Go White Boy, Go White Boy, Go!

Seriously - talk about hidden talents!

Good news...and other fun stuff

We recently learned that Jack had been accepted into a local private school for kindergarten - and I'm still just over the moon about it. We didn't think we had a chance for acceptance because it is a church-based school and we are not parishioners - plus the competition was pretty stiff (30 spots and 45 applicants), but he got in! His test scores were awesome, which I knew they would be, and I'm so very proud of him!

In other silly story news...Benny spent a large portion of tonight sticking his fingers down the back of my pants. Clearly I either need a belt or to keep them pulled up more often. He thought it was hilarious, but I prefer that he not find my crack so entertaining.

This weekend I stalked another mom to find out the brand of shoe she was wearing. They were cute little yellow sandals, and I desperately coveted them on sight, but don't know her well enough to be all "hi, I'm in love with your sandals...where did you get them? what brand? I must have them!), so I just gazed longingly at them for a while, wishing I had the guts to ask her about them. Then! I looked up from fishing a piece of half chewed pizza crust out of my bra (thanks Benny) to see that she was standing in front of me with one knee on a bench, so the bottom of her shoe was facing me. I was able to read the brand off the sole, and when I got home, started Googling until I found them! They will be mine very soon!

Happiness is...

Listening to Jack try to say Modern Marvels and turbo detonator (martyred marbles and turbo deponator).

I love his lisp.

Mobility and maturity

Ben started crawling officially about 2 weeks ago. It was a Saturday - on Sunday, out of what I like to think was concern for his brother's well-being but was probably more out of toy preservation, Jack cleaned up his room. It was spotless. I don't think I could have done a better job (he only shoved one thing under his bed).

I wonder what it will take for this to become a regular occurrence? But, I wonder the same thing about when he'll stop pooping in his underwear.

Right.

"MakeYourMommiesCrayzee" Day at School

So, yeah...I haven't posted in 2 or 3 months...I could say that it is because we've been busy, which we have, but whatevs...the truth is I'm lazy. So - I've accepted it and am moving on.



So today was "Bring Your Bike (or Scooter) to School" day at preschool. I'd like to note that the person who thought that bright idea up was also off today so didn't have to witness the cursing that ensued as parents all over the area remembered this at the very last minute and had to rummage through their garages/backyards/junk piles to find the required bicycles and scooters.



Let me paint the picture - if you've ever seen our garage, you know that we are like those fish that grow to the size of their tanks...i.e., we've got a huge garage and a huge amount of crap to match. So I stumble through the piles of junk, extricate the bicycle (complete w/spiders); stub my toes (flip flops are not a good idea in my garage) accidentally bonk Benny in the head with it because he and Jack insisted on being "right there!" when I was trying to get thru the hallway (he's fine) and into the car. Somehow I managed to drag it into school while helping Jack w/his helmet (he insisted on wearing it into school even though the bike riding wasn't slated to happen for 2 hours - comedy!) - all one handed while holding Ben (who was spazzing out in his own right) and his paraphernalia. Holy crap. I needed a drink before 8:00 a.m.



(This post is dedicated to my friends Aimee and Becky for suggesting that my Twitter postings are blog-worthy. Not sure if that is the case as I stumble around trying to find my voice here - but at least I'm writing...so thanks ladies!)