Independence

If I ever think of anything good and meaningful to write about this past weekend I will, but for now, here's a shit-ton of pictures. I think they can do most of the talking.

The Mint Condition

I had mint in my fridge that was going limp. What's a girl to do?

...

Oh, yeah. This.
















On a related note, I think I need a new whisk...

All That Glitters

So, I walk into the Toddler room and Miss Terri is alone with 21 kids. This is bad. The ratio is 1/7, not 1/21. However, I do think that going into the bathroom to change some diapers and leaving 18 toddlers to whatever they wanted to was a mistake. For example:



What you can't tell from this picture is that, in addition to dumping the giant canister of glitter on the floor, they had also turned on the faucet in the kitchen and flooded half of the room. Also, there are no pictures of Carson soaking up the water with a pale peach ink pad and wringing it out over his head. And there are no pictures of Xander lying on his back kicking his feet in the middle of the giant puddle overtaking the room. Also, there aren't pictures of the gold sparkles all over the inside of Max's diaper.

And there are no pictures of me mopping while I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe. I like my job.

Caesar's Palace

One assumes that immediately after removing the plastic safety seal from a bottle of newly purchased salad dressing, the lid would be tightly screwed on. Because of this naturally drawn conclusion, one also assumes that shaking the bottle to mix the contents would be an appropriate action. This is not always the case, as evidenced by this:






One also assumes that everybody needs a Caesar Dressing bath now and then.

The sun'll come out...

I went to Annie on Saturday with my nieces, sister, and mom. Baby's First Musical. An important milestone in my opinion...




The first 15 minutes were pretty magical. After that, due to schedule disruption caused by a six hour car ride, a hotel with a swimming pool, a photo shoot, and a midnight coughing fit, the sheen began to wear off a bit. By intermission, one girl was asleep and one was crawling back and forth on the floor in front of our chairs, squawking occasionally, so we decided to leave. I think the performers started to lose them during "We'd Like to Thank You Herbert Hoover". Evidently, jokey songs about politicians sung by hobos during the Great Depression are lost on the under five crowd. Good thing we were in the balcony. Still, I look forward to reminiscing about that one time we watched half of Annie.


More from the weekend...

Hotel with a pool. At this point in their young lives, better than a musical. I have hopes that that will change.

Little girls, little girls...




Hana Yenenesh




Meron Tewabech




Malakai Melese






Hard-knock life? Not so much...

Is spring actually here now?

I think it might be...