Conversations with Julia

While driving in the car:
Julia: Bash is a cookie monster, I'm a snuggle bug, and baby Theo is a big ugly giant

While driving in the car again and an Of Monsters and Men song came on:
Julia: Is this Cracklemore?
Grace: No but that's a good guess
Julia: I know

Watching me do her hair in the mirror:
Julia: (sigh) I are SO pretty. 
Grace: 
Julia: I not want piggy tails in my hair
Grace: okay
Julia just want some veggie tails

On one bizarre night that I made a full blown meal and Simon was home:
Grace: Julia, please go upstairs and tell Daddy dinner is ready.
Julia: (not moving) Sime!!!!!! Come get your food.

Simon asked his anti-social hermit wife to ask the neighbor to bring in our trash can while we were out of town so I took Julia with me and knocked on the door:
Grace: I kind of hope they aren't home.
Julia: just don't worry! it will be just okay!

While watching me fold laundry she picked up a pair Simon's boxers:
Julia: Oh, this is where daddy does his potty training?

A frequent exclamation when we pull into the hospital parking lot:
Julia: Wook! Dis is where Daddy lives.

No matter how many times I correct her:
Grace: Have you seen my flip flops?
Julia: hmmm no I not seen your clip clops

Saying goodnight recently ...
Simon: I love you, Julia
Julia: I wove you too, Daddy
Grace: I love you, Julia
Julia: sanks
Grace:

Whenever she wants something I'm eating:
Julia: please!! please!! please!! please!! please!! please!! please!! please!!
Grace: You only need to say please once
Julia: please once

or

Julia: please!! please!! please!! please!! please!! please!! please!! please!!
Grace: You only need to say one please
Julia: one please

Watching me drink soda out of a can
Julia: can I have a sip of your wine?

After witnessing an ambulance speed by with sirens blaring and lights flashing on the interstate:
Julia: Whoa, whats da rush?!

Playing with Simon's work badge:
Julia: is this daddy's bitch?
Grace: um, yes that is his badge
Julia: yeah, his bitch.

and bonus! Bash version ...

Grace: Sebastian, do you want some food?
Sebastian: no!

Grace: Bash, do you want to come read a book?
Sebastian: no!

Grace: Bash, do you love Mommy?
Sebastian: no!

Julia finds Sebastian crying about something senseless: 

Julia: Bash, are you crazy?!

Bash: no.

Randomly:
Julia: (fake laughing) oh, BASH! Are you kidding me?!
Sebastian:
Julia: (still fake laughing) Are you? Are you kidding me, Bash?!
Sebastian:
Julia: (more fake laughing) Bash! Are you KIDDING ME?!
Sebastian: no!
Julia: (done laughing) okay.

What I Wore Sunday

Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple. 

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The flowers chose to be in focus which is just great because you know those outfits you think are good decisions but then see a photo and suddenly feel the need to reevaulate your entire life? Never drastic around here.

We need to pull it together with the Mass situation because we are just a big mess of tardy lately. We were late for our favorite 30 minute hospital Mass yet again. Simon needed a 12 minute nap after getting home from work because you know that Simon and his selfish ways and I need to take a class on getting kids dressed because you'd think I was dressing greased pork with my 18-minute-per-child wrestles. We sat in the back BACK for the first time ever because the back pews were taken. Sebastian assumed no pew meant creative freedom on the reverence front which was no reverential behavior at all. Same back arching, run awaying, kick moms shins when she dares to pick me upping story. It's all very interesting and I'm sure you love yawn reading about yawn adventures with a toddler boy yawn at Mass. We're special and we know it. Clapping hands.

I altered these pants last summer when I was about 14 weeks along (and looking super thrilled and awake and refreshed!) with Theo and I'm still having trouble zipping the side zipper so they might live to see the Goodwill pile because no one needs side zipper parachute pant stress in their life. At least that's my mantra for today.

the stuffs:
pants: Old Navy Clearance
shirt: H&M (one of those new fangled hi-low shirts that I'm too geriatric to pull off so tucked it went)
(pentacostpropriate!)necklace: made by Kris
glasses: Firmoo*
shoes: 99 years old from Target

behavior report card:
Julia: B+ aside from the vocal revelation that "Jesus is nakey!!!"
Bash: F ... always
Theo: A ... please never grow up to be like your less mature brother

*this is my second pair of glasses from Firmoo and they are my new favorite pair. They are still offering their first pair free promo so ... get on it. And even if you don't ... these puppies cost a mere $36 with the prescription lenses. They have the fancy shmance virtual try-on feature but I especially loved that you can look at pictures of multiple people wearing the different frames to get an idea of how different pairs look on different face shapes. You know? You do. 

