Monday Musings

My camera broke.

Let me clarify. It didn't just break on its own. I didn't drop it. No. I'm pretty sure that the culprit starts with an R and ends in an OSE.

I can't be 100% sure, but there is evidence that suggests it may have been her...

...for every time I turn on my camera, I find photos like this...

...and this...

What?!?! a)What 3-year-old needs that much toilet paper? and b)Please know I was just as appalled to find that on my camera as you are to see it here on the blog.

Thomas had his acting debut as "1st Billy Goat Gruff" in the 2nd grade presentation of Lemonade last week. I had to make a Billy Goat Gruff costume. There were costume suggestions that made me chuckle roll my eyes. They included things like "dye a white sweatsuit brown" and "use the disk from an ice cream push-pop to make the horns."

I pulled up Billy Goat Gruff on Google images. I found Thomas a brown shirt and brown sweat pants. I made a hat with horns. (He may or may not have resembled a bunny rabbit.) Anywho, you can imagine my horror when I saw "2nd Billy Goat Gruff" had a rented goat costume.


a) Renting was not a suggestion, and b)It's on like Donkey Kong...just wait until the 3rd grade play, and c)My kid is faster than yours, and d)...

What? This isn't a competition? Mothers should all support one another, hold no grudges, and not judge one another? Okay. If you say so. (<------ actually a great article on surviving the Mommy Mafia.)

My left ear is clogged. I'm having a battle with the laundry around here, and losing. My 2-year-old drank cumin from the bottle this morning. She smells like a Thai restaurant.

Need a good book? Read Markus Zusak's I Am The Messenger. I devoured it--just couldn't put it down. I wish I could read it again for the first time.

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