and again, oh dear.

It's my week for preschool snacks. Nice.

Our world's-worst-junk-drawer is finally about to lose one of its many, varied items. Shug pushed some spider cupcake papers on me about, um, three years ago? that have yet to be put to use. And my week very conveniently coincides with Halloween (also a perk because Wednesday's class party -not done by me- takes away one of my responsibilities), so we'll be digging those suckers out of the depths. Three of the fourteen over-ripe bananas in my fridge will be put to use for banana muffins (no nuts, of course).

Thankfully, also, I have the "Letter G" week. Grapes, Goldfish, Graham Crackers... can you think of anything else? Godiva chocolates? Oh wait. Those are for me.

oh dear.

This weekend, my mom, my dad, my sister, my brother-in-law, and my second cousin (first cousin once removed?) are coming to Macon for a wedding.

This, my friends, is what folks like me (ie, housewives who don't cook and rarely clean) call a serious crisis situation. It's why I live 150 miles from my nearest relatives and do my best not to make a whole lot of friends. Significantly cuts down on drop-ins, you know.

My amazing younger sisters would have breakfast casseroles, fruit salads, homemade cinnamon rolls and blueberry crumble spread out on every surface that wasn't already taken up by the fine china and sterling silver for Sunday morning. My amazing older sister would treat everyone to lunch at Macon's equivalent of the St. Pete Yacht Club on Saturday afternoon.

I just emailed my cousin and told her to pick up a sandwich before she comes to visit.

Oh, well. At least my kids are pretty cute, and at least one of them is well-behaved. That's all I got, people, and it'll have to do.

and so goes the whole day*

7:14 am -- Mommy! John smells like something yummy!

7:16 am -- Mommy! John still smells yummy! Like fruit!

7:22 am -- Mommy! Can I play in John's exersaucer?

7:24 am -- Mommy! Will you feed me my yogurt?

7:28 am -- Mommy! Why do my toes smell bad?

7:32 am -- Mommy! Why is Goliath so big? He must've eaten a lot lot lot lot lot lot lot of chicken.

7:34 am -- Mommy! Have you ever seen a green spider man?

7:42 am -- Mommy! Why do trains say "choo choo" and not "beep beep"?

7:48 am -- Mommy! When am I going to be like the real spider man?

7:51 am -- Mommy! When am I going to be able to shoot a web with my hands?

7:52 am -- Mommy! I can ask Daddy when he gets home! He'll know the answer.

Better start thinking, Cal.

*all of the above are actual conversations that Parks and I had within a one-hour span of time this morning, and these are merely the ones that I can recall offhand.

in an effort to practice what I post.

But seriously, isn't this what you really want to see?

And just for kicks...

opposites attract

We just got finished watching The Avengers. I'm all, "YEAH!!," pumped up, ready to take on the world (or other-world). Cal glances up from his computer: "Eh? I don't get it."

I suppose this as an upcoming date-night option is, therefore, completely out of the question. Durn.

photos of mommy

My dear friend and amazing writer, Rebecca, just sent me this link after reading my post about the dreaded "After" pictures of myself.

I literally sobbed through the whole thing. Maybe I should up my medication dosage...

breakfast with a superhero (or, it must be october)

You know you're in for an interesting day when you've checked "Watch Curious George with Spiderman" off your to-do list before your coffee has finished brewing.