Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Of course, the gods of parenting, those cruel, guffawing thugs, saw to it that we STILL didn't sleep; a thunderstorm sent two boys to our bed, so PVT went UPSTAIRS to sleep in one of their beds. Musical beds yet again.
In other non news, don't baby cankles whack your latent mama hormones up into a frenzy? I could have 4 more (children, feet, what have you) when I look at these:
Thursday, April 23, 2009
And Will himself is doing just fine, thanks to the vodka tonics that have replaced his precious nightly babas.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Yes, those are sticky creepy crawlies from Wal Mart; my parents bought 83 bags and the boys had a marvelous time throwing them all over the ceiling. And they leave an oily residue everywhere...which is no big deal since I'm resigned to living in creative squalor for the next 18 years.
I'm not sure my parents would have allowed such a greasy good time when I was little, however... grandparents are a bit more LAISSEZ FAIRE.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
But internet! It made me feel so GOOD. Yes, it's cliche that this mamahood thing is so thankless. But when I was told I wasn't doing TOO horrible a job, I just felt like I was being doused with warm white chocolate syrup all over. AAHHHHHHHHHHhhh. You just don't hear those nice sentiments when you're down in the poop and snot and muck.
So, fellow mummies, remember to compliment that pregnant mom at the park who just wants to sit on her bum but is pushing her kid on the swings, or that other mom who is trying to maintain alacrity during a tornado tantrum. You may make her day.
This picture, not my mothering, is what IS excellent though - #2 pushing #4 (photo again courtesy of Ravishing Red Ann, who I am going to hire assuming her salary requirements are zero).
Friday, April 17, 2009
So to get there I would have to fly. Sans kids. (I have tried to take an infant to a facial; not surprisingly, infants don't care much that your pores are in desperate need of excavation). And stay at this HOTEL! Is it not the sexiest thing you ever ever seen?
The pool, cheekily called "Wet:"
The bar, "Shade," where apparently illicit acts appropriate only to poor lighting take place:
And look at the lobby! What kind of drugs do they give the receptionists to numb them to this blazing pink?
Within walking distance of this W? Oui, PVT knows me well. Scottsdale Fashion Square Mall - which happens to sport not only a deluscious Nordstrom, but also a Neiman's, and soon even a BARNEY'S (which I can only appreciate from the sidelines):So...am I actually going to attend this Jill-wet-dream of a trip? YIKES. I would have to wean the baby by Memorial Day weekend...a worthy and hopefully attainable goal anyway. But methinks it's a bit too soon to run away from this whacko family I've begotten...perhaps in the fall? And I'm just not sure I could go to such a self-indulgent resort without PVT himself. After all, one of the pillars of our marriage is a shared talent for sitting by the pool, drinking overpriced drinks named after erupting volcanoes, and capping off a rough day at a pricey restaurant.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Well, dahlings, PUH-SHAW. Mine is SO much more convenient. It is just steps away, in my own BACKYARD:
You can even see it from my kitchen; what a gorgeous vista, oui?
All of our friends are CLAMORING for an invitation to our summer place. We put these on the wall behind our house:
Yes, dears, perhaps you'll be lucky enough to enjoy cocktails on the pied-a-terre too...if I like you enough.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
We were just relieved that Jesus wasn't carrying a light saber, too.