Just so you know what we've been up to,
besides the framing, insulating, building, digging, installing, growing/killing of plants, painting, cutting, rebuilding, staining, hanging, nailing, drilling,
and overall massive amounts of work that have gone on in these parts of the woods,
it's been life as usual out here.
like entire sticks of butter being eaten.
Or mashed potato binky dippin'.
"Ooh I have an idea. . . "
"Hmm not bad. . . "
And while we're on the topic of binkies, this mom is tired of a certain 1 year old always having one in her cry hole.
Let's just say I started taking it away with the exception of naptime.
Let's just say that 1 year old went to the extreme lengths of climbing a dresser to get one, only to pull it over on top of herself.
It was a frightening moment. I kind of gave up after that. For now.
But as I was saying about life on the Tremayne farm--
there's a slight obsession with watermelon 'round here.
After killer #3 was asking for one every single meal, I gave in. Again.
It's being partaken of for breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Snacktimes.
My floor is sticky. My chairs are sticky. My kids are sticking to each other.
And then there's the one with the boy's underwear fetish.
tighty whiteys, boxers, boxer briefs--
she's not picky. Changes pairs faster than you can say "Pick My Wedgie."
Oh, and let us not forget the minor incident,
involving a 3 year old. And running into a marble counter top. And breaking the other front tooth.
Yeah, you heard me: the other front tooth.
But on the bright side, now they're matching trashy.
And besides, we love to give all our money to the dentist.
And visit once a week or so. And not wear shoes there.
That's just how we roll.