little house on the prairie walks into a cubicle ...
Simon just took Dan to the airport with Sebastian who seems to be on nap strike. One of his bigger burn blisters popped and either he's in a lot of pain or I'm a really gullible mom. You probably didn't need to know any of that but I like a good over share of information hence the existence of this blog.
I am thisclose to throwing in the purple fuzzy blankie and start leaving the kids at home while Simon and I go to Mass separately. Theo and Julia are perfectly normal and decently well behaved human beings while Sebastian puts on his banshee pants, flails his limbs, and makes 75 scenes in a row every Sunday. In addition to, "dora", "is", and, "woof" he can now yell, "no!" and knows exactly when and how to use his 4th word to get the perfect rise out of his parents/glorified zoo keepers. I held my breath for a good portion of Mass this morning waiting for someone to ask us to leave - and I wouldn't have blamed them one bit as the request would've been completely justified. I'll just keep repeating one of my favorite parenting mantras, "it's just a phase" because ... it is. I pray.
We licked our bad behavior wounds and treated ourselves to some Kolaches (? is that the plural of Kolache?) after Mass. I only had a bite because of the low iodine diet of awful but it was GOOD and I wanted some mo please, Oliver Twist style.
Enough about that - let's move onto my favorite: the weather. It's awful and depressing and I hate it.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Kids Mass Behavior:
Julia: A- (slight freak out about the whereabouts of an old Dora band aid)
Bash: F .... SO many F's.
skirt: Banana Republic from 2398723847289347 years ago
shoes: c/o Blowfish
necklace: c/o Lisa Leonard Designs
glasses: Coastal.com (one of those free if you pay shipping dillies)
Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple.