. See, lucky you stopped in on a Friday, consider that your lesson learned for the day. Shut down, close shop, go home.