Wednesday, October 31

Why Don't Witches Like To Ride Their Brooms When They Are Angry?

They are afraid of flying off the handle.

A friend of mine e-mailed me today, to ask me if I was riding around on my broom, because I am such a b$tch - I mean, witch. But I said I wasn't riding on my broom, because as another good friend pointed out, I had on my campaigning outfit today - since I am running a "Gini Campaign". ....LONG STORY that I am NOT getting into on my blog......right now, anyway......The kids looked awesome tonight, but I have to say FOOTBALL ROCKS. Sorry Hannah, sorry Connor, but Garrin looked so freakin' cute tonight.

Picture proof:

Alter Egos (per Jerolyn)

Jerolyn did this on her blog and asked that whoever read it to try it out on thier own blogs. If you don't have a blog - copy and paste it and send it to me on e-mail. It is hysterical!!

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME:(first pet & current car)- Satan Expedition - hold on, let me bite the head off this bat!

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)- Chocolate Chip Chocolate Chip - you can call me "4C", brotha.

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME:(first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) - G-Her - not doin' it for me.

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal)-Purple Cheetah - crouchin' down low - unda cova....

5.YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:(middle name, city where you were born)-Marie Oshawa - borrrring....

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) -
Hergi - "I am your mother..."

7.SUPERHERO NAME:(”The” + your 2nd favorite color, your favorite drink) - The Blue Diet Coke - nah

8. NASCAR NAME:(the first names of your grandfathers)-Joseph Edward - sounds like the name of guy that came over on the Mayflower.

9. STRIPPER NAME:(the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent,favorite candy) –Dolce Gabbana Laffy Taffy - I think the candy screwed it up for me.

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:(mother’s & father’s middle names )-Norena Franklin - I like it, I like it..

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)-Marlin Miami - I'd obviously be doing the weather somewhere on the true it is, then.

12. SPY NAME/BOND GIRL: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)-Christmas Hydrangea - how sweet!

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) -
Nectarine Jeanie - I like this one.

14. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)-Cinnamon Toast Olive - right on, man.

15. YOUR ROCK STAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”) – The Floral Arranging Sunshine Tour - uhh, not good.

Tuesday, October 30

I Don't Want To Take A Picture....

....just OPEN the flippin' box!!!!!!.....

Monday, October 29

I Take That Back....sort of

OK - day 2 of the swim meet yesterday.... We get there and I find out that Connors final times - are NOT qualifying times. I talk to the coaches and they are in disbelief also. Very long story short - Sunday's meet saved Connor and he qualified in his 25 freestyle and can swim the 25 breaststroke in addition to.......No pictures from today's meet - forgot the camera.

Saturday, October 27

Change of Plans

Dang, he looks all "puffed up" in those pictures, doesn't he? Well he should because this was Connor's first "sanctioned" meet (which means he gets to 'keep' the times he gets now that he is a USA Swimmer), and he swam two State Meet qualifying times. RIGHT ON CONNOR. So this means that he will be traveling with my SuperFly Hannah to Carson City in a couple of weeks. Sorry Auntie Kimmy and Uncle Dennis!!!
Speaking of my SuperFly - Hannah just swam her first SCSRT time (Southern California Swimming Reportable Time) in her 100 Breaststroke by cutting 3 seconds today!!!!!! Tomorrow she is going to try for the SCSRT in her 100 IM.
My Superstars!

Friday, October 26

Letting Go

This is how I feel lately, about my general relationship with my daughter. If it is not one thing we are butting heads about, it is another.

There used to be a day where I could say something to her, and it wouldn't necessarily be "Ok, Mom", but it wouldn't be "NO", or "I don't want it that way", or "I don't like that" or "I want to do it myself" or whatever. But lately that it how it is. She's 10 going on 16 and it sucks.

Take last night:

My ultimate scenario - Hannah and Connor are both getting ready to go to a Halloween Party. Connor puts his costume on super quick. Hannah gets ready to have me help her put her "look" together. She is some goth, skull zombie girl thing. I flat iron her hair, apply the makeup, help her get dressed, spray some red crap in her hair - and they are off.

