Is it just me???

Maybe it's a sign that I've been a housewife too long...

or maybe I need to cut back on the coffee just a smidge...

but do you ever find yourself talking back to the TV commercials?

Or cursing toy manufacturers as you try to pick Polly Pocket pieces out of the vacuum cleaner canister?

I mean, seriously.

Allow me to set the scene for you. The other night I was watching TV and a commercial came on for the Special K chocolate cereal. This woman is baking chocolate brownies with her child, and just as she is about to swipe the inside of the bowl with her finger, it freezes and a voice comes over saying, essentially, "OH, you don't want to do THAT do you?" and she calmly goes and pours herself a bowl of Speical K chocolate cereal so she can indulge in chocolately goodness while not gaining a single ounce of unwanted fat on her Talbots-wearing-size-2 frame.

Me? I look at that and think, "So, she's going to dirty up another bowl that SHE has to clean, in addition to the brownie mess? And really, what kind of mom doesn't sacrifice herself to taste the sides of the bowl? Yes, sacrifice... as I explain to my children, Mommy HAS to taste it to be sure that if the eggs are bad and everyone will get food poisoning, Mommy will get it first and everyone will know to steer clear."

I'm just sayin'...

And WHO invented those Polly Pocket shoes, combs, and accessories that are no bigger than a staple and not only get EVERYWHERE (namely, my vacuum cleaner) but are also IMPOSSIBLE to get onto the actual Polly Pocket dolls themselves! Are we trying to teach my daughter that it's ok to have to squeeze into her jeans? Are we testing the full suction capabilities of my wonderful new vaccuum?

I mean, really!

I think I need to get out more...

Birthday Pics

In Henry tradition, the birthday boy/girl gets their initials written in pancake batter and they get to eat it for breakfast. Well, Duane decided to make Caleb's entire name... it looked great... until he tried to flip it! Then it just looked like a pile of random pancake pieces. Still tasted good though!

For Caleb's birthday we invited several of his friends over for a "Half Sleep-over" which I think is the best invention EVER. Basically, everyone comes in their pajamas, we do dinner, popcorn, and a movie with cake (of course) and then everyone goes home at 9:30! Caleb voted to roast hotdogs and do s'mores over our firepit, so here is a picture of Caleb with his flaming marshmallow birthday candle that he had to blow out as we sang Happy Birthday. Good times!

A very cute moment of brotherly affection (and rare stillness on Colin's part) as we joined Caleb for lunch at his school on Monday.