Because My Brain Is Shot

I’ve got nothing.  So I’ll do what I do best…randomness.  It’s my plan A.  99.9% of the time.

**Bunny’s Cake…you have my love forever.  Forever and ever and ever and always.  Please make it.  Remember, it’s like manna from heaven.

**These three make my day brighter.  Brighter and happier and nuttier and more violent.  Why do they love weapons with all their little hearts?  It’s baffling.  Harper only loves books and rainbows and art supplies.  #boys

**Bumper cars are an amazing way for siblings to get out pent up aggression and it’s way cheaper than therapy.  Especially when it’s at a friend’s birthday party.  It was hilarious and all my pictures are blurry because they were moving too fast and having too much fun.

**He’s our kid.  And he’s amazing, but what’s even more amazing is his hair.  I will never cut it.  He will be like Samson.  I’m already praying for his wife.  Josh has threatened to cut it while I’m out of country.  If he does, we’ll get a divorce.

**She likes to run.  She’s even in Run Club at school which she thoroughly enjoys…most early mornings.  And she likes to run with me.  And keeps up pretty darn well.  Funny thing though…this weekend Harper, Huddy and Sol ran in the local Trek or Treat to raise money for lung cancer…aaaaaand they finished dead last.  As Josh told me about it, it was all too hilarious.  Apparently Huddy and Sol just aren’t into running as much as Harper is and she decided to hang with her brothers and bring up the very dead last rear.  Oh the drama Josh said ensued.  My boys + running = grumbling & drama.  Who knew…not us.

**I got my hair done last week.  My roots were seriously like 6 inches long…or longer.  I asked Chelsea, my hair  stylist, if they were the longest roots she’d ever seen.  I was thinking she would laugh it off and be all like, “Nah, gurl.  I’ve seen way worse.”  Ummmm, no.  That is not the way it went.  She answered with a solid, “Yes.”  And then we laughed so hard because she shoots straight, confirming they were just as bad as I imagined they were.  Geesh.

She made me feel like a new woman though.  And gave me bangs…which I haven’t had since 8th grade.  These are way better than my 8th grade ones though.

**He’s trouble.  Lots of cute, signing, adorable, amazing hair trouble.  All of this for his sister’s snowglobe which he is still pointing to in the picture.  He doesn’t give up easily.  And I like that about him…despite the all kinds of crazy it drives me.

**And he’s developing impeccable upper and lower body strength.  He held this squat during his speech therapy for a solid 10 minutes.  I was impressed.  His therapist was impressed.  The baby squat is adorable.  He’ll make for quite the crossfitter one day.

And now I’m off to do some more strategic packing.  And stressing.  And list making.  It’s a vicious cycle.

Happy Tuesday!