Something wicked this way comes

I have a witch's cackle. Sometimes it is quite evil. Other times (a.k.a. most of the time) it is quite frightening. It's very sudden, and very inherited. When all the hens in my family get together (my awesome sisters, mother, and aunts) the men all need ear plugs. Or a good appreciation for seriously funny jokes.

I was watching something on Netflix with my men today. Babalu (Baby boy's new nickname from Momma) was chillin' in my lap, watching the patio door lights, listening to the show along with us. He had just woken up and was still kind of groggily.
Something funny happened on the show (the translation from Russian was "party chicken"!) and I laughed. Thought nothing of it until Babalu jumped and let out the saddest, most heart-breakingly-loud cry ever.
Not the first time my laugh has surprised unsuspecting company.


Babalu, someday, ask your father. Maybe he'll tell you of times he had to sit where he could see my face to know that I was going to laugh. Or about times my laugh woke him up from a deep, deep slumber.

But what he definitely will tell you is that you're stuck with the witch's cackle forever, but know that it's better to have a Momma with a loud laugh, than one who never laughs at all.

I got a second or two.

Still thinking on what to rename the blog. No ideas.


Explanation on why it's pink though: My world is so filled with, nay, drenched with testosterone that I need something pretty for me.

... Maybe that goes without saying. But settling for a blog to be my pretty thing?


It's worth it when the testosterone comes from these two.





Two seconds over.

Yikes

I haven't posted on here in like 3 years.

Now that there's perpetual entertainment and possible content
(in the form of a 10 week old juggernaut!) Maybe that will change.

I can't guarantee consistency, and honestly I don't think all Mommies should have a "get-out-of-promising-your-time free" card. Unlimited uses...

Anyway. The changes begin. Such as what to name the blog now that I AM the Momma!

Suggestions. Startiiiiiinnnnnnggggg.... NOW.

True Little Miss Attitude

My teacher's adorable 2 year-old grandaughter came in today to just hang out with her Dad and Grandma, as she does often on Saturdays.
She's incredibly shy, but everyone thinks she's so cute and will talk directly to her. She'll turn away or talk to Grandma instead. (Its so funny.) The only time I ever see her kind of open up is when she's sitting in a chair getting her hair braided. She gets to hold the comb, all eyes are on her, she loves it.
Frances had been helping her out all afternoon, just talking with her and trying to get her to open up. Towards the end of her visit, Grandma decided Frances needed a tip, and gave the money to little Jocelyn (grandaughter) to give to Frances. Grandma waited on the other side of the room, in eyesight, and sent her to Frances.
What does any girl do with a dollar of her own? Go shopping. Jocelyn starts off to the vending machine for chocolate. She gets cut off by Frances (who doesn't know the money is supposed to be hers).
Frances: "Where are you going? Do you want to buy something? I'll help you." (Reaches out hand)
Jocelyn: ".... No THANK you..." Immediately runs to Dad.
Her face said what she was thinking. Don't let her take my money!

Hobbits had it right.

Breakfast... second breakfasts... elevensies... Can we come up with cool names for our naps too!?

Saturday, after a full and peaceful night's sleep, I made breakfast, took a nap, did some stuff, took a nap, got trick-or-treater candy (that eventually ended up as our candy stash, a.k.a. bribes!) and went to bed relatively early for me on a Saturday.

2 real night's sleep and 2 naps?! That, my dear children, is called LUCKY.

Transformers...

"...Meets the eeeeeyyyeeeeeee."

"MORE than meets the eye, Nick."

"That's not how it goes! 'Transformer! Meets the eeeyyyeeeeeeeeeeee.'"

Where oh where did my musical genius go? :(

Happy Halloween

Halloween is such a depressing holiday.
For diabetics.

We had a bag of 105 pieces of chocolate (HEAVEN!!!) and we actually had to hide it from ourselves. The boys weren't even home!

It was that bad.

I think my blood sugar is still high.
Back to bed I go. Dad, you've got breakfast.