Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Last One

I'm pretty sure this is my favorite picture from Sam's birthday.  Those eyes, man.

But I like this one an awful lot too:


We got Sam a new ride on tractor for his birthday.  I'll just let a picture of him explain how he feels about it:


Sweet Sam is 3.  And he is all sorts of the fabled "Trying Three's."  I swear he, just like every other 3 year old, is running some sort of psychological test to see just how many times he can whine, "Mamaaaaa?" before I just straight lose my shit.  Also?  The arguing.  He argued with me last night about the words on a page in a book "we" were reading.  Like consistently and persistently telling me I was reading the words incorrectly.  This was shortly after I left him in his bed with said book so I could help Alex, and about 27 seconds after I left the room, I heard him say in exasperation, "But but but...I don't know how to read."  That's right ya little shit, you don't.  So how's about you stop telling me I'm wrong?!  Hmmm?  Can we try that on for size?!

Man it's a good thing he's cute.  And oh he is cute.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Birthday Food Brunch

Awesome part of working from home after a birthday party that featured a taco bar?  Pork tacos for breakfast.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Morning Toys

Sam is obssessed with anything that can be hooked together.  This was him for a good half hour this morning:

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

This Bitch

Oh don't mind her...just lounging on the FRESHLY SHAMPOOED CARPET.  The carpet that I have to continually shampoo because OF HER.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

A Little Pop

The walls of the common areas of our house are all different shades of brown.  Brown brown brown.  Everywhere.  I hate it.  So after a quick three years of hating it, I finally decided to make some changes.

We have a 3/4 wall between the kitchen and living room, so I decided to paint the living room side of it red:
Fine and dandy.

I decided to paint the kitchen side of the wall blue, but I wanted a brighter blue.  Travis was concerned it was going to look like toothpaste.  I told him not to worry.  About 1/3 of the way into painting, I sent him a text informing him he was right and I was wrong and I hated it.  Knowing my constant and instant rejection to change, he replied, "Maybe you just need to let it dry and let it grow on you a little.  No picutre though?"

So I sent him a picture when it was done:
He did not respond.  At all.  So after about 20 minutes of radio silence, I sent "Your lack of response is speaking volumes."  He replied, "Just letting it dry and grow on me a little."  Funny man.

Alex, on the other hand, LOVES it.  He came home from school, walked in, dramatically dropped his backpack, and slowly walked through the kitchen staring at the walls and saying, "O...M...G...omg.  OMG!"  And when I asked if those were good or bad "omg's"?  "Good.  Those are good omg's.  I love it.  It's my favorite color ever.  Good job Mom."