It's official, I've signed up for my first 5k. I can't even run to my mailbox! I'm pretty sure that makes me insane!
My mom gave Hannah a monkey tent for her 3rd birthday. Her friend Terri, who happens to be raising her 3 year old granddaughter- Jordan, has one at their house. When Hannah attended Jordan's birthday party last summer, she fell in love with Jordan's monkey tent. Well, what does a doting grandmother do? Yup, you guessed it! My mom set out on a mission to find that exact tent, and Hannah received it at her 3rd birthday party. That evening, after the kids were in bed, Ben and I were cleaning up the aftermath. I was tackling all the presents and seeing as it was occupying the better portion of our living room, I decided to fold up the monkey tent. Twenty minutes later I found myself sobbing into the directions of said tent. I iMessgage'd my mom...
Me: "No wonder Terry didn't have the monkey tent closed up for Jordan's party. This thing is a pain in the ass to figure out!"
Mom: "she never closes the tent"
Me: "Gee, I wonder why. It has 13- yes, you read that correctly- THIRTEEN steps to close it up!".
This week i took the girls on a supermarket sweep through Bj's and by the time we arrived home and put away groceries it was past lunchtime and I needed to act fast in hopes of avoiding meltdowns due to hunger. I heated up my pizza that was leftover from the other night. I sat down with the girls at the kitchen table and handed out the pizza. Natalie would only take a bite of the pizza if I took a bite from the slice first. I continued to offer her small pieces ripped off the slice I was eating. When she finished her little bite, I ripped off a new piece for her and she proceeds to snatch the slice of pizza from my hand and leaves me with the little torn off piece! Growth spurt perhaps?
The other day, possibly the warmest day of the week, Hannah was running around the house singing Jingle Bells in a highly energetic fashion. She reminded me of Molly Shannon's character from Santa clause 2...
I never understood when my friends said to me "I'm not allowed to drive my husbands car" or they have 'his' and 'her' cars and they don't share. We don't have 'my car' and 'Ben's car'. It's 'our cars'. They are both in our names and we share. Back when we were DINKS (Double Income No Kids), we were fortunate enough to have 3 cars between the two of us. It was my first car, an accord, and his truck. They were the vehicles we came into our relationship with, so they were sort of "mine" and "his", but we still drove each others vehicle. On my 26th birthday we purchased our luxury vehicle, an Acura TL. I loved that car (I even cried when we traded it in)! We typically only drove the TL on the weekends or on date nights and occasionally we took turns taking it to work. I remember one time Ben took it to work and he and his co-workers went out for lunch. I have no idea why, but i flipped my shit...i was super upset. When I look back I realize how ridiculous my behavior was; I guess I was upset that he had people in the car and I would now have to vacuum and wipe it down. Fast forward to present day, we refer to our cars as "the expo" and "the van". The other day the girls and I were taking the expo to CleanPRO for a bath. I informed and reminded Hannah all morning that "daddy is taking the van to work today". Apparently it never sunk in b/c every time we were in the truck, Hannah kept repeating "daddy took mommy's van to work. When we getting van back? This is daddy's truck but mommy is driving it". It cracked me up that it was beyond her comprehension that I was driving "daddy's car" and daddy was driving "mommy's car". Quite frankly the best part of this day was when the girls and I were headed out to the Expedition. Hannah walked up to the passenger side back door, knocked on it and said "open please"...nothing happened. Hannah: "MOMMY!! Daddy's doors are NOT magic like yours!".
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