March has been busy.
The Munchkin turned 3. Say what? I have a 3 year old? Yes, yes I do. Per her request, the day was centered on Finding Nemo and was shared with friends and family. Happy little girl.
A leprechaun reeked havoc in our house with green food, green toilet water and a pot of gold of Rolo's, cause that is what I like.
Little C is almost 10 months old and growing like crazy. Teething and drooling are high on her daily "to-do" list.
Having a freezing dang cold arctic picnic on a beach in Seattle. I promised the Munchkin we could do it. Warm at our house, freezing at the beach. Did I mention it was cold? And why do kids seem to be immune to cold? I was ready to go within 30 seconds. But I'm not that mean, I let us stay about 10 minutes, that is how mean I am. Don't ask me what the people in the background are doing there, they are crazy.
I dropped a 2 1/2 pound wedge of Jarlesberg on my toe. Maybe karma for only staying at the beach for 10 minutes?
Austin harvested his beard - aka he shaved.
And I somehow conned Austin into watching Little Dorrit with me.
He originally thought I said Little Borat, which may have something to do with why he watched it.
And I somehow conned Austin into watching Little Dorrit with me.
He originally thought I said Little Borat, which may have something to do with why he watched it.
