Hannahism for the day
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H: "I've got some important work to do today."
Me: Oh, really? What is that?
H: "I've got to practice being beautiful."
Me: Oh, really? What is that?
H: "I've got to practice being beautiful."
breaking the spirit of my righteous husband
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I won. Yep, I finally convinced Josh to skip church and take us all to Disneyland.
We headed up to Anaheim very early yesterday morning (leaving our house by six a.m.) That's right - we were ON THE ROAD and ready to roll much earlier than I am willingly up on a school day. But the lure of the Magic Kingdom called and somehow I was out of bed with a smile on my face. Could have been seeing their faces light up when we told the kids Saturday night what we were doing. Or the pitter-patter of Hannah's feet at midnight telling me ever-so-softly, "It's one-two-zero-four. Is it time to go to Disneyland yet?" (I love her way of telling time. I can always count on her first thing in the morning when, without my contacts or glasses, I am pretty much legally blind). But we all eagerly headed out for a day of fun.
First mistake (and maybe god's way of punishing me for breaking the sabbath) was going on a weekend day. It was SO CROWDED. And I mean, ridiculously-full-of-people-crowded. It started out okay, but by noon, you could hardly walk. Josh calculated our ratio of time in line to actual ride time and felt like it was an utter waste of time being there (yes, the nerd in him coming out).
Second mistake was not packing our own lunch - we spent about sixty dollars in the park on what was the equivalent of wonder bread and a product that I question as containing any actual meat. Even immediately after eating, the kids were still starving. And it almost always takes at least 15 minutes at home before they're starving again.
We had pretty much done all the major rides by about four o'clock. And seeing that the Fast Pass wait time was at least two hours for crappy rides like Buzz Lightyear...it was time to get out of there. Not, of course, without the requisite gift shop visit, which I like to call When My Kids Beg For All Kinds of Expensive Plastic Crap (and when I buy it just to get them to BE! QUIET! FOR TWO WHOLE MINUTES).
But in spite of all this, we had a great time. I think it's the kid in me that just loves Disneyland (which is funny considering I am generally opposed to anything sporting a big black mouse and/or characters). But I love the rides. I love the look. I love seeing that ghost sit next to you in the Haunted Mansion. I love Splash, Space Mountain, and the Matterhorn. I love that even after all these years, thousands of people still flock there.
I only wish they had flocked there on a day different than us.
We headed up to Anaheim very early yesterday morning (leaving our house by six a.m.) That's right - we were ON THE ROAD and ready to roll much earlier than I am willingly up on a school day. But the lure of the Magic Kingdom called and somehow I was out of bed with a smile on my face. Could have been seeing their faces light up when we told the kids Saturday night what we were doing. Or the pitter-patter of Hannah's feet at midnight telling me ever-so-softly, "It's one-two-zero-four. Is it time to go to Disneyland yet?" (I love her way of telling time. I can always count on her first thing in the morning when, without my contacts or glasses, I am pretty much legally blind). But we all eagerly headed out for a day of fun.
First mistake (and maybe god's way of punishing me for breaking the sabbath) was going on a weekend day. It was SO CROWDED. And I mean, ridiculously-full-of-people-crowded. It started out okay, but by noon, you could hardly walk. Josh calculated our ratio of time in line to actual ride time and felt like it was an utter waste of time being there (yes, the nerd in him coming out).
Second mistake was not packing our own lunch - we spent about sixty dollars in the park on what was the equivalent of wonder bread and a product that I question as containing any actual meat. Even immediately after eating, the kids were still starving. And it almost always takes at least 15 minutes at home before they're starving again.
We had pretty much done all the major rides by about four o'clock. And seeing that the Fast Pass wait time was at least two hours for crappy rides like Buzz Lightyear...it was time to get out of there. Not, of course, without the requisite gift shop visit, which I like to call When My Kids Beg For All Kinds of Expensive Plastic Crap (and when I buy it just to get them to BE! QUIET! FOR TWO WHOLE MINUTES).
But in spite of all this, we had a great time. I think it's the kid in me that just loves Disneyland (which is funny considering I am generally opposed to anything sporting a big black mouse and/or characters). But I love the rides. I love the look. I love seeing that ghost sit next to you in the Haunted Mansion. I love Splash, Space Mountain, and the Matterhorn. I love that even after all these years, thousands of people still flock there.
