Batman does not wear underwear

You'd think underwear would be a no-brainer, right?  We are having a hard time convincing Jackson that underwear is necessary.  It started with no shirt and quickly progressed to no underwear.   

me: "Why don't you like to wear underwear J?"

Jackson: "The thing is,  there are pokey things in my underwear."

me: "But we just bought you new pokey-free underwear at Target."

Jackson: (sadly) "It's still pokey."

me: "ARGH!!!!"

Gym Rants

People, please tell me why, oh why you would wear a Victoria Secret half-cup push-up bra, with a sheer, sparkly, sequined top to a weight lifting class?  But of course, if you did, your outfit wouldn't be complete without a few large rhinestone bracelets and don't forget to flash the poor flat-chested woman behind you.  Let her know what it looks like to have boobs and remind her that her sports bra is just for show.  Thank you for the view today sparkly-topped well-endowed woman.  I can't wait to see what you have on next Wednesday.

And a special dedication goes out to my favorite Spin Class instructor who while at least forty, calls himself "Hops", and let all of us spin-crazed women know up-front that while he is a player and a flirt, he does not date people from the gym.  (And, sadly, yes he was being FOR REAL.)    I, for one, am truly relieved.  I might have been tempted to leave my husband of 11 years for you, Hops.  Your thoughtfulness is truly appreciated.  I'm going to go cry into my sugar-free sparkling water now and wonder about what could have been.   At least I know that tomorrow, I will get to hear more about how you never have to wait in line at the airport, like regular people.  And maybe you will tell the story again about how you met your close, personal friend the director the of the DMV.  I can't wait.

The Faces of Teething...

The New and Improved Family Room....TA DA!!!

Don't look to close.  Jackson already spilled grape juice on the ottoman cover and well, let's not talk about the other things that I messed up on.  You are welcome to come over and sit but don't move anything--it might just fall apart.  :)

Funny Ella

If you've ever used Downy Wrinkle Releaser you know that it is like manna from heaven for those of us who hate to iron.  I hate ironing.  I try and do it once every six months when the guilt and the huge pile of clothes overwhelm me.  On that special day, you can hear the thrilled and surprised sounds from my husband and children exclaiming, "Wow.  I forgot I had that shirt!" or  "Hey, I remember this!" So it is no wonder that my husband was asking me over and over again one evening if I knew where the Wrinkle Releaser was located. (note he did not ask me to iron his shirt--he's lived with me long enough!) I replied that I thought we were out of it.  He was disappointed and decided he might have to change his shirt--until Ella stepped in!

Ella:  Dad, I know where the wrinkle releaser is.

Robert: You do? 

Ella:  Yeah,  come on.  I'll show you!

(She takes him to the Laundry Room and shows him the iron and ironing board.)

Ella:  Here it is Dad.  Do you want me to show you how to use it?

Me: I am having a fit of hysterics!  She is so my daughter.  

I Promise...

 Never to force you to listen to my music choices just by clicking on my blog.  

 

That's all you're getting out of me.