Bald is Badass

Lenten update: mouse #8 has met its maker in the garage.

Cupid Strikes Again

Valentine's Day at first only served to remind me how I'm losing my mind.  I bought small treats for the kids in advance (against my better judgment) and hid them in a place that I just knew I'd remember when the time came to find them.

It took six hours of on-and-off searching to find the heart-shaped chocolate.

Kamikaze Monopoly

Everyday I get to wake up no less than eight different times.  The first time will be Eve asking if she can sleep with me, and ten times out of ten I say yes because I'm too tired to fully comprehend the question she survived cancer! The next two times will be Natalie and Daniel laughing maniacally at each other while turning on all the lights upstairs, because it is still dark outside.  After that, Eve will wake me up to ask if she can use the potty in our bathroom, which must be so fabulous that she thinks every morning at 5 a.m. I am going to say it's too posh for her bottom.  Daniel will then come into the bedroom and ask if he can go downstairs and get a pack of crackers.  Natalie will come in next to tell me Daniel is downstairs eating a pack of crackers.  I get up again to go pee, because Eve is laying on my bladder.  Then, just before the sun rises, I will be awakened to some sort of construction paper craft shoved in my face accompanied by the voice of a grade schooler who says, "Here, Mommy.  I made this for you!"

The case of the busted face

After a fun Friday the Thirteenth at Duke, we loaded up the van and headed to Matt's mom's house.  We stopped at Taco Bell for our victory tacos and our van smelled of taco meat for the rest of the weekend.  I'm sure it didn't help that we ate twelve of them inside a closed vehicle with the heat on.  There is nothing to speed away the smell of taco cling other than time, and maybe a box of baking soda.