The Joke's On Me. And Osmosis Genetics.

Well, it finally happened.  Sleet is slushing from the sky.  A wonderful combination of snow and rain.
Not that I actually enjoy it, but sometimes it's nice when a storm blows through. 

This, of course, affects The Man and his ability to work outside.

So he gets to play stay-at-home dad today.  Which includes making sure the kids are dressed (I have a feeling that matching will be optional today), making sure that chores get done, and then he gets to haul all six to the dentist.

This, of course, makes me giggle inside.

Have you ever sat in a dentist's waiting room while you wait for six kids to cycle through cleanings with one dentist?

I hope he has a good book.

Which I know he doesn't so I giggle a little more.

But truthfully I think the joke's on me. 

If The Man is staying home and shuffling The Circus to the dentist then he needs the Navi. 

That leaves me with... the monster truck.

Seriously guys.

The hood of this monster truck is as tall as the regular truck in front of me.

And the drive-thru window at McD's?

(Curse you McDonald's Coke for sucking me in!)

(Why is McDonald's not endorsing all of my plugs with free cokes?)

They had to reach up to me.

Actually, I got a peppermint hot chocolate this morning.

 

It's the simple things in life.

 

Speaking of the simple things in life.

 

Brynn, October 2002, 1 year old

Brynn, Christmas night, December 25, 2003, 2 years old

 Seriously, I love this crying picture of Brynn.  She just did not want Christmas to end.

Brynn's biker bum, January 2004, 2 years old

 When we lived on the farm, and it was snowy and cold and winter time, and I only had two kids old enough to ride a bike (with training wheels of course) I let them ride inside the farm house.

Baby T-Bug, October 2004, 1 year old

She gets her chocolate brown eyes from Grandpa Dick.

 

We like to say this because it's impossible.  Grandpa Dick is my step-dad so there are no physical genetics crossing over here.  But still, sometimes you have to wonder if things like this happen by osmosis? Because even though my ex has brown eyes, his are more like root beer float than like chocolate.

 

It's the same as how I get my allergies from Grandpa Dick.

 

I don't question it.