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.

Memory Lane: Quincy and the Halloween Dessert

Once upon a time I put granola in my breakfast bowl and went to the fridge for milk, only to find that there wasn't any.
So I grabbed a V-8 and headed to work.
On my way home from work I stopped at the grocery store and picked up breadsticks and sour cream for dinner that night and headed home.
The next morning I put granola in my breakfast bowl and went to the fridge for milk, only to find that there still wasn't any.
So I grabbed a V-8 and headed to work.
On my way home from work I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some fresh tomatoes and a jar of pickle stackers for dinner that night and headed home.

When I got home I realized what I'd done.  Again.

Don't worry, the kids got things like pancakes for breakfast. 

But last night, when I got home and realized that, for the second day in a row, I'd stopped at the store and not bought milk, we rounded up and went to Target for odds and ends as a family... and I finally got milk.

Today I decided that I needed to go through that giant binder that has sorted, un-scrapbooked pictures in it and start posting my old fall/Halloween pictures.

The first one I came across is pretty lame, but I didn't have too much time to rummage through the binder since, as always, I'd left this to last minute and I needed to splitsville to work.

So today you get this:

I look so little.

And I'm thinking my cake skills have come along a bit since then...

Any guesses on how old I was in this picture???

This was October of 2002, I was 23 years old, and about 3 months (?) pregnant with my third child.  I was living in Quincy, Washington on the Hodges farm and I remember having this picture taken.  I'm pretty sure I made this dessert for a dinner that we'd invited people over for?  We were always inviting people over for Sunday dinner, and hands down, this picture was taken on a Sunday because I still have that skirt, and believe me, I only wear skirts on Sunday.

I used to be such a social person, but it seems I'm not so much any more. 

Perhaps I'll make that a resolution.  We need to start inviting people over more.  Game night?  Dessert night?  Plain ol' come eat dinner with us night.  I just wonder if anyone would want to :).

I remember being pretty dang pleased with that there dessert, as you can see by the humongous smile on my face. And the fact that I had a picture of it taken, because frankly, there aren't a lot of pictures with me in them from back then.

Alrighty then... who's coming over on Saturday ;).