Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

I got this idea from Sara, who got it from Amber. This is starting to sound a bit like an STD, isn't it? Hmm.

Hey, It's Okay . . .

. . . to go off coffee for, like, four days because snot is flowing out your face like a leaky faucet, assume that the headache you're having is due to sinus issues, and then fully realize your caffeine addiction when you can't go to sleep at night because you decided to have ONE cup on that fifth morning.

. . . to want to punch a flu bug in the face. Twice.

. . . to love this sexy thing:

No. Not the lady—the Neti Pot. She makes it look ever-so-saucy, though, doesn't she?
You go, Neti Pot girl. You go. You're not even getting that bizness in your hair.

. . . to really, really, really need to change the sheets on all the beds in the house (and do a whole-house decontamination scrub) but refuse to do so until everyone is done snotting everywhere. Any day now . . . right? Right!?

. . . to place your nearly 11-month-old son on the floor (amongst toys) to play, turn to pull wet clothes out of the washing machine into a basket, and then turn back around to discover that he's climbed two floors of stairs in that time. Or . . . maybe it isn't?

Yep. He climbs. He also stands without holding anything now, too. Sheesh.

. . . to secretly not mind watching Finding Nemo, like, every day when your kid asks to watch it. (I may need to invest in some other Disney classics, however. I totally need to get Sword in the Stone, Robin Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and The Little Mermaid.)

. . . to love your kid's dimples more than you love your cat . . . or your dog for that matter. (I know some people probably won't get that, but I'm just tellin' it like it is. That doesn't mean the dog and cat go loveless, either.)

. . . to be a little jealous of this kid's naturally fabulous hair:

It's not fair, right? (I'm growing out her bangs, by the way.)

. . . to not go to your local 4-H fair because you can't wrap your head around paying five bucks per adult person to get in there (growing up, both my husband's and my local fairs were FREE admission). Weak. I think you have to pay to park, too. I can't stand it. We may go when our kids are old enough to care about it and enjoy it. Maybe. Even then, I may glare at the ticket booth guy.

The end.

Nora at Night

Most nights, Willis tucks Nora into her bed while I get Henry ready for bed. Once Henry is down, I go in to Nora's room to give her a proper hug and kiss (sans Henry). Lately, she's been asking me to read her Goodnight Moon.

Tonight, about a page into the book, she said, "Stop reading, Mommy!"

Then, she proceeded to pretend to pull items off of each page and do things with them. She pulled the mittens off of the hanging rack, and she pretended to put them on her hands. She pulled the socks off the drying rack and put them on my feet, one at a time. She pulled the lamps off of each page and had me turn off each one ("Click!"). We collected all the red balloons off of all the pages, and then I tied them all to the foot posts of her bed.

As I left, I blew her a kiss, and she caught it. Then, she blew one back to me. I caught it.

She's gettin' to be pretty fun.

Nora's Pics

Here is another round of Nora's pics.
Hahaaa! Look at Henry's face!
She's all up in his bizness.


He tolerates it.

Vacation Highlight Reel

Nora took this.
And this.
Scott and Mary joined us for the first two days of the week that we were in Michigan.
Swimming!


Nora and I love these foam things.


We did a lot of this together during the week.


She liked it.


Nora took this one! Haha! I love it!


Kids playing in the grass while Daddy grills.


More of that.




Yay!




Nora dragging Henry away from certain doom.


Back onto the blanket.


Nora's crawling?


Willi grillin'.


We won't tell Henry that's a girls' cup.


The lake.




I got them both to look and smile!


Daddy and Nora.


Mommy, Henry, and Nora by the swings.


Mealtime action.


Quite the dining view.




He was trying to escape and get into things at the same time.


Parting view.

Ugh. I miss it already. I missed it when I took that last picture.

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

Here is the little spot at the beginning where I give credit to where it is due.

Hey, It's Okay . . .

. . . to pretty much never wear high heels. Sorry, fashionistas. Judge away. I'll be over here being comfortable and having less bruising.

. . . to not understand how it became "hot" for dudes to have chick hairdos. I find that it's just confusing.

"Excuse me, Miss. Oooh. Sorry. You know what? Never mind."

. . . to go through a gamut of emotions while watching a news special that is educating parents on "when not to text" while parenting. For example, "Don't text while reading to your children."

It's like, "Haha! Wait. What? What the crap? Seriously? Oh. This is for real. Oh, sad."

. . . to wait until you're nearly 29 years of age to read Pride and Prejudice, even if you're two kids, work, and life make it nearly impossible to find the time.

. . . to take no small pleasure in watching your kids "play" with your very, very annoyed, yet, surprisingly tolerant cat. Sweet, sweet cat karma. Delicious.

Photos from the 4th . . . Mostly

We were only at the farm for the actual day of the 4th of July,
so photos from the day are limited.







































The following two photos are from this morning.
The kids both went down for an early nap (it wasn't a good sleep night
in the Brown house). Henry was up for a good portion of the night, and
we discovered this morning that Nora spent the night with a crazy,
jazzed cat in her room. She didn't sleep much.





Henry has never passed out in his jumper like that before.