Thursday, August 6, 2009

Thursday Morning Confessions: Not at the Y Edition

Happy Thursday, internets!

I'm not at the Y right now like I normally am, so you get your Thursday dose of TMI much earlier than usual.

Here we go.

1. One of the reasons I'm so excited for school to start on Monday is that it means Boy 1 and Boy 2 will probably be pooping at school rather than at home. Anyone who's ever had a 5 or 10 year old boy needs no further explanation.

2. This picture is the story of my life this week. That evil little girl is my hero. (Don't ask. You really don't want to know).




3. I'm not at the Y because I have my yearly "well woman" doctor appointment. All the ladies out there just crossed their legs, folded their arms across their chests, cringed, and felt really sorry for me.

4. It's probably a good thing I'm not a violent person, or I might be in jail this week.

5. Amelia is fascinated by my "big nurples." She talks about them all day long. All. Day. Long.

6. Exclusive confession for Sylwia: My top secret cranberry walnut oatmeal cookies are from a mix. That's why they're top secret. (Everything else I've made you really was homemade, I swear!).

7. Ben is completely capable and willing to get his own cereal and make his own lunch, but my germ phobia and the idea of 10 year old boy hands, even washed, won't allow it.



8. Yesterday Liam was taking armfuls of things out of Ben's room while Ben was outside. When I asked why he said, "These came from Germany so they're mine." Apparently he believes that because he was born there, everything else in our house from there is his. For the record, none of the toys he was pilfering were actually from Germany.

9. All three kids are obsessed with visiting Sylwia in the hospital. It's because she saves up italian ices for them to eat and lets them play in her wheel chair. We didn't go yesterday and Ben informed me I was a bad friend for not going. How could I leave her there alone?!

10. Speaking of Germany (we were, remember?), we might just be living there again next June. Nothing's set in stone, and we could very well end up somewhere else (like how we're supposed to be enjoying life in the Pacific North West at Ft. Lewis but are instead in rural Georgia), but for the moment the orders say Grafenwoehr, Germany (it's near the border with The Czech Republic).

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