- Caden has a special friend at preschool. Her name is Faith, and her hair color is "vanilla". He tells me all the time how much she loves him, and apparently it's true. His teacher told me that Faith is very quiet, but she just lights up and comes to life when he is around. So cute. I was going to make Faith's mom my new BFF, but then I found out last week that she's not yet even 30. Snaps. It's over before it got started.
- Caden has been requesting that I style his hair like Justin "Beaver". Except he calls it "woodchuck" hair, but I know what he means. Bieber, beaver, woodchuck...they're all the same. I think his new found interest in his physical appearance may have something to do with paragraph 1.
- Chase told me today that he was stuffed with joy. He's been on restriction this week from playing outside after trying to let himself into the neighbor's house, causing them to think their house was broken into, causing a visit to the Boyd household from the police. This little brush with the law has thoroughly frightened me, but Chase remains unaffected by it, as he tried the same shenanigans again two days later. Thusly, he's been grounded from playing outside for a full week, which does not make him stuffed with joy. Quite the opposite. I think the joy stuffing sentiment was referring to the pizza he had just eaten. I liked his phrasing though.
- Gramma brought a turtle necklace home from Hawaii for each of the boys. Cole has been wearing his non-stop. He told me the other day that he plans to never ever take it off. I think he's serious. He also takes great joy in scaring me by jumping out in front of me when I'm not expecting it. The other day he got me so bad, that I tinkled a little. Truth. The first few times he did this it was funny, now it's just frightening. I walk around in sheer terror that any minute he's going to strike. Of course, he never does it when I'm prepared for it. He manages to time it when my guard is down. It's most unsettling.
- Chad and I were having lunch together, and I happened to have a tiny bit of food in my mouth when a sneeze escaped me. A tiny noodle fell out of my mouth during the sneeze. Not very ladylike, true, but my husband responded as if it was the grossest, most horrible thing he had ever seen. The man is a hunter and probably skins wild boar with his bare hands (I can't be sure of this as we have a mutual understanding that he must never speak to me of his grotesque barbarian ways), but I highly doubt that a tiny piece of noodle falling on the floor from my face deserved the reaction it got. It still makes me laugh when I think about it. For such a beast, he is awfully fragile.
- The above paragraphs have absolutely nothing to do with my pictures this week.
8 comments:
Oh my gosh that has me rolling on the floor it is so funny, guess you'd better keep those noodles where they belong. To funny you always crack me up....
I loved your stories that didn't go along with your pages. Each one had me laughing!
I'm over 30 and want to be your BFF! ;) You are a funny girl ~ loved the stories!
Well because I'm over 50 does that make me too OLD to be your BFF, let alone your friend? Ha!
Your stories are so entertaining & I love reading them all. Maybe when my son moves out there you'll have to become his mom away from mom?
I almost spit out my food reading this, if that makes you feel any better. You crack me up, friend.
Your pages are fabulous! And your comments that have nothing to do with your pages are hilarious! Never a dull moment at your house, huh? :)
Great pictures my sweet but lets not down play the noodle shot heard round the world. It was not for the weak at heart.
Ha! Love the narrative. Rarely have time to read, but you caught me and kept me. Hope you and the boys have a blessed Easter.
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