(1)Wow. Two numbered list posts in a row. Pretty high-falutin' bloggin' goin' on up in here (oooh, three words in a row with an apostrophe instead of a "g." Super fanciness comin' [there's another one!] at you straight from Chez Berberbera [the girls had a ballet teacher who said our last name like that]), I tell ya what.
Anyway, I think we've been milking this last month of summer for all it's worth or something because I feel like...freeze! Announcement! Tommy is doing the dishes while I write this extremely worthy tome of epic proportions. Pretty fair division of labor if you ask me.
No I have not been drinking. Yes, I should start.
This happened on Sunday:
Dat baby is cuhrazy.
Not pictured: mud going into mouth
(3)Then at some point during the week, apparently Lizzy used Cecilia for a super highbrow fashion shoot because I found eight times this many pictures on the point-and-shoot camera...
Life is good when your 11 year old and your three year old can really play together really for real. My heart is all aflutter-like!
(4)What else? Oh. My husband is a weirdo.
The best I can figure is that they were trying to recreate that super fantastic JeepDanceParty scene from Zoolander. You know the one:
(5)SPEAKING OF ZOOS (see what I did there? I know), Lizzy took 124 pictures while we were there this week. Probably I'm supposed to show you, like, zebras and junk, but I got sidetracked by this adorableness and couldn't look through any more...
|Mare Bear and her godbrother (is that what he is if his mom is Mary's god-mom?) Master P. chillin' on the zebra tram.|
(6)Apparently I'm...something. A glutton for punishment? A masochist? A foolish, foolish woman of foolishness? Yes. So I decided that TODAY I would paint this not so snazzy cabinet thingy so that I could allow it into my precious laundry room and get it out of my dang living room where it has been living ever since the project back there started lo so many weeks ago.
Paul and Cecilia "helped." Then Lizzy needed my help seven thousand times because she was trying to make her first mix playlist to give to her best friend and then there was, like, some rust at the bottom of the paint can or something and I totally messed up the top and then Paul dumped water on Ceci and then...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! So I called Tommy and hollered at him while he was at work because I'm kind of a jerk.
(7)And do you know what he did? He went to an Asian market and picked up a totally affordable, absolutely unusual dinner of steamed and baked pork buns and fried duck. And told me not to make anything and to try and relax.
And called me on the way home to make sure I was doing okay. And suggested I not wait for him to have a glass of wine. Because he is not at all any kind of jerk.