Reality - Hannah and Connor are both getting ready to go to a Halloween Party. We are rushed because Hannah just got home from workout, her hair is full of chlorine and is soaking wet. She decides that she needs to eat and lolly-gags with eating for oh, about 30 minutes. Now the party has started. Connor, on the other hand, puts on his costume super quick. (See - My Ultimate Scenario above!) Now Hannah is blowdrying her chlorine hair. As she dresses, she complains about the legging thingy's that are a part of her costume, and low and behold one of the straps on them mysteriously breaks. Now the arguing begins. I get out the scissors, she screams, thinking I am going to meticulously cut her costume into shreds, but really, I just cut off the strap. Now we start flat ironing. I guess I am to do only the bangs, where as I want to do the whole head. She wriggles - I burn her ear. More screaming, and more fighting. Now it is make-up time. Fake eyelashes, no fake eyelashes, no wait - do them, no never mind - don't do them. She decides to do them. We pull them off about 1 minute later. Eyeshadow is going onto places it shouldn't, according to Hannah. Doesn't like the mole I dotted on. Wants the word RIP written on her face, but she wants it under her hair, I want it on her cheek. More yelling. Connor is just sitting and watching. So now we go outside to spray paint her hair. And I am ecstatic because this I DO right. Yippee. Now the kids are about 45 minutes late for the party. I am pissed off. Connor is still just sitting there and Hannah wants to kill me and go live with another family.

Happy Party!!! From today forward, I am letting the reigns go a little bit, for my own sanity.

Thursday, October 25

I Call It A Good Day

Garrin decided that he would power nap before the strenuous swim lesson he was going to have to endure today. How frickin cute is his new Body Glove wet suit? Debbie said the water is a little chilly for the babies, so anything to make him like swimming more at this point, I am ALL OVER IT!

Here is Garrin waiting for Isabella to finish her turn. He is actually sitting on the step like a good boy. A couple of weeks ago, he saw that as an opportunity to escape!
Here he is drinking the pool water...I mean going under with Debbie.

And wait...what is that???...he is smiling and giggling and laughing....What did it take? About 4 weeks. Not bad.

We are finally on the upswing....knock on wood.

Wednesday, October 24

An Open Letter To My Beautiful Daughter

No, no...let me re-phrase.....I Am Putting This In Print Because I Am Sick Of Repeating Myself!

Dear Hannah -

You have written on my blog that I never write about you, so I am dedicating a whole entire post to you, my sweet girl. Let us back up to 4:05 this afternoon, when I get a call from you from the pool.

You have a headache.
Can I come and get you?

Now mind you, I just pulled into the garage after the 20 minute drive from the pool.

Did you NOT have the headache when you got out of school? Did you NOT have the headache when you got to the pool? Did you NOT have the headache when you walked onto the pool deck? How about when you put your bags down? Or when you got undressed to hop in? Or were you just waiting for me to get ALL THE WAY HOME, before you called me?

Anyhoo - Here it is, my pretty:

You get headaches. The reason you get headaches is because you are dehydrated. In case you haven't had that as a vocabulary word, here you go:

"experiencing fluid loss: lacking water in the body, as the result of loss of bodily fluids or from being deprived of liquid".

Ok, so what does this mean for you, my love? It means, you are an athlete, your body NEEDS hydration more often than most people, and if you don't hydrate you get a stinking MIGRAINE.

See copied information below that is readily available for you to read on the internet instead of reading everyones blog - I've highlighted it in pretty BLUE to help you think of WATER.

Sports Nutrition For Young Adults: Hydration

Proper nutrition is fundamental to fitness and performance. Although many athletes carefully regulate their diet, they may pay little attention to their body's fluid needs. They often misunderstand and, as a result, underplay the importance of water to good nutrition.

