the clouds opened up and God said, 'I hate you Jen Temp.'" (j/k, but rain? really? just then?) Thankfully the cavalry called Caleb rolled in not long after, and he and Mia played a rowdy game of "Scruffy Vomit," which has something to do with the Scruffy Varmint from Listen Buddy and also involves a lot of running.
After playing outside, Mia ran into her room to potty and came out wearing nothing but a smile. She then ran into the hall bathroom and proceeded to turn on the water in the tub.
Mama: Mia! Why are you naked?
Mia: I just need to wash my hands.
Mia explaining Livi's reaction to her
"Olivia's like 'WHAAT?!'"
(Do I really say things like that?)
Watching me rub my eyes:
-"Mom, what are you doing?"
-"I'm rubbing my eyes."
-"You look like eczema."
-"I look like what?!"
-"You look like eczema. On Kronk."
-"Ohhhh, Yzma! From The Emperor's New Groove!"
(she was probably thinking of this scene)
When I turned down one of her sweet treats (see #3):
-"Are you going to drink your supper tonight?"
(Referring to my response last Friday when I passed on a scrumptious peanut butter and chocolate cookie in order to consume my calories in the form of rum and tequila)
Step 1: lay out mini pretzels in a single layer on a plate
Step 2: top each pretzel with a mini Rolo
Step 4: microwave for 20-30 seconds
Step 5: smoosh top pretzel down (with fork or fingers) til the chocolate oozes
ankle pants hemmed?) As the LOFT aptly clarified, "You might be petite if you visit your tailor more often than your parents." (Did I just get called out?) Time to become a big girl and upgrade to stores with an actual petites section. Hasta luego, Targe'. I do have the most fabulous tailor on the planet, though. "NG" is an itty, bitty Vietnamese woman who has +/- two teeth in her head, and even after almost 40 years in the US still speaks unintelligible English. NG altered clothes for Caleb's grandmother and mother before me, and Caleb used to wail in fear in her presence. Since she goes to our church, he finally had to man up and learn to keep it together. Despite the fear factor (totally in his head- NG is wonderful!), she does incredible things with a needle and thread and is the most loving, faithful woman I have ever encountered.
I still hadn't (and still haven't) put an extra onesie in the diaper bag. *Fer ril Mom?!*