I'm Sorry

I had intended to post about my Dane this morning, but Blogger is being cranky and won't let me post pictures for the second day in a row.  Arrgg.  So my apologies in advance, this is just going to be a brain dump today.

Brandon is doing an activity called "30 Hour Famine" today with his youth group.  So last night the boys and I had a Slumber Party.  They got an early bath and then we all watched Toy Story in our pajamas with pillows and blankies and stuffed animals and Sprite and popcorn.  Okay, so a Slumber Party bears a striking resemblance to a Movie Party at our house, but Dane is much more excited about it when you call it a slumber party.  And since he has no idea what a slumber party actually is, I get to tell him whatever I want him to think that it is.  So far this is one of my favorite parts about being a parent:  making stuff up and telling your kids things you want them to think.  Today we have no groceries, and I'm debating on whether I would rather starve to death or take my 2 and 4 year old children to Wal Mart on a Saturday.  Starvation is looking pretty good right now.  I'll just tell the kids we're fasting because of 30-Hour Famine.  We'll call it a Hungry Party, and Dane will be all over it.

The month of May will be busy and fun.  So far on our calender?  A going away party, 2 bridal showers, a birthday party, 2 weddings, a rehearsal dinner, and a family reunion.  I'm already tired.

My children were up before 6 am this morning.  I was sleeping so peacefully when I hear a little 2 year old boy next to my bed say, "Mommy, I want to be a Ninja Turtle".  Which means "Mommy, I want my shirt off and I can't get it off!".  Some people have an alarm clock, I have Aidan, who doesn't like to wear clothes.  He also smelled mysteriously like blueberries.  When I did manage to drag myself out of bed, Dane reports to me that "Aidan got the berry soap".  Their bathtub soap right now is the squirty-foamy kind that's purple and smells like blueberries.  I guess Aidan wanted cleaner legs this morning, because he had smeared them all over himself by 6:15.  I sometimes hear rumors of children who wake up at 7:30 on Saturday mornings, go downstairs, put some cartoons of for themselves and grab a pop-tart out of the cabinet, while their parents snooze happily in their warm beds for another hour.  These are not my children.  My children have blueberry legs at the crack of dawn.

Every time I type the word 'blueberry' I am reminded of a somewhat disturbing scene in the movie Juno, which Brandon and I rented last weekend.

Does anyone know of a new Chic-Fil-A opening in the Houston area?  We are almost out of the free meal coupons Brandon earned last December when he spent the night in their parking lot before the Grand Opening.  The embarrassing part is, he got 52 coupons for free sandwich meals, and we are almost out of them.  We have eaten at Chic-Fil-A almost 52 times since last December.  It's a whole new level of cheap when you'll spend the night in a tent in a parking lot for 52 sandwich meals, people.

Our next door neighbor has a goat in their backyard.  Sometimes we get a note from our homeowner's association because they found weeds in our flower bed, and our next door neighbor has a goat.  I guess if we got a goat we wouldn't have any more weeds... 

My apologies to those of you who came to either see pictures of my children or who stumbled on this blog by accident and are looking for something insightful.  I woke up too early today for insightful.