Friday, December 14, 2012
Thank you kind sir for offering to take a picture of my handsome family. This will definitely be in the running for potential Christmas card pictures this year. How we all managed to be sneering at the same time... you truly captured a magical moment.
Jon was watching Thor in the living room, I was in the kitchen and it hit me: "How in the world does Thor's brother survive falling off the edge of his magic world at the end of Thor to come back to be the villain in The Avengers?? Totes not even real."
Jon's response: "Loki has lots of magical powers."
Completely deadpan, not even joking. It was at this moment I realized that I am married to Napoleon Dynamite. What's next, is he going to tell me that his favorite animal is the liger?
Last night Sam informed me, "You're the boss, but daddy's the good guy". I am still unsure how I feel about this.
I am the sick one now. The one moping around, wallowing in self pity. But somehow it is way less cute when I do it, and about 100% more annoying. but does this stop me? absolutely not.
Sam met another milestone this week: shoving inanimate objects into unsuspecting orifaces.
The culprit: a tiny piece of orange peel
The victim: Sam's right nostril
The saving grace: his snotty, runny nose--that little bugger slid right out within a couple of hours