I only wish they had flocked there on a day different than us.
13 things I love about you
/So it's our anniversary today, and in honor of that, I thought I would post 13 things I love about you...one for every fantastic year together:
- You always let me have the last bite of dessert.
- You encourage me in buying things that make me feel pretty.
- You make me laugh. Still.
- You happily take the kids on Saturday mornings to give me a break.
- You ALWAYS go pick up the take-out.
- You listen when I need to complain or vent about my day.
- You willingly and graciously tend our kids so I can go on trips with my girlfriends.
- You work so hard, even when you don't want to.
- You always say I'm beautiful when I ask, "Does this make me look...[insert negative adjective here].
- You are uncompromising in your principles.
- You laugh with me at stupid movies.
- You dream big, you live big, and you encourage greatness from all of us.
- You still love me, even after all these years.
Things I've learned this week
/- When browsing Barnes & Noble, it is wise to keep track of the time, especially if you are supposed to pick your daughter up from pre-school. She will yell "FINALLY, JEEZ!" very loud when you arrive one whole minute late.
- The phenomenon known as the "marine layer" basically means that it can go from 75 degrees to 50 in about ten minutes with a drastic increase in humidity. And this will always happen at the beginning of a three-hour baseball game.
- The marine layer and I do not see eye-to-eye when it comes to matters of my hair.
- Surprisingly, trying to talk Josh into skipping church and going to Disneyland is not as easy as you would think.
- Freezing the girl scout cookies does not necessarily make them less tempting for me. You see, FROZEN COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS.
- Paying my kids to clean is well worth the one dollar a piece that they charge me.
- Hannah's version of helping me make dinner is her sitting on the counter in an apron eating Lucky Charms.
- Grey's Anatomy is still the best hour spent watching television.
- Favorite thing this week: The warm sunshine and MAC makeup packages in the mail.
mixed up legs
/Hannah (as a lot of 4-year-olds have been known to do) frequently puts her shoes on the wrong feet.
She did it today, and I gave my usual comment, "Your shoes are on the wrong feet. Does that matter?" (Because most days it doesn't matter to her).
Exasperated, she replied, "It's not my shoes. My legs are on the wrong feet. THAT'S THE PROBLEM, MOM!"
Clearly, I was mistaken. If only we could find a way to switch those legs around so she'd be more comfortable...
She did it today, and I gave my usual comment, "Your shoes are on the wrong feet. Does that matter?" (Because most days it doesn't matter to her).
Exasperated, she replied, "It's not my shoes. My legs are on the wrong feet. THAT'S THE PROBLEM, MOM!"
Clearly, I was mistaken. If only we could find a way to switch those legs around so she'd be more comfortable...
for love of the game
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Josh was able to make McKay's baseball game tonight, arriving about halfway through. McKay, seeing his father pull up, eagerly ran over from the dugout for a high-five and a hello.
Josh says, "Hey, Mack, what's the score?"
McKay: "I think it's tied or something. We're doing just AWESOME."
McKay then runs back to the dugout and rejoins his team.
Josh turns to me, "So, what's the score?"
Me: "The score is 7 to 1. We're 1."
Because it's not about whether you win or lose.
It's about goofing off in the dugout with a bunch of squirley boys your age, adjusting your new cup every ten seconds because it's JUST! SO! UNCOMFORTABLE!, and diving like mad when you're up to bat (after all, it is kid pitch this year, and yes, he's already been hit).
Josh says, "Hey, Mack, what's the score?"
McKay: "I think it's tied or something. We're doing just AWESOME."
McKay then runs back to the dugout and rejoins his team.
Josh turns to me, "So, what's the score?"
Me: "The score is 7 to 1. We're 1."
Because it's not about whether you win or lose.
It's about goofing off in the dugout with a bunch of squirley boys your age, adjusting your new cup every ten seconds because it's JUST! SO! UNCOMFORTABLE!, and diving like mad when you're up to bat (after all, it is kid pitch this year, and yes, he's already been hit).
