pretty:
I glanced up from the kitchen window this afternoon and this web caught my eye.
happy:
Abbie and her Daddy.
funny:
I have come to take a deep breath when I hear Hey, Mom c'mere!
I think this one was the milk tower mastermind.
He had a funny little run in with Brendan this week too. B had gotten one of those rubber bracelets as a promotional giveaway at a booth. Aidan had been eyeing it and I noticed he was wearing it another day. I asked how that came to pass. He said "Brendan gave it to me." "B," I said, "did you decide not to keep it?" "Yes," he said very seriously, adding, "but I am still little and I didn't know better."
So yeah, he's got it back. ; )
real:
sigh.
There is a story here. It pains me to write it. I blame Angry Birds…
No, it's not what you think. Truth be told I have never played with an Angry Bird. I am not sure how the game even ended up on my phone. Nor the giant pimple one which makes my stomach turn everytime I flip through my app's wondering where my Hipstamatic disappeared to.
Anyway, I asked for my phone the other day and several people under double digits knew right where it was and rushed to get it, like, before the others got to it. The race to retrieve it was over faster than I can type this out. Abbie had an early lead but Brendan was closing in fast. She 'won' by making a Hail Mary pass in my direction…
"I gotchyer phone Moooom!" she squealed in jubilation.
so yeah again.
If it survives the screen transplant I swear every frog breeding, pimple popping, bird flinging app is gonna be SO gone. Just Mom's boring old ical and shopping lists. That's it.
Starry Sky Journal 