Tummy Troubles

The other day, Craig was walking downstairs and Julia was kind enough to inform him, "It looks like you have a baby in your tummy."

Poor guy. I feel for him. I really do.

But man, I was sure glad she didn't say it to me (again).

Tidbits*

*Some things I have learned, gleaned, or otherwise observed this week

-2 weeks, 2 days and multiple washes later, my hair still smells like hair dye

-The difference between Calm Mommy and Scary Mommy: about 1.5 hours of sleep

-Psychiatrist & Psychologist: not the same

-Cherry Chapstick: probably the closest I'll ever come to wearing lipstick.

-Editing while writing: just another form of procrastination (thanks, La, for that one.)

-Cereal spills: just about an everyday occurrence at our house

The (entire) Little Mermaid Ride: viewable on youtube

-15 years after first reading it, "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" is still a favorite

-Gum: it's not candy, but your 20-month-old will think it is
-Playdates: a mommy's lifesaver

-Good friends: irreplaceable

-Family: amaza-zing
-Fabulous Fall Break: can't it please just last forever?

Disney Day 3

The shortage of decent pictures from Day 3 is even more staggering than that of the previous days, so I'll use this time to talk about our Very Favorite Ride: Toy Story Midway Mania at California Adventure.

Oh, baby, we would have ridden this ride all the

 live-long day if the line weren't always interminable

It's a 3-D ride where you use funky controllers like this:

(note: this is not Craig and me)

to shoot at targets like this:

It is awesome in every way. 

More important than that, though, is the fact that I beat Craig at it. One time. On our last day. (Craig is super-competitive and super-awesome at anything he ever does, so this was a Very Big Deal for the likes of moi.) (I'm still celebrating inside.) In the interest of Good Measure, (and isn't this blog all about Good Measure?) here are our scores from the first time to the last time we played together. In almost every picture, the higher score belongs to Craig. You'll want to take special note of the last one, though, because that's where history was made. Oh, yes, that high score belongs to me. 

(You should also note that my accuracy is almost always better than Craig's but somehow he still manages to win. Blast it all.)

Here's the silver tuna, folks. Read it and weep.

(I played later with Alexa and totally kicked her trash, but for

 some reason there just wasn't the same satisfaction that time.)

The End.

(stay tuned for Disneyland with kiddos)

P.S. Craig is Woody when I answer the questions for him.

P.P.S. 

(especially me. 'cause I beat Craig!)

Today

I woke up this morning to the same mess that we had deliberately neglected last night: dinner (and lunch) dishes in the kitchen sink, crumbs covering the counters, socks under the dining room table, myriad stuffed animals lovingly placed in a semi-circle in the middle of the playroom floor, etc. I also woke up this morning to a long list of things that I hadn't had time to do this week: writing a paper, preparing a lesson for church, preparing another lesson for church, emailing all of the parents in Julia's class, etc. And, to boot, I was Very Tired from having stayed up incredibly late to read an awesome book, under the pretense that I was too exhausted to get started on my demanding homework assignment. (It's called The History of Love. You should read it.) (The book. Not the homework assignment.)

And yet.

I woke up to infinite snuggles from Lexa-Boom, who laid on my chest for quite some time before it occurred to her that she needed to make a call on my cell phone. I woke up to 3 little girls getting along. I woke up to time with sweet Julia, who found me when I snuck into her bed to get started on my lesson, and who also snuggled me while we discussed important things like What a Good Big Sister She Is, and Why The Little Mermaid Ride Is So Awesome, and Why It's Really Gross To Wipe Boogers On The Wall. I woke up to adorable Savanna, who got dressed by herself and put her own pajamas away and put a headband in her fluffy, curly hair and who smiles like the sun. I woke up to so many blessings that I usually overlook, or don't pay attention to, or just plain old don't recognize.

I woke up to my life.

And there just aren't words for how good that life is.

Disney Day 2

Turns out we aren't quite as good about taking pictures when the girls aren't around. (Either that or there is a shortage of pictures because I deleted all of the ones where I have a double chin. We may never know...)

Day 2 was lots of fun even though we were already utterly exhausted from our 15-hour day the day before. (It was totally my fault. I insisted on going on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride right before the park closed at midnight. What are we, 20?)

Good Times in Toon Town

Katie in Wonderland

Soarin' Over California

We spent some time in the Beast's Library in California Adventure 

so we could determine our Disney character alter-egos. 

Turns out I'm a princess after all.

This was Craig's result, but only because he said he 

"likes to eat nice people for lunch," which we all know isn't true. 

(He much prefers them for breakfast.)

Here we are at our fancy dinner at Ariel's Grotto.

 I had no idea what I ordered but it was pretty darn good.

Craig went for the steak. No nice people for dinner.

And check out this fancy dessert that we were too stuffed to eat!

We watched The World of Color afterwards 

and then slept a heavenly sleep until day 3...