How’s it going?

This is how my day started:


A Zhu Zhu pet and a DIY haircut.  (New parenting tip: If your ornery 2-year-old needs a diaper change and if your 2-year-old is also holding a Zhu Zhu pet, at all costs wrench the Zhu Zhu pet away from said 2-year-old’s hands before picking him up.)

And for my next act of the day, I locked myself and the kids out of the house.

It’s 9:25AM now.  The day is rife with possibilities.

All this over a Bieber comment?

QUICKIE (remember those?): Vincenzo: Can I have some frozen strawberries from the refreezerator? [laughs at self] I almost said refridgerator.
Vincenzo was at the park yesterday and started playing with a couple kids who were 7 and 9.  The 9-year-old asked, in that one tone of voice, “Who here likes Justin Bieber?”  Vincenzo piped up, “I do.”*  “You do?!"  “Yeah,” Vincenzo replied, still not getting that the “right” answer was “Ewwww!  I hate Justin Bieber!” 

It made me want to cancel kindergarten. 

V is so excited to ride a bus to school and to feel like a Big Kid, but he doesn’t realize that bus is going to drop him off in a world of Bieber haters and G.I. Joe lovers, who are the same kids that might make fun of my son for still calling the number after two “fwee.”  Vincenzo still forgets his underwear half the time and forgets to wipe all the time and I don’t think I’ve brushed his hair once in his entire life, and I’m throwing into a pack of wolves that probably isn’t going to look kindly upon Bieberheads with skid marks.

It makes me thinking back to my first day of first grade, when I saw what looked like a 6-year-old Ms. America playing tag with what looked like a 6-year-old Mary Lou Rhetton, and I spent the entire rest of my grade school experience wondering why I (who looked like Piglet in a mousy toupee) never got to play tag with them.

Maybe it won’t be that bad. I am a worst-case scenario person, after all. V has never had a problem making friends and he really loves school. He already has a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of cheeseburger Vans for the school year.

cheeseburger vans

Yes, Vincenzo will be fine. 

It’s me I’m worried about.

Gah!  I’ve got to stop blogging on these overcast days!  In funnier depressing news, isn’t this the worst “happy summer sign” you’ve ever seen?

summer sign


*For the record, Vincenzo doesn’t really know who Justin Bieber is except that he also has a shaggy bowl haircut, so we sometimes call Vincenzo “Bieberhead.”

On notice: summer

Don’t have much to post these days.  Summer started at a full-on sprint with a weekend at Whidbey, my trip to Vegas, and a week with the in-laws.   But, as all those events involved family and I try not to blog about family because I would like to be invited to Christmas, summer has been hard on my blog.  (My therapist had a blast with me last week though.)

I was looking forward to this past weekend when we had almost no plans, but then the weather got me down.  It’s still in the low 60s here with skies that can most likely be described as “colorless” and even though I could probably get by with a warm sweatshirt over my newly purchased summer tops, I gave summer the finger and wore my winter coat all weekend.

There is something I love right now though: the smell of the produce department in the grocery stores.  You walk in and it’s that woody, ripe smell of the melon rinds mixed with the sharp, sweet jabs from all the different berries.  It is all the fruit I have missed for the past nine months, and it is the smell of summer. 

I might not be able to dress for summer yet but at least I can still smell summer.

Fingers crossed that my kids say something funny this week or my husband does something aggravating or I pee all over myself in public so I’ll have blogable material for you.

Hearty beef stew (because that’s what you eat in June in the northwest)
Corn on the cob
Summer fruit
Strawberry Jell-o cupcakes

MrsMouthy’s Status: Cranky

1.  Okay, so let’s say your best friend, who happens to live in London, sends you a bouquet of exotic flowers on a random day to tell you she’s thinking of you.  Do you:
a) Call her up to thank you; follow up call with a thank-you card
b) Take a picture of the roses and send them to 250 of your “closest” friends with a note saying, “Roses from my BFF in London.  I miss you [as in her] sooooooo much darling!”

Good ol’ Facebook.

I just want to know, how does one respond to such updates?  Take the BFF/flower situation, for example.  Do you…
a) Comment: “Ohhhh, you’re so lucky.  You have the best friends in the world and mine are kind of sucky compared to yours.”
b)  Tell her if you were still in high school you would totally vote for her for Homecoming Queen, then remind her that YOU’RE NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE.
c)  Go to your own wall, post a picture of a goat and write, “My BFF in Ethiopia just named this after me!  I miss you, Mb!uti.

Do I just need to block more people?  Is that my problem?  How do you all stomach Facebook?

And totally sorry if I offended anyone with this post—the reason I never block anybody is because I genuinely like everyone I’m friends with on FB, regardless of what they post.  It’s not you I don’t like; it’s Facebook.  (Which is why I only log in if there’s a really good reason, like to find out Kevin spent Monday at work celebrating Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen’s birthday, complete with a cake that had their pictures on it.)

Lots and lots of beef.  Beef EVERYTHING.  Beef stew, roast beef, beef Bourginon, beef salad, beef cake covered in beef frosting with tiny beef sprinkles…