What happens when it is 95 degrees outside?

My car smells like dirty socks, that's what. Why, you ask? Because I just found four pairs of dirty socks under the back seat. I love my boys I love my boys I love my boys. Gotta keep reminding myself sometimes!

Conversations with Pig Pen: Episode, umm, 8 (I think!)

Waking the boys is always an adventure.  There are days when they spring out of bed and wake ME up (but never on a school day), and days when, no matter what we do, they roll over, channel their inner teenagers and start farting & grunting. 

Today was no exception.  I received 1 farter, I moaner (who also tried to kick me), and one who looked me straight in the eye, started a conversation and drifted right back into sleepy-land.

Piggy was Mr. Sleep-Land this morning.  I tried waking him again, and this is what happened:

Piggy: 'MOM!  (frantically inspects his hands) Show me your hands!

Me: holds out hands palm down, wondering what the heck.

Piggy: 'Now the unders! Quick!'

Me: shrugs & does as requested, wondering where in the world this is going.

Piggy: shrieks 'No!  It's not YOU get'n old, it's MEEEEEEEEEEE!'

Then he rolled over and went back to sleep. 

On a side note, Stanky informed me yesterday that my right foot looks old.  Not the left, just the right.  Yes, this is my life.

Where the sleepwalker goes

It was one of those nights.  One where nobody wanted to go to sleep, and the monkeys were still swinging at 9:30.  Well, 2 of 3 were.  One was playing with smuggled toys, the other kept complaining of a tummyache.  Pretty standard fare around here.

Until 9:40, when Stanky stumbled down the stairs in a daze.  This child has been known to sleepwalk to the bathroom, so I just figured he had to pee.  I walked him back upstairs, and he just trundled on into his room, up the ladder and into his bunk.  Easy-peasy right?

Drama comes running around the corner, stage-whispering urgently, 'Mom you hafta come here NOW.'

Pretty sure I was going to find some gross exudate of some sort, or at the very least, toothpaste all over my bathroom counter, I instead find Drama standing at my cute little vanity-turned-desk, pointing to the open drawer.

Full of PEE.

You see, apparently Stanky visited his brother in my bathroom prior to his jaunt down the stairs.  Drama swears he very helpfully positioned his brother in front of the toilet, where he stood swaying until he decided the toilet was not the proper receptacle for his urine.  He walked right past Drama (who was probably picking his butt and being oblivious), to the desk, pulled out the drawer and hosed it all down.

GROSS.  Pee was everywhere.  Thankfully, there wasn't really anything in that drawer I needed to salvage.  It was a simple rinse & disinfect mission.  But still. GROSS.

Parents of boys BEWARE.  Sleepwalkers go everywhere.

Another year, another, well, something.

So, I had a birthday yesterday. last week.  I am now closer to 40 than 30.  Thankfully, this one doesn't feel much different.  Not like 30 or 35 did.  It's just another year.  So far anyway.

The guys got me an ice cream cake, after they bugged Grumps all afternoon about the dang cake.  They really could care less about celebrating the birthday, it's all about the dang cake.  But it's the thought that counts, right?

So, here's to another year under the proverbial belt.  This post brought to you today by the number 3 and the number 6.  Also, by the letter J.

Conversations with PigPen: Episode 6

Ok so while I was blogging via the not-so smartphone a few of my Piggy posts got lost in the ether.  So I'm back to Episode 6.  Flipping technology amIright?

Just this morning:

Grumpasaur: It's time to get up!  (leans in to tickle & gets a hot nasty breath in his face)

Piggy: (giggle/snicker)

Grumpasaur: Dude, your breath smells like my feet.  After I step in Lucy-poop.  You've got LPB!

Piggy: Eeeeeuuuuuuwwww!  blows hot nasty breath in faces of adoring parents again.  Leans back, puts hands behind head & announces "Niiiice and Fresh!"

Man I love this kid!

Remnant No More!

I found this fabric remnant back in, oh, I think it was maybe September? and thought it would be perfect for the vanity stool in my master bedroom.  The longer I looked at it, the more I fell in love.  The blues are perfect (if you don't already know, I love pretty much any shade of blue) - a pale dusty blue, a rich cobalt/sapphire blue, the same cream colors as in the duvet we already own, and that I painted our headboard in.  It's just become my idea of perfection.  What do you think?

Home Decor Print Fabric-Smc Designs Montero/Lustrous/Porcelain & home decor print fabric at Joann.com