Sunday, July 29, 2012

It's Fair Time!

Of course we went to the State Fair.

It is one of those events I'm not sure if I love or dread.
But we always end up going anyway.

I went through a phase where I loathed the fair.
The heat.
The crowds.
The all fried all the time food trucks.

But then I had kids.
And discovered that not only is it really not that bad, it's actually fun.

Here is our 30 second tour of the 2012 Delaware State Fair.

I have made it no secret that I would like to have my own little flock of egg bearing hens.
They don't all look this creepy, I swear.

We also love sheep.
Love them.

Go ahead, do it.

Her favorite part of the fair.
Except for the rides.
But they don't count because the rides are always the kid favorite.

Oh the sweet teeny tiny baby chicks.
Pretty sure that was the only animal we DIDN'T get as an Easter present growing up.
And I'm sure that's the reason I am so obsessed with chickens.
Thanks Mom.

Everybody's favorite!

FYI, Lil' Partner.

Games anyone?
Everyone's a Winner.
So I was told, only about a thousand times.

This was the throw that sealed our fate.
You should know I can't hit a baseball with tennis racket.
But I won my son his first fair goldfish.

Meet Goldy and Gill, everybody.
Inspired by his athletically-challenged mother, HE won his second.
Why I didn't exercise parental guidance in the game choice, I will never know.

Yep, that's her.

Too scary for us, but makes a pretty picture.

We had a great day - a great day!
We spent nine hours of purely unadulterated, fried, thrilled, screaming, sweaty fun.
Looking forward to next year!

Monday, July 23, 2012

Procrastination is Not Just for College Kids

So far tonight I have caught up on every blog possible, plenty of Facebook gossip, Pinterest, and spent an hour researching retired New York City Ballet dancers to find out where they are now teaching/directing.

All this because I have a presentation to put together.


Sunday, July 22, 2012

So I've Been Told

After spending all day at the Delaware State Fair one day and a birthday party on the beach the next, I've been told that the best thing you can do is sit on the couch and eat a Haagen Dazs.

So I am.

Friday, July 20, 2012

So You Think You Want Boys

Some recent family news has me thinking about boys.

Growing up with a sister and two cousins, also girls, and all ballerinas (even though the little sisters canned that idea by 5th grade)...I just didn't know anything, and I mean anything, about boys.

Now, I am the mother to two little alien child boys.
And they get away with way more than they should.
They are just so damn cute.

Here are the rules for a regular, ordinary, run-of-the-mill-no-they-don't-sit-and-color day.

Football should always be played in the living room.
Golf should also be played here.
And soccer.
And yes, even baseball.

It is perfectly acceptable to perfect to your football catching moves on the couch.
Obviously, no one wants to get hurt by falling on grass.

Transforming yourself into a video game character is an everyday adventure.
The character will always be one who runs fast.
And fast running is always more fun when you do it in the house.

And doesn't stop just because I ask.
A request for "one more cool move" means no less than 35 more cool moves.
And the couch is always the crash pad.

Having fun has nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with sitting still. Ever.
Something always gets broken.
Or hurt.
Or mom loses her mind.

But I really don't know a mom who would have it any other way.
Including me.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

I'll Take That

While I was doing my daily Pinterest scan yesterday, Roxy (you know, the surf brand) posted some photos with the caption "European Road Trip".

Yeah, I'll take some of that.

I would take a road trip of any sort right now if it meant I could pack only the happy good things in my suitcase and leave the worries behind.

Thank goodness for imagination.

If you need me, I will be driving the Italian coast with a scarf tied around my hair.
I've always wanted to wear a scarf like that.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Snips, Snails, & Puppy Dog Tails

While the oldest is spending three weeks at her first for-real summer ballet program, the boys and I are spending our days doing, you know, boy stuff. 

Like executing a full snail massacre inside a gatorade bottle. 
He is convinced they are soundly sleeping. 
Pictures would be wrong. 

Today I am just plain worn out. 
But that doesn't mean they are. 

I guess my never-ending-smile-please-no-not-like-that!-just-one-more-I-swear is rubbing off.

We should probably leave for the pool before something gets broken.
Have a great weekend!

Thursday, July 12, 2012


If the toilet bowl was as gaping as the Grand Canyon, I am convinced the little gentlemen I live with would still miss.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012


I simply cannot accept that July is nearly half gone.
The days just keep rolling.
The years that used to drag along now seem to pass when I blink.

This sweet little girl is turning nine next month.

She made me a mother. 
And we are growing up together. 

Time feels like a faucet that won't turn off. 
I can't hold on.

She wants it to move faster. 
I want it to freeze. 

I know we are on the edge. 
Toes hanging off. 
Change is coming. 

She is bursting with personality. 
And attitude. 
Total confidence and total apprehension. 

I like her. 

Happy (almost) Birthday to the true love of my life.