Wednesday, December 19, 2012

getting in the spirit

shirt: old navy, sweatshirt: target, coat & shoes: ross, jeans: nordstrom rack

Oh my garsh, it's almost Christmas!!  Aside from watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas with Sam for approximately the fourth time this month, here are some other things that have been helping me get  into the Christmas spirit...

 SNOW!!!!
 Light displays.

 The cutest little Christmas towns you ever did see.

Things that are helping Jon but not helping me feel the spirit of Christmas joy:
this guy's dirty 'stache.  This is the beginning of a small, yet disgusting, manly expression of the celebration of the freedom found in Christmas break.

Friday, December 14, 2012

lately


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


Monday, December 10, 2012

the upside


We had one of 'those' weekends.  You know the kind, when someone is sick, and  fevers & snotty noses make you cry, and even though you get to drink all the juice & watch all the movies you ever wanted, nothing is right with the world.  But in between letting out some good ol' cries conjured purely out of self pity, making sure everybody else wakes up with you & your misery at night, and lamentations of "I'm siiiiiiick.  sick, sick, siiiiiiiiick...", we had a few moments like the one above.  Where my busybody three-year-old was perfectly content to cuddle up on mama's lap and fall asleep.

Wonderful, sweet, toot-less cuddles {even Lucy joined in}.  ahhhh :)
There is always an upside. 

Monday, December 3, 2012

a fox

faux fur vest: Kohls, skirt {actually a dress} & turtleneck: Target, boots: Famous Footwear, belt: thrifted

Sam informed me that I look like a fox in this vest.
He then proceeded to pet me.
Now, I'm no scientist, but based on this data,
I'm pretty sure he was talking about the furry mammal kind of fox
and not the pretty lady kind.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

old school


I was in my little sister's room the other day and noticed a boombox sitting on her dresser.
A large grey and silver boombox with the remnants of a shiny star sticker on the top.
It was my old boombox, a middle school Christmas dream come true.

So, of course as any good big sister would do, I told her of the good ol' days before mp3 players & ipods with docking stations, and reveled in the glory days of CDs & cassette tapes.  She nodded along politely until something I said seemed to peak her interest.  "You can record songs right off the radio onto a tape??".  Suddenly, I was cooler than Twilight and Harry Potter combined.  After a brief discussion on whether or not you can even buy cassette tapes anymore, she managed to dig up some of my old homemade mixed tapes, filled to the brim with the Goo Goo Dolls, Savage Garden, Britney Spears, and the like, I'm sure.   We then pumped up the jams, as the cool kids would say {because I'm still cool, right??}, and had a little dance party with the old school boombox as she made her very own mixed tape straight off the radio.  Just passin' on the legacy...

Also, we are fantastic dancers.  It runs in our blood.  obviously.