Nap time.

Shhhhhh... They're sleeping.

What My Hubband Does.

He test pilots $2 billion dollar submarines. After he tells everyone how to build them. (Ok, more specifically, the nuclear power plants on them.) I don't know who the other guy is, but the guy with the hair is Admiral Donald. Hubband's boss. (Also the most senior admiral in the fleet...)

This is his latest project, the USS New Mexico. And this was taken during Sea Trials. Which, you may remember took place during Thanksgiving.

He is actually in there. And seeing this picture makes me all melty inside. Which is weird. So I had to blog. Because we wouldn't be the circus if it were normal.

Those People.

You've seen them.

The ones who tape hair to their bare feet, wear a gold ring around their neck and say "my precious".

Or the ones who wear pointy hats, robes, carry an owl and broomstick.

Super fans.

Today, my kids joined their legions.

We took the boys to see "How to Tame Your Dragon" this morning.

It just so happened that the Easter Bunny brought dragon jammies in their basket. Which they wore to the film.

It was awesome. They were definitely the coolest kids there.

At least, that's my opinion...

Ahhhh....

Mark and I have been at church the last five days in a row, for the final rally before confirmation.

You know what I discovered?

Vigil Mass is long.

Vigil Mass is probably the best mass I've ever been to.

If you go to Vigil Mass, you don't have to wake up early on Sunday, get dressed up on Sunday, or fight crowds on Sunday.

We're going to go see a movie. In jeans. While everyone is at church. Because we've "been there, done that".

Happy Easter Everyone.

Brain Matter Leaking. Beware.

I had a post thought out in my brain yesterday. I had it put together, title and all. Except, it was all in my brain.

Except, I don't remember what it was. My brain matter is leaking out of my ears.

Last night Kenny woke up at about 12 am, screaming. Apparently there was a "snake" in his bed.

We patted his back, sung him his lullaby then left, thinking we were in the clear.

Nope.

15 minutes later, he's up and screaming again.

We gave him a flashlight.

No dice.

I rocked in the rocking chair with him for an hour 'til he conked back out. Laid him down.

No bueno.

Took him out of his crib (yes, he's still in the crib. Judge. I don't care. He's going to stay there until he's doing trigonometry if I have anything to say about it.) and made a bed for him on the floor of his room.

Nope.

Nothing was calming this child down. Now, at this point it's about 4am. So, we let him cry for a bit. Because I didn't know what else to do.

Blissfully, he calmed down at about 4:30. And by "blissfully" I mean he screamed until his body gave way to unconsciousness.

Then Mark's alarm clock went off at 5am.

I am SO tired. This has caused brain matter to begin leaking from my ears. So if you see me walking around with Q-tips in my ears, know that I've gone critically low.

Once I've restored my brain matter to normal operating levels, I'll post the post I had in my head. That I don't remember. Because my brain is leaking.

Until then enjoy these:

Stories to come when I can remember them.

I do remember that my life was in danger here...
Even after last night, I look at this and totally think it's worth it.

BnW's. Only Not.

We didn't have anything scheduled for the day. At. All.

I'm pretty sure I heard angels sing when my alarm didn't go off this morning.

Eventually we showered. And got dressed. In semi-coordinated attire. Then, I attacked them with the camera.

These are the result:

I'm sorry that your head is cut off in this one Braxton. I promise it doesn't mean we love you less. You are just, amazingly, getting tall. Too tall to stand while we sit in a picture, apparently.
This is not what I was going for. (Mark liked it, and made me post it for his troubles.) I think I may have figured out how to get what I want. But, it's going to take some convincing of the hubband to go for it again.

As for the picture below: (Stupid blogger won't let me type below it. SO time for a wordpress site.)

I heart this picture. I took it by accident. Kismet.

A "Wear Your Pants Backwards" Kind of Family.

Mark and I are pretty easy going parents.

Obviously, there are areas where we aren't. Some pretty steadfast rules in my house are; Mind your manners, don't play with excrement, and buckle your seatbelt.

We don't over-regulate hair, or clothing choices.

That is why the B-rox's pants are on backwards. When I pointed this out to him, he told me "I like it that way".

Alrighty then. Picture time.

He did, eventually, realize the error of his ways. When he nearly didn't make it to the potty in time.

Which would have been funny.

I do not believe I am a horrible mother for thinking that. Some lessons you just can't be told, after all.

This morning definitely confirmed we are a "wear your pants backwards" kind of family.

I like it.