I know that when you start a blog, there is some unspoken expectation between the blogger and the bloggees that you will actually write something - if not something entertaining, then at least something.
But lately, man, I got nothin'.
It's not that there isn't anything going on. In fact, it has been a very busy summer. It's just that, well, since I have my new apple toys, I am spending all of my time playing with them. Not actually using them to do productive things like write or edit photos or videos (which is what I swore to my darling husband I would use them for), but to tinker and piddle around. Turns out I am really, really good at piddling around.
Anyway - here are some random tidbits from the house o'boys. (I am still bitter that someone else owns that blog name and doesn't even use it!).
- Ben runs around the house slashing the air with invisible swords, yelling "Me, Inwah Yones." (Translation: I am Indiana Jones.)
- Sam has taken up the term "freakin" and uses it appropriately. Today, it was, "Mom, can you move your freakin' butt?" Lovely. I am relieved that he did not pick up this one from me. Freakin' is a distinctly Aaron word.
- I had my eyebrows waxed, plucked, trimmed and tinted last night. I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror. It is strange. Like if I suddenly died my hair candy apple red. Noone else has noticed though. Hmmmm...
- Jack has a mole on his head that has all four symptoms of a melanoma. I thought I was being a hypochondriac (can you be a hypochodriac for your children?) but when I showed it to his pediatrician, she said, "I don't like the looks of that." We have an appt with a dermatologist tomorrow.
- My parents have been staying with us for a month. It has been great, but I am waiting for my house of cards to fall down. When family stays with you for a week, you can sort of hold it together and pretend that you have your act together. After a month, the cracks are showing big-time.
- Jack "really, really, REALLY" (his words) wants to buy a tampon for a quarter. Every time we walk past the machine in the women's restroom, he begs me for one. It doesn't matter what it is, or what its purpose is, the kid knows that when you put a quarter in a machine and wait for something to pop out, it's all good.
- If I just throw in that part about the mole on Jack's head all super-casual like I just did, does that mean it really can't possibly be true? Cuz that's the effect I'm going for. Totally not worried, totally not wanting to vomit every time I think about it.
Time for me to go spend some quality time with my husband on the couch before he suspects I am having an emotional affair with my new laptop.