Check Out...

...my red hot smokin' hubby's

...cool new shoes.

*swoon*

(and yes, that's his home office).

(and yes, martinis are allowed).

The Midnight Groomer

So I may or may not have taken that little clipper-groomer thingy that is about the size of a pencil and...

...tip-toed into my precious toddler boy's room after he'd fallen asleep

...and gave a couple quick swipes between his eyebrows to clean up the little blonde hairs that are beginning to show signs of forming a unibrow.

He's three.

And very, very adorable.

But the child has the eyebrows of a 25 year old.

I will go to great lengths for good grooming.

I am like the back alley version of a stage mom.

First Day of School - 2009

For prosperity, here are our First Day of School 2009 photos. Really, it's just another day at daycare, but since all "da big kids" are starting school today, so is Adam!

Here he is with yours truly. I had not had nearly enough caffeine at this early hour so you may not want to double-click on the photo or anything like that.

And here is with his much-more-awake dad. We added the helmet for good measure. And yes, he did wear it in the car all the way to school.

If you're starting school around your house this week too, I hope you have a wonderful school year.

If you're not starting school at this ungodly early date, enjoy your last week(s) of summer!

Lord, Give Me Patience

Yesterday while I was working on a decorating project in our bedroom, Adam became enthralled with the books in our bookcase. Which isn't at all surprising. The 4,872 toys and games he has are so boring and so yesterday.

He took a special liking to a book about parenting. I can't remember the title because 1) I have not read the book, though I've had it for years and 2) my short-term memory is so short I'd have to write myself a note about what I had for breakfast if I really cared to remember.

There was a sweet little drawing of a child at the beginning of each chapter and he was especially enthralled with Chapter 9 - Teach a Child Tolerance and He Will Learn Patience. The drawing showed a little boy watering a plant.

What's diss say, Mama? ... his sweet little finger gliding along the words in the chapter title.
It says, "Teach a Child Tolerance and He Will Learn Patience."

Patience? {wrinkles up nose} What's dat mean?
Well, for example when you ask me over and over and over again for some juice and I am right in the middle of something and can't get it for you, you sometimes get mad. When I ask you to wait I am asking you to have patience. It means to be respectful and not try to put yourself and what you want first all the time. That picture with the little boy watering a plant is there because a plant doesn't grow right away. It takes time - days and days and days for a plant to grow. And you have to be patient for it to grow from little to big.
And that was that. He moved on to more books and I moved on to the great lamp / furniture / artwork shuffle that resulted in zero decorating achievements for the afternoon. (But I did make the bed and dust. Amen.)

Later, when Adam and I sat down to read after his bath, he once again became enthralled with that book and turned right to the page with the little boy tending to his plant.

What's diss say again, Mama?
Teach a Child Tolerance and He Will Learn Patience. And do you remember what patience means?

Yes! It means dat if I keep askin' for juice all da time, you should be patient wiff me askin' over and over and work harder on tryin' to get it for me right away.


Well.
I do pray for patience a lot.

Thank the Lord I now have a cute little boy here on Earth to help me along.

Graco, Take Me Away

As I sludged through crowds of back-to-school and tax-free holiday shoppers today, I was thinking how much I missed having my own personal shopping cart and drink holder...

...aka a stroller.

Wonder if the 3yo would be willing to regress once a week or so. Perhaps I could rig one up with a DVD player and juice bar.