While the muppets frolicked in the living room, I set about making the famous Kahlua brownies for AuntJ.
Hey – the Whiskey cupcakes turned out well. And these delectables I’d successfully made before. J passed on the recipe after a particularly tough term paper episode back in college. Because nothing makes a girl feel better than alcoholic brownies. Well, not much… Continue reading
I actually am. 50/50 people. Irish/Italian, baby.
Momma Be Thy Name noted, “There is No Such Thing as Half-Italian.” And she certainly has a point. Growing up, I always associated far more with my Italian heritage. Mostly because I am first generation American on that side. (You’ve seen some of the comments posted by GrampaStavo – that’s seriously how he sounds folks.)
As you know, the muppets lead not-so-secret lives as superheroes. Of course they have their secret identities. Don’t all the superheroes? Because really, who wants the pressure of being super all the time? (It’s hard being a million dollar miracle muppet.)
Much like the secret life of any superhero, certain situations call for the supersuit. (“Honey?! Where’s my supersuit? … Because I need it!”) And it is then that our hero perseveres – even in the face of a villain trying to thwart them of their powers. Continue reading
Teacher: Where is… Emma?
Emma: <Giggles and points to self>
Teacher: Where is…Jamison?
Jamison: <Giggles and points to self>
Teacher: Where is…Destroy?
Destroy: <Confused look> Hi!
Teacher: Where is Destroy? Are you Destroy?
Destroy: <Looks thoughtfully at his teacher, toddles over toward Search>
Search: Sigh. <Points forcefully at Destroy with exasperated expression>
Destroy: <Happily points back at Search>
Teacher: That’s Search. *You’re* Destroy.
Destroy: No. Brother.
Worst cold and flu season. Ever. To be continued from the Sunday Post – the muppets are sick again.
To be fair, this is only the second one they’ve endured. And that whole preemie thing put us mostly in isolation for the last one – minus the doctor visits for RSV shots and ER runs for the sniffles when Mommy panicked. So we don’t really have a HUGE comparison.
So, being the wild child(s) we are, we enrolled the muppets in daycare. Because nothing says maturity like a runny nose lasting five months. Straight. Continue reading
Search and Destroy reporting for duty! Tonight’s target mission: mommy’s sanity.
I *thought* I was having a rather put together day. Productive even. I finished up part of the project I was working on and strolled on out of the office right on time. When I got to the preschool, I strutted across the parking lot – exuding confidence. Continue reading
Disney Wicki
Me: Can I have a hug?
Search: No. <Eye roll. Puts nose back in book.>
Me: Want me to read you a story?
Search: No. <Eye roll. Puts nose back in book.>
Me: <Using my mom voice.> Destroy Anthony! Get off of that table. We do not scale coffee tables. Get down. <Destroy begins wailing.>
Search: Uh oh…<Cackle.>
Me: Can you show brother how to go down the slide?
Search: No. <Runs over to slide. Dives down slide head first.> NOOO!
Me: Are you ready for bed? Do you want to go night night?
Search: No. <Scampers over to stairs and starts climbing.>
Me: I thought you said “No.”
Search: No ni ni! <Sticks thumb confidently in mouth. Curls up into little ball.>
Jon: Wow. He really is COMPLETELY your child.
Search: <Sly smirk. Giggle. Cackle.> EhhhhhhOliana dodoh bababah mo mymo MIKEWAZOWSKI!
Me: He totally said Mike Wazowski!
Jon: I really don’t understand you…
From small to slightly-less-small, they NEVER. STOPPED. MOVING.
2011 passed by in the blink of an eye. Happy New Year! (This one’s for you G.G.)
I’ll be your Lois Lane you be my Superman. And Batman will protect our city.
And neither of them will consent to take off the boots. They’re becoming a thing. Continue reading
