JuJuBee

Disregard This

We are homeowners. Officially. Today.

Holy hell.

Please don't let anything break or leak or fall in or freeze or flood or catch on fire.

That being said...

WE BOUGHT A HOUSE! TIME FOR BUNCHES OF BOOZE!  I STARTED ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO, CAN YOU TELL?

I'M NOT YELLING.

Maybe She'll be a Podiatrist

No time to write anything but a quick update. We are closing on the house this Friday and the truck shows up at our house to load next Friday. As in NEXT FRIDAY...the 23rd. I know! That is SOON! I'm not ready! Must get away from this screen.

Speaking of trucks...why did no one warn me that professional movers are also professional bend-you-over-and-give-it-to-you-good-right-where-it-hurts rapists? I never knew. They better plan on giving me a cold stiff drink and a smoke when this whole thing is over.

Okay then....on to the supplemental pictures!

Each and every day Miss Attitude Extraordinaire will inspect her toes for a good ten minutes before bathtime and extract each tiny piece of lint that she can find. I believe she hides a microscope in her diaper, as I'll be damned if I can see anything there. Today, she discovered a new hobby:

Then we have this here baby who is growing faster than I know how to deal with. It's a shame he's been so neglected as an unfortunate side effect of the move. At least he can find attention from that cute baby in the mirror:

 

And last but not least...not an image, but a wish. I wish my Mother the best year ever. Can't wait to celebrate her birthday when I see her next week. Of course by "celebrate" I mean "hey you...can you carry that box down to the basement for me?". Go wish her a wonderful 35th birthday.

They Let Us Out of Prison Today!

Our First Real Conversation

Me: Maddie?

Her: What.

M: I'm sorry I made you shower with me. I didn't know you would be so afraid.

H: Ok.

M: I love you.

H: I wuv eww.

M: I love you.

H: Good.

Google Me

I finally beat out that fucking clown.

No really, Google me!

Yeah, that's right, Clownie.

Quick Question

Is it strange that I still pick LittleJuJu's clothes in the morning? He is 7, he is a 1st grader. I have full confidence that he could pull together an outfit that I would not mind him leaving the house in, and honestly, I have way more on my plate right now to worry about, so why do I do it?

We had a little shouting match disagreement this morning over what he was going to wear for Picture Day at school. I chose a nice oxford blue button down, he chose a nice red plaid button down. They were basically the same shirt except for the pattern. So why did I care so much? Why did he care so much?

I try to be fair when laying out his clothes and I try to keep the temperature in mind. I let him wear his ugly batman/spiderman/superman tee-shirts maybe twice a week with a long sleeved tee underneath because we live in the freakin North Pole and let's face it, the kid hasn't much meat on his bones...he needs layers. He typically doesn't  complain about what I pick. There have been a few times I sent him to school in a sweater, only to find it balled up in his backpack when he returned home. Other than that he seems fine by it.

So, my question is...is it strange that I still dress him, and at what age did you being to pick your clothes? I have no experience with these grade school kids yet. Ask me about babies, and I'm all covered.

(I remember being in kindergarten and crying because my mom sent me to school in this green herringbone-type patterned dress...do you remember that dress, Mom? Wow, I really hated that...)