Destructo

Wiggle Man was very, very excited about the snow we got yesterday.

Very. Excited.

And he was very, very sad that I wouldn't let him play in it yesterday. (Someone had a double ear infection. And it wasn't me.)

I let him out today, being the kind prison warden that I am. We made snow angels, and this snowman.


Who was promptly knocked over minutes after this picture was taken by Wiggle The Destructo.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have hot chocolate to attend to.

Kisses,

Wiggle-Isms

Because I should not be the only one to enjoy my son's isms, I share them with you. You're welcome, world.

"I not go to college today, Mom." (Oh, ok.)

"No plolemo!" (His attempt at no problemo...my trilingual child.)

"That's kindy diffwent." (My hair, apparently.)

"Let's hit the road!"

"I have bees in my ears." (Before we discovered he actually had a double ear infection. Sigh.)

"My hiccups are red and spawkwee wif hot dogs on dem!" (I don't have a clue.)

"We having a pawty for BALENTIME'S DAY! Pink cookies wif spwinkles!"

Kisses,

Wiggle-isms

"I'm STO hungry." (I don't know why he puts a 't' in there.)


"I don't WANNA be big. I wanna stay just like dis." (Me too, baby. Me, too.)



"Let's go check in the covered!" (Covered=cupboard. Usually comes after "I'm STO hungry!")



"I love you so much, Mom." (It's not funny, but I do love to hear that one.)

Wiggle Man, pointing to my sweatshirt: "Mom, what does dis say?"
Me: "It says, 'Lake George, NY'. It's a place Mommy and Daddy visited before you were born. I think you'd like it there."
WM: "Do they have cake there?"

"Ta-NA!" (He usually shouts this to announce his presence when he runs into the room naked.)

Man, I love this kid.

Kisses,

Christmas Chaos

Is your house as chaotic as mine right now?

Do you find yourself anxiously crunching on mini-wheats while you think you about all you still have to wrap/clean/bake/fold before you go to bed?

Have you attempted two more batches of sea salted caramels after your first perfect batch only to have them both fail miserably? No, that one's just me?

Are you whispering through clenched teeth to your son that he can not be Thomas the Tank Engine in the Christmas play and that he needs to just put on his Wise Man costume NOW!

Are you overwhelmed by the cookies that abound?

I'm really hoping that this week will be calmer. I think I have everything just about done, and can enjoy the season. Live nativities and time with friends await.

However, in the midst of chaos, I've found that animated robots amuse me. So here you go:

I Tried Again

What Happens When You Stay Up Late Playing On The Computer

Randomness

Because I know you were sitting around today hoping for random facts about me.

Admit it.

Wait, you weren't? Oh. My bad.

Annnnyyyywayyyy....

*The last minute of the William Tell Overture makes me feel like I'm late for math. 12 years after graduating high school. There's some social conditioning for you. (Some hilarious soul thought it would be a great idea to play the last minute of the good ol' WTO over the PA system as warning "get yourself to class before you're late" music.)

*My feet are cold. But sockless. Which is contributing to the problem.

*I like the house at 72 degrees. The Rev does not. Guess who wins? (Not me.)

*There is apparently a whole other British tune to "O Little Town Of Bethlehem." I feel like this is something I should have learned growing up, and now will have to research.

*I cried through all of The Shred day 14. Level Two is kicking my tail. I'm so very afraid of Level Three.

*I put up the Christmas lights outside all by myself. With my sister-in-law. The point is, I did it sans Rev. And now he needs to fix them, because apparently only three strands of lights go on each outlet, and I have four. And two blown fuses to prove it.

*I went to Target yesterday. I want to find a reason to go again today.

*I still can't use the afghan involved in the centipede incident. I'm afraid he still lives there.

*I have successfully avoided cleaning the bathrooms for 3 days now.

*I couldn't finish singing a song in choir practice last night when my friend pointed out that "Feel the holy peace" sounds a lot like "Feel the holy peas" when we sing it. Know the French Peas from Veggie Tales? Yeah...that's what I kept picturing. I could hardly breathe from laughing so hard. My apologies to our choir director.

*I have a pretend puppy. Really it's just Wiggle Man "puhtendin'" to be a puppy.

*I love how he says puhtendin'.

*I have no idea what's for dinner, but since The Rev is at a meeting and won't be home, I'm sure it will be something microwavable.

These are the things of life these days.

Kisses,

The Missus