Mostly-Mommy

Friday my mom got called to a birth so I went with my little bro (he’s almost 20) to get some wisdom teeth yanked out. Had to bring the kids which was interesting, especially while we waited with him in recovery. At one point Karsen pulled his phone out of his pocket and was trying to text while in a state of delicate consciousness. I shut him down so he mimed that he needed to write a desperate message. Here it is:

Did you get that? Yeah, me neither but it was really hard to stifle my giggling while he was very seriously writing it.

Saturday morning began with this:

Thank goodness it wasn’t permanent marker! We got him cleaned up and headed over to Lowe’s with some friends to build a firetruck.

Had some fun, came back home for a nice brunch and let the kiddos play for a while. While someone was supposed to be watching Zoey (certainly not ME) I discovered her looking like this:

SOMEBODY PICK UP THAT DAMN MARKER ALREADY!

Later Nick and I took a looooong trip to Target while the little one napped and we got her a backpack. I figured it was time so she’d have something to put her jammies in when she sleeps at her Grandma Sarah’s house (HINT, HINT).

She likes it. A lot.

Then Saturday night my mom and I made dinner for the whole lot of us. It was miso soup, Thai basil chicken with rice, edamame, and the main attraction was homemade CRAB RANGOON! Nice dinner huh? I didn’t get any pictures because dinner was promptly scarfed up by a pack of starving hyenas. We need to learn to shut our doors.

Nick spent the night with the Grandparents and we watched Zodiac. That was a weird movie because it was simultaneously interesting and BO-ring because it was about an hour too long.

Monday was Mike and I’s sixth anniversary so we celebrated by pawning off the spawn and going out to dinner, then over to the Uptown to see Beck! MGMT opened — they did a few great songs, a few fine songs, and a few frickin’ annoying songs that felt like a cheese grater going at the base of my skull. Fun though. And Beck was AWESOME! They were really interactive with the crowd and for one song they brought out “KC’s best tambourine player” to do a song with them. That guy was hilarious! Plus there was this old dude sitting across the aisle that would play air guitar and spontaineously throw a vigorous double THUMBS UP THUMBS UP THUMBS UP!!! Dude cracked us up. Great show, great company, and home by 11:00pm. Super. No pics though, not allowed, meh.

And that was the (long) weekend. How was yours?

Well crap. Why did I have to go reading blogs this morning before I got around to writing on my own blog? Why did I leisurely read this post while I drank my tea instead of getting down to business and writing something beautiful and poetic to my husband of six years on our anniversary? Crap. Happy Anniversary honey! You’re more than I ever could have hoped for. You complete me, and so on and so forth, I love you!

The most perfect feet. I love this man and his perfect feet. Perfect.

And as the most perfect gift of all time I am sitting here laughing my butt off as Zoey eats a tomato like an apple right next to her dad, and is going “Mmmmm, mmmmm!” (For those of you who aren’t aware, the Baby Daddy despises tomatoes with the fiery heat of a thousand burning suns. The mere sight makes him want to yak. Ha-ha-ha! The children LOVE tomatoes! Victory is mine!)

I have a huge blogcrush on Joy the Baker.

I found a link to her Double Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream (which I have shared with you before) and have been hooked ever since. Almost every recipe she posts makes me want to run into the kitchen, strap on my apron and get baking.

I’m discovering that I actually really enjoy baking even though I am terribly uneducated about how to do things properly. If I wasn’t so busy wrangling my kids every day I might just want to get some lessons in baking and do it professionally. I think it would be awesome to have an afternoon/after-dinner shop that served desserts and drinks only. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? A comfy place to chill out for a bit when you’re done with dinner but trying to kill some time before you have to get home and free the babysitter. I could do the baking and ice cream making and my lovely husband could fulfill his dreams of being a barista. Well, he doesn’t actually want to be a barista he just wants to have an excuse to get a giant, professional espresso machine. Perfect.

Any generous billionaires out there who are looking to finance the dreams of a very nice family?

As you may have noticed some things are looking a little different around here. I’d like to hope for the better! New theme (yes, I know it doesn’t have the best code but I like the design), a bit of reorganization, and what’s that over there? And down there? Wha… ADS? I thought I would give it a try and see if I can make enough to afford a lottery ticket habit because I’m sure that’s about the best I can ask for. But we’ll see, maybe I’ll become fabulously popular — spread the word! Tell your friends! And I know at least one of you has been (I’m looking at you mom) because I was nominated for “Hottest Mommyblogger” in the Blogger’s Choice Awards. Sweet! Now is that “hot” like hip or “hot” like smokin’ hot? I choose to believe it is both. Either way you should go vote for me because apparently I am HOT!

And while we’re on the topic of the new design, how to you like it? Do you hate the ads? Are you impressed by the wonderful work my wonderful husband did to make all these wonderful changes to my wonderful blog? (Thanks, honey!)

In other news, my children are cute. You can see this for youself over at Karrmedia where the new pictures are up for the month. I was actually only a week late getting them up this time but then I forgot to post about it here… c’est la vie I guess.

Put her to work, Lowe’s!

He thinks this face is charming. Or something. I don’t get three-year-olds.

I swear, kids grow up so fast these days.

See? Cute. I would never lie to you.

Mike went to Phoenix today to help his parents electronify their new digs. I know they will have a wonderful visit, but dang it I kinda like having him around here. And it would have been so fun if Nick could have gone with him. Especially for me.

Tonight I cooked frozen pizza using only the broil function of our oven. Both doughy AND burned! Just how I like it! Our oven (electric) started crapping out a few months ago, but the stovetop still works so we have been reluctant to shell out hundreds of dollars to replace it. Plus the oven works sort of, sometimes, you just never know IF it will work or HOW or AT WHAT TEMPERATURE. It’s like gambling. Once in a while I win big, baby! But most of the time the casino thugs take me to an unmarked room and beat the hell out of me. It’s the mystery that keeps me coming back for more. Well, that and my hungry kids.

I watched Hitman tonight. The main character didn’t scare me at all. In fact he reminded me of Joey Lawrence, not the creepy over-buff Joey Lawrence of now, but the goofy Joey Lawrence circa Blossom, but still bald.

Recently I discovered a recipe that I will guardedly share with you, my devoted readers. If I did not love you all so deeply I would not share the recipe for the most decadent, amazing, lick-the-bowl-then-go-back-for-seconds delicious, good-luck-not-eating-the-whole-dang-batch Double Chocolate Peanut Butter Ice Cream. Joy issues a warning that it will make you sick. She is right. TRY to show some self restraint. You will fail, but at least you tried.

Nick is firmly in THAT place. You know THAT place within the fourth year when you hear the word “Whyyy?” roughly 27,362 times an hour? THAT place that makes me want to scream “BECAUSE I SAID SO!” (and I frequently do), change my name and move to Bolivia.

I guess that’s it for now. Goodnight!