Mommy, what's a ...
"Douche bag?"
(NICE. NOT.)
H: Where'd you learn that word?
MG: On the PG-13 movie you let us watch.
H: Oh.
MG: Well?? What's a douche bag???
H: Ask your mother.
(NICE. NOT.)
Editor's note: Who uses that word anymore anyway?
"Douche bag?"
(NICE. NOT.)
H: Where'd you learn that word?
MG: On the PG-13 movie you let us watch.
H: Oh.
MG: Well?? What's a douche bag???
H: Ask your mother.
(NICE. NOT.)
Editor's note: Who uses that word anymore anyway?
Aided a wee bit by "bumping into" a scooter today, Little Guy lost his second tooth in one week. His second baby tooth ever. BIG deal. You'd think he has hair on his chest with the big-man way he's been strutting.
Editor's Note: Know Little Guy has been hogging the bloglight lately. But hey, he's 6...ripe with good material. Every second. Everyone deserves their 15 minutes...or 15 posts, right?
We were at the pool the other day. The kids were rewarded with some grilled hot dogs. We sat down to eat and suddenly Little Guy paused, dramatically put his hands together and said a silent prayer. I'd never seen anything like it. Sure, we're great about prayers before the family dinner ... and we are regulars at the 8am Sunday mass ... but that's about it. We are not kneelers-at-the-bed and usually only pray at the dinner meal.
It was amazing. Beautiful and sweet, really. My Little Guy...wonder what he prayed for...?
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I mean, seriously...THREE loads of laundry is a drop in the bucket.
Our Beautiful city of Chicago hosts free concerts downtown. You can bring a picnic and sit in the open pavillion ... staring at scrapers and stars. You can bring fancy food and chairs ... you can lounge on a blanket or in the grass...or just lean against the wall. It's equal opportunity fun for all.
We took the kids for the first time recently. We made it downtown in 15 minutes. We parked at a meter right by the Art Institute. We traipsed over with our homemade picnic dinner, blankets, chairs and cocktails. We set up camp. The kids played UNO as we listened to rehearsal. We ate dinner as the concert started. It was BEAUTIFUL. AMAZING. And then it started to rain. Slow at first but menacing. We stayed until intermission, then packed back up and went home. So peaceful. So simple and beautiful.
Why don't we do this more...?
I looove using leftovers. You feel so...accomplished when you can make a good meal twice. And when you don't, you feel so guilty when you sneak that wilted, moldy, questionnable food down the drain.
It was my turn for the coffee / donut run on Sunday for Father's day. H usually treats us to large (grande) coffees. I couldn't quite figure out how to carry the two grandes, 3 kids and donuts...so I bought their Starbucks deal - one BIG thermo-box of coffee and a dozen donuts. Apparently along with that deal, came a ton of travel cups and a QUART (yes, a FULL QUART) of half and half.
We don't do half-and-half. H does his coffee black and I'm a decidely skim/fat-free milk gal. I stared at it in the fridge and was stymied about what to do with it.
I googled "half-and-half ice cream." VOILA. One quart of half and half, one nectarine, 2/3 cup sugar and 2 tsp vanilla. I actually had all that! INTO the ice cream maker it went. YUM. It was great.