actually, no. no, i don't.
i will toot it.
with confidence, in fact.
yesterday was one of those days that was just fun to be a mommy. didn't do a whole lot. took the kiddos to breakfast. in our jammies. came home. played. finally put goo down for her nap. the anxiety that goes along with putting goo to sleep is almost unbearable. but she went down ok.
normally, this is the time when we have room time. big h plays in his room, and mama gets something accomplished. most of the house was picked up. i knew what we were going to have for dinner already. so i just wanted some big h time.
so naturally, we headed for the legos box.
lately, we (buz and i) have been building big h spaceships every morning or every night. i have always felt a sense of insecurity when it comes to this stuff. give me some hair to french braid. or a play kitchen to pretend in. but legos. tinker toys. building materials, in general. i get nervous. self-conscious.
until lately. and i'm going to be honest. i've been kicking some lego-building tail. it's like i've come into myself. and the reward? big h's response. "oh mama, that is one cool spaceship. dad is going to be so serfrized."
yeah, i own that. i worked it.
seriously. look at that thing.
speaking of dad. it appears he's been teaching goo a thing or two lately.sandra boynton, goodnight moon, typical board books.
story about the wemmicks. along with baby tad. who has been with us since before big h's arrival. he's a staple around these parts.
and a lovely picture of big h just preparing for summer. (that red thing? yeah, it's his oxa-juh thing.)
and finally, i'd like to introduce you to our white trash neighbor's house. oh wait. that's our house. (buz has been doing a LOT around the house. but the bulk trash guy doesn't come for a couple more days. too bad i was taking the picture. because you couldn't see my white ribbed tank top and too short jean shorts.)
and just to let you know. things have been a LOT better around our house. here is evidence.
i'd like you to meet "sweatshirt head guy." name given by big h himself. he's one of those creative types.
and goo tickled with herself. pleased that she managed to convince mama that she needed (and HAD TO HAVE) pretzels.