The Effects Of Dehydration
Dehydration is a net loss of water and fluids from the body, caused by an imbalance in the body's supply and demand. The first symptom of dehydration is fatigue. Other early symptoms of dehydration include:
- thirst
- headache
- dry or "cotton" mouth
- dizziness or lightheadedness
- weakness
- rapid heartbeat
- dry, flushed skin
- muscle cramps

Continuing on: State is in less than three weeks and Debbie needs you to just cut the crap, get in the water, bust your butt, work hard, so that way you can kick some a$$ at the meet. OK??

And just to prove to all my friends how much my kids, really do listen to me - when I picked Connor up tonight from his workout, his water was in his net bag with about 4 sips taken out of it. Way to go, Connor! You put that water bottle right on the pool deck like I told you this afternoon.

So, in closing, baby, I love you. But you have to know I am so sick and tired of repeating this same shpeel over and over and over again. Drink your water. Drink as much during the day as possible, I don't care if you need to pee 12 times a day. DO IT. Your class is selling water for crying out loud!! Make sure your Gatorade comes OUT of your bag during workout. DRINK DRINK DRINK. No more headaches.

Debbie, you can thank me later.

Love you always - your mother

Tuesday, October 23

a day in the life of the binkie

Now, if you are friends with a pediatrician, or a pediatric dentist or a speech therapist, please do not forward them my blog. This post is NOT for them.

The Binkie, sometimes otherwise known as the nuk, the no no, the bink, the plug etc etc... let's just say, it's a dirty little secret here in the Land Of Garrin. Hannah had her thumb, Connor had a nuk for a short, short time, and Garrin has the B-I-N-K-I-E (we spell it when Garrin shouldn't hear me talking about it).

So his 1st birthday comes and goes, and my promises (to myself) to get rid of this thing, pass by. Then the promise was 18 months. He had gotten very sick and had to go to the hospital and I felt bad and yadda yadda yadda, got the binkie whenever he wanted. So then I am thinking - OH BY 2 FOR SURE! No kid of mine is gonna have this thing in their mouth......well, we are 2 weeks too late for that one.

Now mind you, we don't travel with the binkie, ordinarily. He has it for nap time, if that happens, and at bedtime. Period.

Today was an EXTRAORDINARY NEEDY DAY, evidently. Starting out with my having to go to a meeting this morning. I brought it with me "Just In Case". So when Garrin decides he is going to "read" his book at the meeting, I pop in the binkie, and to my surprise - he talks right through it - likes its not even there. So now the general public has seen that have popped in a binkie into the mouth of my "large-sized" two year old. Hmm. No going back from here now. Meeting's over, on our way home, and he is sucking sucking sucking like he just can't get enough binkie - "Gotta Have More Binkie". (Reminds me of one of my most favorite SNL skits - Gotta Have More Cow Bell). Anyhoo. Falls asleep, get home, up to bed. 2 hours later, down he comes with not just the one binkie, but another one he mysteriously found. You know what I'm talkin' about - they are everywhere in this house, I just can't find them myself. So then he plays for awhile never letting go of them. And it has turned into one of those days that I would just rather let him have it, then listen to the tantrum he is going to pull if I try to take it away. It's nice out, all the windows are open, and I just don't want to deal. So, then one manages to go with us to school, to pick up Hannah and Connor, then to the pool and then back home. Forget dinner, because now back home, he has found the secondary replacement and is taking sucks between the two of them, alternating every 35 seconds or so - back and forth, back and forth. All instead of eating his meal. And now dammit, it's bedtime. Now when he can have it, he has located another and now has three. He spyed one behind the couch, and because the windows are still open tonight, I move the couch and let him go for it - after all - he is going to sleep now, right?

And this is what I get:


Friday, October 19

Look Out Behind You, Hannah!!!

Hey who is that with the Herbst cap on?? - it's not Nikki or Brittany. Oh that right, it's my Connor!

He did awesome. This was his first meet ever. 25 Freestyle, 25 Backstroke. And if this was a sanctioned meet, he would have his first "state" time in the freestyle. Next week he will swim his first sanctioned meet and get to keep his times.

Hannah better watch out! Connor was in it to win it tonight. A little sibling rivalry, in a good way, though. I'll take some of that, right about now. Great job, Connor!!!

