Gene Kelly, Donald O'connor, and Debbie Reynolds.

Yesterday brought rain and reasonable temperatures. Because 87 is "reasonable" when you've just had a week of 100+ temps. We so jumped out side and took advantage of some natural vitamin D.Yeah, I don't even know either. But I often find his antics hilarious. His face coupled with the jammie top, diaper, and sandals, was just too much. (Btw. He's wearing a g-diaper, and I love them. Tons. If you're expecting - or hope to be expecting, or have a baby - look into them. Please. They're good for your baby and the planet.)

Braxton didn't want to "ruin" his hair. So he put on his pirate raincoat. Which doesn't actually cover his hair. He also played with a hockey stick.
And then pouted when we explained that "high sticking = penalty box". We laughed and cackled too, because ruining their fun is awesome...

Kieran, being a superhero-firefighter for me. While B-rox punches him in the head. Brothers are awesome.
Which then brought on this:

Kenny: You're the bad guy.

B-rox: No, you are

Kenny: No, you are

B-rox: No, you are

Both: No DADDY IS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

It was nice to get out and just have a few silly moments.

Caution: Mom.

Mom, you may not want to look at these pics. Fair warning.

I cut my hair a couple of weeks ago - and for fun I added a pink streak. The cut - SUPER love. I'm not much of a "hair" person, so the easier the better. This is pretty durn easy, considering I have crazy hair. Thick, course, and stubborn. 10-15 minutes and I look put together every morning.
For me, that's what makes a magical cut.
The pink was fuschia - but it's fading. That's ok. I have pictures to document my "quarter life crisis".
And, Mark said this truly showed off the "crazy" of it all. I can't figure out if he meant my hair of me...

Also, the pics are not awesome. And don't do the cut justice. But it's an idea.

Blowin' Stuff Up.

It's the American way.

Apparently America is also enthralled by 3-D everything right now. These glasses were handed out to watch the fireworks in 3-D. I say they wanted everybody to go back to the 70's and pretend they just took a hit of acid.

And some fireworks. Where I didn't have a stand and couldn't hold my breath that long...

Ignore the camera movement and they're kinda cool.
I had a great fourth of July. I hope you did too.

Vaginas = Pancakes

When Mark and I first had kids we decided that we would call genitalia by what it is. No need to be ashamed of what it is right? Plus, if you aren't educated on your bodies, you can't make healthy decisions for it.

So, when Braxton was one he started calling his penis a "beep". It stuck, and it's been a beep ever since.

Somewhere along the lines he figured out a pretty huge difference between himself and mommy. We told him God made us different, and he let the issue drop. Four year olds are awesome that way.

Well, today during a diaper change for Sir Kenny, he and B-rox started listing who had beeps and who had "girl beeps".

Which is a thread that just begged for Braxton to ask the question "what are girl beeps called?".

Me: "vaginas"

Braxton: "Ok, girl beeps are flat. Does that mean that vagina is spanish for pancake?"

Never again will IHOP hold quite the same appeal for me...

Mother's Day. Finally.

Who doesn't want to spend Mother's Day with 27 preschoolers? The moms of B-rox's school are given a day in May, where they get to attend school with their kid. It's pretty awesome.

Here's what we did:

Lined up.

Cheesed for the camera.

Did karate while singing the days of the week, months of the year and some counting.

Had a little share time.

This is the line. (B-rox wanted you guys to see where he sits...)

Then we played a game. Where Braxton always wins...

Some number rods.

Can anybody guess which rods I counted in?

Made a water fountain.

Cleaned up the water fountain, and posed for a cute-ola picture.

Ate snack. With Gracie.

He was pretty stoked that snack was a special treat...

Finger stamped some butterflies.

Painted.

Took a picture he will someday not want shown to his girlfriend...

Looked at rocks. We spent a very long time on this one...

Cracked an egg, and identified all the parts.

Beaded a bracelet that was for mom, but not actually for mom.

Sucked the water out of one container, and squirted it in another.

Then we sang more songs and then goodbyes.

Preschool is Ridiculously exhausting.

Naps were taken.

It was also a fan-freaking-tastic Mother's day for me.

Some Things On My Mind.

*White house sex scandals. A very long time ago, I made the conscious decision that I would never get married to anybody with political ambitions.

Mark, thank you for your uber-nerddom and un-desire to be political.

*General McChrystal. Seriously. Whether you think your boss is a douche or not - what purpose does it really serve to yap it to 'Rolling Stone' magazine? It definitely didn't help you do your job, and all those guys you're begging for respect now think it's ok to call you a jackhole to your face. Way to lead by example. Great contradiction to a very specific paragraph in that article... Jeesh.

*The Disney Princess Half Marathon. February 25-27, 2011. Kelley, the SIL and I are running that.

Mark and his mom and dad will be running the 5k.

How much cooler can a family vacation get? I'm stoked. Now I just have to convince Mark that driving down there is a horrible idea.

*G-Diapers. Amazing. Kieran's diaper rash has run and hid, he can now identify when he's wet and poopy, without sticking his hand down his pants. It's also good for the earth. Who can complain about that?

*Panera. They're out of creamy tomato soup. Best tomato soup ever. And Panera Inc. or Corp. or whatever is out. Jerks.

*Kieran's ears. The surgery went smoothly, and the only thing the doctor said was "they were really gross and gunky - keep him on the drops seven days instead of two".

Since the surgery, his vocabulary and sentence structure has indeed improved. He's also stopped his incessant whining and is sleeping through the night again.

A blessing. Pure and simple.

*Mark's transportation to work over the summer. He's been carpooling with some friends who live down the road. However, one of them happens to be a teacher. Like a sane person, she chooses to sleep her tuckus in over the summer. Can't say that I blame her... So, there are only two of them for the summer - and you can't HOV with dos... Mark has been in early, home late. Which cuts out my workout time. That makes me cranky. Which makes him cranky. Which makes me cranky.

Vicious cycle.

*Chicago. I'll be there at the end of July. With Mark. And not the kids. Which, is going to be awesome.

Now, I just need to get us some awesome walking shoes... Keen - anyone?

*The bestest. Mrs. Wookie. She's lame and thinks it's acceptable to follow her man back to the best coast. She also thinks it's ok to go on vacation with her family to the UK in the short amount of time she has left here.

I'm sad.

*Books. I have book club meeting on Monday. I haven't started this month's book... I should get on that.

*Air you can hold. The humidity today is 91%. Is that even safe? From what I understand - 100% humidity means water. So, I take this to mean there is more H2O than O2 out there. That doesn't seem ok...

*Sundresses and skirts. Lifesavers when you live in a place that you can hold the air. Can't. Get. Enough.

*This weekend. I'm getting my hairdid. It's about damn time. Can't wait.

And now that I've gone from national news to the "you probably don't give one hoot or holler" stuff, I'll sign off - with the hope that I'll get another post up after I've dropped off the B-rox to VBS.

It's The Third Sunday In June.

Don't forget to at least call your dad.

Happy Father's Day daddy. Best Daddy a girl could ever pray for. Happy Father's Day Rickey. Best Padre-I-L - ever.

Happy Father's day to the men responsible for being irresponsible sometime before them...

And, Happy Father's day to the father of my children.

They're lucky to have you.

Happy Father's Day Hubband. We love you. Mucho.