Which, of course, you WERE.
Once I'm done with the whole homeschooling deal, I think I'm going to go ahead and take a nap for about a hundred years. Plus fifty.
Speaking of fifty...
Fifty is my magic number. My magic "let's exaggerate things" number.
"I love having fifty kids..."
"We've watched that show fifty thousand times..."
"Wes, I'm sure I've asked you to take out that garbage fifty bazillion times already..."
You get the idea. Well, if I were to tell you it was fifty degrees here the other day, I would actually NOT be exaggerating much at all. It was 46 degrees... although that was in the city, and us "landlocked" people out to the west apparently got a couple of extra degrees. (So say my sources anyway... and I suppose they can be trusted).
We died from the heat.
Pretty much.
Towards the end of the day, when we were all melting into puddles, I took my hair and my daughter's, and put them into braids in an attempt to keep our long, hot, heat trapping hair off our backs and necks.
This, is fascinating to you, I'm sure.
I don't normally like to share pictures of myself, but
I can show you this picture, because it was taken in a badly lit room, using
my iPad and it turned out all nice and grainy, so now you have no idea if
I actually look this bad or if it's the fault of the photo taking conditions.
Anyway! What I wasn't expecting from the whole braid thing, was how EXCITED Lena
would be. "We are MATCHING Mommy!" and "Now we are twins!!!" And on
and on she went the rest of the night, so thrilled with our hairdos. At 6.00 the next
morning, I woke up to a tap tap tap on my shoulder, Lena's face in mine,
and she's tugging on her little braid whispering loudly:
"Mommy! Do you still have your BRAID???"
Daughters are great.
Except when they wake you up at 6.00 in the morning to discuss hair.
I bet you are glad you stopped by for that story.
Let's move along to things that have nothing to do with the weather or how my child and I are styling our hair... and get into things a little more random.
I'm sure you've noticed that from time to time, I like to poke a little fun at my husband. Well, you'll be happy to know, that I don't restrict my teasing to the man of the house.
My oldest child Reid is quickly turning from child to teenager, and it is great fun for us to watch the whole thing unfold. His younger brothers are in total awe of him... especially because he gets to sport that cool peach fuzz on the upper lip that boys are so lucky to get.
I'm cool. I know it. Anyone want to comb my moustache?
He yawns in my face all the time these days. Maybe because
he wants to sleep in until 10.00am but we wake him at 7.13am instead.
We're very specific about our wake up times here.
He fakes a smile... but little did he know I took this picture with
my "I expose your thoughts" camera.
We love you Reid :)