She Thought She Could So She Did

I don't even know if I'm quoting that right but you know what doesn't inspire me? Inspirational quotes. Same goes for motivational quotes and motivati- you get it. Maybe ... "the mom that doesn't lose her shit over the eleventieth toddler fight of the day is a goddess" or something along the lines of, "dream smaller" or, "dream less" or, "make today ordinary" would get me all bright eyed and looking far off into the sunsetty distance of potential but the usuals ... they tend to do little. That's a lie - they do nothing. There was a huge mural on an empty storefront in a mall in New Orleans that said something about letting our setbacks and not our successes define us (novel) -- right there in between J.Crew and Anthropologie and Starbucks ... so contextual. It made me smile. What?

Anyway ... all that to say that I decided I wanted to get my hair cut like this but I couldn't find an appointment on super short notice during a time that Simon would be home and before the weekend of the zillion hour shift began and I didn't want to wait. So I watched 1.5 hair cutting tutorials on YouTube, found a pair of dull scissors and the little tiny comb they sent home from the hospital with Theo, hid in the downstairs bathroom and went to town. Following the first tutorial's instructions (flip your hair over -- put it in a ponytail and just snip off the end of the ponytail) left me with my hair looking like spaghetti noodles falling out of the bag -- jagged. By this time Sebastian had found me so I had to run and hide in his room (tripling as the guest room and the room where I keep my clothing) to keep going but Julia came and gawked so I then had to lock myself in the normal bathroom and finish it up. Anyway, I used this method and while I wanted kind of a super long (and safe) bob ... this is what we ended up with ...

 

Not fair because obviously the before is wet and flat and the after is curled and helped with a cardigan. I'm not saying I'll never hit up a salon again but it saved a head of lettuce and who really cares? It's not "just hair" but it is. If you hate it ... say so only using your inside your head voice.

To see a WAY cuter chops ... go see Dorian and Jessie and even though I didn't get it together enough to pound out some takes today go read Jen's and beg her to write that memoir.



Have an inspiring weekend.
Or don't.

those best laid plans

I was just innocently sitting here doing what I do (parent - the verb) during that ever-awesome post nap but still before Dad comes home fuh-hun time of day. Sebastian isn't drunk but you'd think he was the way he's tried and tried and tried and TRIED to put my flip flops on my feet over and over and over and over and OVER again. Julia has gone back to bed 17 times since she woke up 18 minutes ago (my choice, not the dictator's) and Theo is almost rolling over to not completion like he tends to do when he's not finger gnawing or formula chugging or napping.

(not roller not pictured, obviously)

I was being my abnormally optimistic self and thinking that Simon might get home within the hour when he let me know via stealth text from clinic he still has nine patients to see in clinic. I think every patient gets 30 minutes? I don't really know and I'll maintain my optimistic outlook for 6 more minutes before I turn back into a pissy pumpkin. Anyway, I read the text nine more times just for fun and waited for an emoticon of the joking variety (something Simon has never sent but ... fat ladies flying and singing pigs and all jat zazz). Nomoticon thus far so naturally my response has been that of a mature toddler ...

Mmmm ... a little more of a brow furrow because I have worry lines to maintain but ... you get the general photograph.

Am I complaining? No no no no ... it's more of a sireny whine which is centuries more annoying. Actually, you know what? Allow me to craft a visual ...

There. And official.

Bash is coping by shoving Simon's toothbrush down his pants (really hope it's outer diaper rather than the alternative) and Julia's trying to force his fat hooves into her flower girl shoes while begging to watch a show on "duh compyoodah" (a request you better believe I'm going to indulge) and I am now typing with one hand - thank you sweet Theo in my other hand. Run-on nothing.

(I didn't have any plans and I vacillate between thinking it's better knowing or not knowing that it's going to be a late night with just the kids but today I think it would've been better to know? I'm a planner but not a doer which makes for a super great personality. I maybe would've at least planned to go on a destinationless drive? Again planning and doing .... different animals)

Smiles for all.