I shuddered, "Oh noOOOO. You are NOT bringing our small boys to your old ghetto school".
"Don't worry", John said. "It's on a Saturday. No thugs or gangstas will be attending. Just nerds will be there."
Me, pausing...."Are we considered nerds too?"
"Without a doubt", John replied. Without a moments hesitation.
Now where would he get an idea like that?!
Hm...not because I still have my old lab coat hanging up in my closet next to my wedding dress....and chem books propping up the baby's pack n' play so he can breath better from his cold...nope, no nerds here.
Speaking of colds. We got hammered this month.
Calvin jump-started the month with a cough, which he lovingly passed off to Ollie. Not to be outdone, Finn got the pukes, and gave them to daddy...and then to Calvin and Ollie--who both puked a grand total of one time each. Somewhere in the mix, Twain got sick, and after being coughed in the face for the umpteenth time, I got sick too. If you can't beat them, join them. Thankfully we are starting to do much better.
I just found the following photo on my camera.
After Ollie yacked, John sat him down on the floor with a big tupperware to puke in and then gave him a tiny muffin to eat. Ollie thought the huge tupperware was a bowl for his muffin. After each nibble on his muffin he'd place it back in his *bowl*:
When I see this picture, all I can think is "I believe I ordered the *large* cappuccino."
The first person to tell me where that line comes from wins...um...a *large* cappuccino? A $5 Starbucks gift card.
I know, my generosity astounds even me.
And wait, it gets better--you have to wait until February to get your measly gift card because all of my blow money from January is, well, blown. Ah, the joys of budgeting on the envelope system!
Ok, I am borderline delirious. The baby is getting his top teeth and John and I have been up with him for the last 3 nights. I miss sleep. Really badly.