1. My children covered in bubbles in the jacuzzi tub at the fancy schmancy boutique hotel. I'm partial to the one of my son wearing a Santa-esque bubble beard.
2. My husband bed hogging in the miniature full sized bed at the fancy schmancy boutique hotel.
3. My family's ability to trash a perfectly lovely hotel room at the fancy schmancy boutique hotel.
4. Zero pictures of Shamu because my kid fell and busted her chin open in the water park area at Sea World before we even got to see him. I know. What the hell. $134 to get in and we didn't even get to see Shamu. And everyone we encountered at the emergency room where we went to get her chin glued back together kept asking if we at least got to see Shamu before it happened. Um, no. But thanks for pointing that out to the kid who already thinks her day went to hell in a hand basket. Although, no one needs to feel sorry for that kid because her father and I sprang for an overpriced horse drawn carriage ride the next day and it's the first thing she tells everyone when they ask about her trip.
5. The new 50 inch television my husband bought himself that turned out to have a hole in the screen when we opened the box. I'm proud to say I restrained my laughter in the face of his utter disappointment. He'd cleared a spot to put it and everything.
6. The 4 rooms we ended up painting in our house even though we both agreed we were only painting the tiny half bath and hall. I came out of the bathroom after 30 minutes of touch up painting to discover all the furniture in our front room stacked up and covered with a drop cloth. It reminded me vaguely of the time we agreed to stop for the night in Tennessee on a cross country drive but woke up at 2 am to discover we were in Virginia.
7. The newly whitened 50 year old grout in our half bath. I'd like to explain how I bleached it but I'm pretty sure all the tile whitener crap did was paint it. I'm fine with that though because it looks way better and should hold up long enough for us to sell this house.
8. My children standing on the roof of the playhouse in our living room. Before you have kids, you think that sort of thing would give you a heart attack. I'm here to tell you the initial shock wears off quickly. Then you even start to convince yourself it's a good way to wear off some energy as long as there are pillows on the floor and no pushing is allowed.
9. My son wearing lipstick after his sister used him as her real life Torso doll. There was also some fingernail polish involved.
10. The skinhead that is supposedly my baby boy. My husband claims he told the lady at Super Cut the wrong number on the razor. I haven't decided yet whether or not I believe him. What I know for a fact is that "number 5" is the incorrect setting for my baby's hair because I do not enjoy the "just got to boot camp" look on my baby. The child has his whole life to annoy me with his hair. Let's maintain cute baby curls while we can.
8 comments:
Oh wow-you've had a lot going on! Poor daughter of yours...the chin thing had to be a real bummer for her. And the money part of it would have been a bummer for me, as bad as I would have felt about the injury. That stinks.
Agreed on the haircut too. I mistakenly cut my own son's hair WAY too short last summer. As short as you can possibly cut it before removing his scalp. I was horrified.
Congrats on the painting and grout though!
Awww, I would've loved to see those pics--boo to your brother! ;) My daughter did the exact same thing at Sea World except she busted her face and loosened her front teeth. But I got her an icepack and made her tough it out because it cost a fortune! lol Should I have admitted that outloud?
Too bad about Sea World!
And the haircut? I feel really bad for you because I hate to see adorable little boys with barely any hair (usually taken by their fathers to get it cut). At least it will grow back (hopefully pretty quickly!).
hhahahahahaha. I have to admit the whole television thing made me snort because today, during the 2nd trip to Home Depot, Mr. Hot counted wrong. I told him he counted wrong.
He didn't believe me.
He found out I was right.
I also restrained. Man, was that hard.
Full size beds, meanwhile, are perfect for bedrooms that have wide space to accommodate said bed while not minimizing the remaining space for free movements. Full size beds are ideal or best suited for people who are sharing the same one bed since it can accommodate more than one person. It is an ideal size of bed among couples since it has an ample space to move around.
Just stumbled across your blog for the first time. Great post! I'll be back! (I could so imagine what my own husband's face would have looked like when opening that television!)
Yes, a lot going on. Sorry to hear about your incident at Sea World; seems like something that would happen to us.
Ah, you travel like we do... It's just not vacation unless you've made an appearance at the ER :P
I found your #6 way more funny than I probably should have -- I'm laughing with you -- honest!
And your #10 made my eyes pop out with an appalled gasp -- he DIDN'T!! Oh, I would have had a complete and utter fit! Hope it grows back soon :(
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