Yes, I have the humor and maturity of a 12 year old boy. I made mom turn around in the middle of nowhere (well, apparently we were in Hookerton) so I could take a picture of this sign.
And for Michelle (ok, like the above picture wasn't for my hooker friend Michelle, but I digress...)
First, I'd like to give a THANKS to Michelle for teaching my kid to slap my ass and yell GIDDY-UP! Because he proceeded to do this as soon as he jumped on my back after I decided that it was pointless to NOT get in the pool because I was soaking wet from splashing.
And then he told me he was going to water me and make me grow. I told him as long as it was up, and not anymore OUT, I was good with that.
Okay. So not everything I make or have made in the past is wonderful, out of this world and to die for delicious. This would be one of those times. I followed a recipe for cake mix cookies last night. A box cake mix, a little milk, almond extract. Mix it together, coat your hands with cooking spray (I should have known right there, reading that) because the dough is super thick. Roll out little balls then flatten them slightly and stick a half a cherry on them and bake.
Well.
The beer is to soak them in to make them soft enough to chew so you don't break your teeth or dentures. And quite possibly, you will need the beer to make yourself drunk enough to eat them. The hammer and chisel, well, you'll probably STILL need them once you soak them in beer.
Ethan and I went out yesterday to do some shopping, and well, this:
I told him he could pick out any one he wanted. Of course he went for the sprinkles, DUH!
Do you see it?
What about now?
He has a few of these scattered through his hair. It drives me nuts. But I'm afraid to pluck them (yeah, I would) in fear more will sprout!
I told Ethan to give me a nice face for a picture. This is what I got. Not cool.
There really isn't any here.
It has hit 100 and over the past several days. Ethan can only go in the pool before 10am or after 6pm. It's just too hot. This morning in fact, he proclaimed it was TOO HOT and wanted to go inside. Now that's bad, coming from the kid who I have to drag inside by his toenails or bribe him with his fruit snacks. I've broken out the movies to keep him occupied (as if he doens't have enough toys here). The air conditioner hasn't had a break in the past few days, and only turns off once the sun goes down. But it's bad when it's already 85 degrees by 9am.
Do you know how to get rid of hiccups? No, not peanut butter. Not holding your breath while standing on your head. Not a tall glass of water. Ask Papa. And this is what you get.
Because don't you pull and wiggle your ears when you get a stubborn case of the hiccups?
Like you didn't already know? These are NOT pine cones, they are pineapples. If you try to correct him, beware, you WILL get yelled at. And who knew you could buy pine cones that you can find on the ground in a store?