Thursday, October 18

A Means To An End

An idiom that means:

something that you are not interested in but that you do because it will help you to achieve something else.

Which brings us to todays swim lesson:

Garrin's counterpart, Isabella, cried more than he did today, so I call that "a good day".
We will have another swim team member before you know it!

Wednesday, October 17

Right On, Baby!

Bill just sent me this:

In case you missed it on 60 Minutes, this is what Andy Rooney thinks about women over 40. "As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why.A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, 'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off that you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!"

Tuesday, October 16


1. a comfortable ride

2. I look "cool" driving a big SUV

3. it's fast

4. lots of room for lots of kids and necessary gear to get them where ever they need to go

5. good for long trips to California

6. smokin' hot stereo to blast music and embarrass Hannah

7. did I say it's fast?

8. and did I say it has LOTS of room?


1. gum wrappers in nooks where I didn't know there were nooks

2. spilled smoothies and spilled sodas in the third row cup holders

3. containers from said drinks on floor under 2nd row seat

4. coloring books

5. trains

6. pen from nintendo DS

7. 42 hair clips/hair elastics - which is why Hannah never has them upstairs in her bathroom

8. leftover hot pockets/bagels/oatmeal from breakfast on way to swim meet

9. plates

10. binkies

11. railroad track

12. dvd's getting all scratched

13. cd's getting all scratched

14. underwear

15. sock

16. snorkel

17. pencil

18. used wet-ones (okay, that might be mine)

19. spilled coffee (okay, that is definitely mine)

20. snout prints on all windows from Lucy

21. used kleenex

22. enough crumbs, that if I ran away to Connecticut with the Escalade leaving a trail, the kids could still find me.
23. receipts from McDonalds, Toys R'Us, Target, Borders, WAMU, Dairy Queen, and Starbucks

Monday, October 15

Why I Love An Upstairs Laundry Room

It's the Monday after a swim meet, which translates into, 'on top of the 45 loads of laundry upstairs, I now have 3 extra loads to wash from a swim meet alone'. Anyhoo - Bill got a head start on the laundry for me yesterday, while we were at the meet (love you babe), so that was a blessing in itself.

Gotta love the laundry room upstairs, cause I don't have all that much stuff to carry up to wash. And most of what is washed, stays upstairs - Hallelujah! But when the swim towels are all clean - DOWN THEY COME.....................right over the top railing, ready to be folded an put away.

Lucy is a little freaked out, not knowing how she is going to get upstairs now. Poor Lucy.

Sunday, October 14

Is It Monday Yet??

We had a very full weekend with soccer, swimming and Garrin's Birthday. Another victory for the Scorpions on Saturday 11 to 1. Hannah had a great meet this weekend. 2 first place victories, 2 second place, and 3 third place wins. Here are a couple of pics.

Here's Hannah swimming the butterfly on Sunday...oh, no....that's Michael Phelps....

Here's Connor playing soccer on Saturday...oh, no...that's David Beckham......

A few little highlights from Garrin's birthday.....

Saturday, October 13

NO NO, I Don't Want To Be TWO

Friday, October 12

Breakfast of Champions

7:30 am - October 12th, 2007 - Fueling up for a big morning at the park - Raspberry Popsicle

Thursday, October 11

So Much Love Around Here

The love is always flowing between my kids. Just this morning, for instance. Setting: in the car on the way to school. Connor did not study for a geography test, so since I am driving, I asked Hannah to read him his questions.

Hannah "What is the body of water that is surrounded on all sides called?"

Connor "A lake"

Hannah "Correct"

Hannah "Name a state that does not touch another state on any sides."

Connor "Alaska or Hawaii"

Hannah "Correct"

Hannah "On a map, what symbol is used to designate a city: a star, a dot..."

Connor "A dot"


Hannah "On a map, what symbol is used to designate a city: a star, a dot, a triangle?"

Connor "(sigh) (rolling of the eyes) A dot"

Can you feel the love?

Wednesday, October 10

It's Wednesday....

