Tuesday, May 31, 2011

No Preschoolers Were Corrupted

We can safely acknowledge that playground equipment is most fun when improperly used.
One of the first laws of playground lore is that slides are best when climbed up and swings are best for performing death-defying stunts.
We started out on a walking tour of the neighborhood to get some landscaping ideas for our front yard.

In what can only be described as a major turn of events, the backyard is actually in WAY better shape than the front yard. Which is dead. A LOT dead.

But we got distracted from all the lackluster yards on our tour by a toddler park.

The kids wanted me to take their picture flying out of the swings.

Yeah, the kids.

Then Lilly made me do The Spider. It required a lot more pumping on my part than hers.

{Shield your eyes from the whiteness of our bodies. It's been cold.}

Then Brad had the great idea to do a whale rodeo.

You can see where this is going.

Or not going.

The springs didn't exactly jettison his large(ish) frame like he hoped.

Big man in a little whale.

To preserve his dignity, I won't share how long it took him to climb out. But in his defense, it's a lot harder to get out when you're laughing really hard.
Seeing as the playground is labeled ages 2-7.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Contain your Excitement

Today was fantastical.

It was REALLY sunny. {finally}

We played at the park.

My kids made me laugh out loud. Brad had us all snorting.

We ate lunch outside {with minimal complaining about the 60 mph winds.}

Continued my love/hate relationship with Old Navy.

I had one of the best burgers of my life with amazing friends.

{jalapenos, blue cheese, green onion, bacon, cheese...and some meat}

4 days of school left.

I am ready to rock summer.

Blogger isn't letting me upload pictures.

And there are some good 'uns.

Maybe tomorrow...

Thursday, May 26, 2011


That's right, I'm thinking of opening this space for a Summer Only Blog.

Due to the fact that I'm still wearing slippers and using a bed warmer in May, "summer" might be a loose term. But my memory is failing and I'd like to remember my kids' developmental milestones to one-up the other old ladies when we swap stories in the home.

Plus, we've had lots of excitement and thrills around these parts.

You know, like homemade jet packs.

And Air Jordans.

And extreme makeovers.

And the lady who lives here who keeps moving all the chairs so no one knows where to sit.

Don't worry, I'm not kidding myself. Project S.O.B. could be really short-lived.

One of my awesomest qualities is starting things. One of my less-awesome qualities is finishing anything. But I don't want to hog all of the awesomeness by beginning AND ending things well.

Then people would call me "consistent" or "competent."

Not so much.

But I am totally willing to forsake all responsibilities to run upstairs, dig through my closet, and try on a red bridesmaid dress to take a picture and humor my sweet friend in Houston.

Wouldn't want cleaning or blogging to get in the way of that.