Garrin's swim lesson was today. And he is now taking a power nap. He screamed for most of the lesson today, not all of it. The pictures say it all. He got a huge hug after all this!!!!

Tuesday, October 9


Some things I obsess about:
My pantry. Everything is separated and all labels facing forward. Yes, the doors are glass and you can kinda see through them, so isn't it a good thing that I do this?
Folding towels (and all laundry for that matter). Everything is folded so it looks like it was ironed. Which brings me to my next obsession.
Ironing - Everything must be ironed before it is worn. And besides, its feels good putting it on when it is still warm.
My makeup and my jewelry - Everything is in its own little, neat divided tray, so I can see all of my selections - easily and quickly.
Steam-cleaning things. It doesn't matter to me - tile floors, carpet, couch, whatever. If my heated 5 scrubbing headed mean steam machine can reach it - I will clean it.
Hangars - Bill and my closet - wooden hangars. The kids plastic. Clothes are divided in sections and all hangars are the same distance apart.

I am sure there is more. I can thank my mother for teaching me to be this way, the short time she was here with us. Maybe my brother and sister will respond to this and add their own list. Chris - can you say "shampoo bottles"?

Think Think Think

I have those days when I do more thinking that usual. Today is one of those, so I may have to post 2 or 3 or 9 times today. Whatever pops in my head and sticks.

Starting with - Multi-tasking Shmulti-tasking. That's what my kids could say if they could actually 'say' it. How is it that I can get sooo much done in the short span of the morning before the kids get driven to school - and the kids can't? Why does Hannah just stand in the hallway after she turns on her shower? Waiting for hot water, possibly? NO. We have instant hot water in this house. So I am thinking as I pass by her and snidly ask "Why are you not in the shower yet?" as I am glancing into her room - Why can she not just pick up the dirty clothes on her floor, or the papers that are scattered everywhere, or the band-aid wrappers or hair clips or elastics, or posters or get it my point.....while "THE SHOWER IS WARMING UP" that really was warm as soon as she turned it on. And Connor. Can he just be OK that sometimes I am NOT on the same floor of the house he is, and that he will be okay taking a shower, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, putting on his socks and shoes while I am NOT standing directly over to him?? No, he needs to come downstairs buck nekkid to see where I am, and when I will be coming back upstairs. In the time it takes him to go up and down the stairs, he could have done all the above, and tidied up his room and bathroom and possibly the 17 playstation games that are strewn about the game room. NOOOO.


Secondly. How, when there are 5 or 6 cars, moving at a snail's pace (15 mph) through a school zone, does the ONE GUY that is doing about 55 through that area and passing all of us, not WONDER WHY WE ARE ALL GOING SO STINKING SLOW???? Granted, I gun it, as soon as I see the 35 mph speed limit sign....

Monday, October 8

You Sly Dog, You..

This is a picture of my little sly dog(devil), Garrin who posed so nicely for this photo this morning. This post in fact is pertaining to my other two sly dogs, Hannah and Connor though. Garrin is way cuter and so.....a photo. Just joking.

So today's big project, and those close to me can verify this, was setting up my Halloween Village. It takes me just the morning alone to unpack each item, and we aren't even talking set up yet.

All is in its spot, and tonight when dinner, soccer technical training and swimming and most homework was done, I ran out to the fabric store to get stuff for my houses. The fake grass, actually. So I am 4th in line of about 12 people to get my measly little three yards, of a gorgeous shade of dark green, felt. Of course the ones in front of me have about 17 different bolts of fabric, with various lengths needed, and one cutter. Now honestly, I don't give two craps about who is getting what frickin nightgown out of which fabric or what color the placket is going to be or seeing this lady model some sheer red tulle type of fabric as a toga - I just want my 3 yards. (Sorry, I am getting off on a tangent)

Finally I get home at 8:30. Both kids in bed with jammies. Hmm. Not right. Well lets just put it this way. When these two little sly dogs are home with Dad, they try to trick him into thinking they are ALL done with homework.......Yes, yes, they both read. What did Connor read? Frog and Toad - yep, read that in kindergarten - Hello - we are in second grade now!!!!! Let's see, studying?? Anybody study spelling words? Nope. Anybody remember the scramble last Friday in the morning in the car on the way to school - Hannah???????? Speling - oh I mean SPELLING??? And The Great American??? When was the last time we studied states and capitals - 'cause we were pretty close 2 weeks ago and now how's that memorization going?? Connor write his reading log??? No, why? Maybe Mrs. O'Brien will see FROG and TOAD on it?? Hmm......

Why is it so tempting to pull one over on Dad? Do my kids really think that I am not going to check?

Sunday, October 7

Can You Say...."Encarta"??

Not much going on today at our house. Did some shopping for fall type clothes because it is cold here, a mostly unnecessary, but fruitful Costco run, hit the Rack for kids shoes even though we just bought some a month ago, that don't fit anymore. Finally finished a Jodi Picoult book that I have been nursing for about 8 months now and am getting ready to chill and watch the end of football, when I thought I would get in a quick surf of the net, (J-Lo is supposedly pregnant with twins), and a quick update on some blogs, when I read my daughters.......

Eye m not shoor how she kan bea in fith graid, and continyoo two get thee farely good graids that shee duz, with thee wai her speling iz. And eye em knot tawking ubowt riting in kode, leyeke the kidz doo theze daize - with teckt messiging end all.

God help her, when she gets to sixth grade. Or Encarta or Miriam Webster, or something!!!!

Saturday, October 6

What Time Is It?

The weekend - how great is the weekend. Since I am such a psycho about being on a regimented schedule during the week - I look forward to just (trying) to relax on the weekends. Sure we have stuff to do - but why get myself so worked up about it.

Why? Because Hannah was up and out of the house this morning for a two hour work out by 8:30 am. I actually had some friends pick her up and bring her, because I was hoping Garrin and Connor would sleep in a bit. Bill was expected home at 10 am from a trip and I had to be at Michael's at noon for my "I'm forty-two and I need to look as young as possible" grey hair cover-up appointment. Then back home to get ready for Connor's soccer game. So the bags are packed , Connor is ready, Hannah is meeting us there, and ...............................

There still Sunday left to relax.

Friday, October 5

How To NOT Start Your Day...

It was apparent that it would be an early morning, even though the kids had no school. Garrin, who has been sleeping quite peacefully the past couple of nights while Bill has been traveling, was up a lot during the night and then up for the day, by 7 - 7:30. But whatever, when you have three kids you just kinda roll with the punches.So the other two are up by 8 - 8:30. I made muffins and biscuits for breakfast, and actually, there was minimal fighting between Hannah and Connor. Minimal meaning, I only said "CAN....THE....TWO....OF....YOU.....PLEEEEASE........STOP........
FIGHTING???......JUST......STOP .....TALKING.......TO......EACH......
EACH....... OTHER..........PU-LEEEASE..........STOP!!!" three or four times during the 15 minutes we ate breakfast together.So anyway - it was decided that since I dropped the ball on ordering costumes out of a catalog or the internet, that we were going to head down to one of the 77 Halloween shops that they have managed to open here, in storefronts that I either, didn't know existed or were replacing stores I didn't know closed down. So we all proceeded to go upstairs and get ready.

Today I had to use mascara to cover the massive amount of gray hair on my head that was showing in my part. And that, my friends, is how to NOT start your day.

That, part and parcel, started the downward slide of the afternoon.

1. Connor decided to be the most gory, disgusting, zombie thing at the costume store.
2. Hannah picked out some goth, skull, buckle-clad costume, that I am afraid to admit, that she would be fine with wearing on a daily basis.
3. They had about 3 costumes to choose from for Garrin - 2 of which were princess outfits. He got nothing.
4. A quick trip into Old Navy, turned into a tantrum-filled, screaming fit by the baby, in which we proceeded to check out as quickly as possible. And in between ear-piercing screeches, Connor actually asked if we could go out to lunch!!
Tomorrow I see Michael at noon. Thank God.