Just so you know…V

Nate’s favorite food?  Onions.  Me?  I don’t feel like I can commit to anything, but if I had to, as of now, it would be: salsa.

Mackay is weird.  There, I said it.  In Utah, we found  a swarm of ants.  I told her that Utah ants don’t bite like Texas ants do.  And somehow that gave her license to make friends.  She picked one up.  And LOVED it.  Actually, loved ON it.  She let it climb all over her, named her ant, and took it inside to show her grandma.  Mackay found Grandma in the laundry room, who was completely disgusted by the thought of having an ant inside her house.  And then somehow they turned from her “friends” to her “favorite cousins.”  She asked if she could take one home with her.  She even began naming them all.  And when my mom put poison out for them to eat, Mackay pled with her not to kill her favorite cousins.  My mom showed no sympathy.  We have survived, and my daughter has friends, I promise.

I’m out of mousse and eye shadow.  And have been for a while.  Instead of going out and buying new, I’ve reverted to digging underneath my bathroom sink for the hair products that just “didn’t work” and have been using pink on my eyes instead of the usual brown.  (Color is in, right?)  The real problem is that since we have brought on the second child, I am a one-stop-shop kind of gal.  If it’s not at Wal-mart, I’m not getting it.  Taking kids in and out of car seats multiple times a day is just not worth it.  But I will buy my designer cosmetics before I buy from Wal-mart.  Just sayin’.

Celebrity status and popularity is such an interesting concept.  Who defines it anyway?  And how weird is it that someone who is SO BIG in one atmosphere may be a no-one in another.  Jasmine Star, Jesh de Rox, Jerry Ghionis.  If I saw any of these people in real life, I would probably faint.  And you have no idea who I’m talking about.

Someday I’ll be a celebrity to more people than just my mom.  Who am I kidding?  She doesn’t even read my blog.  (She doesn’t know how to type it into the address bar.)  And I know I can write that because she won’t be reading.

Traveling home from Utah last weekend went okay.  For one leg of the trip I was alone with the kids.  I survived, though if I had to do the entire trip myself I probably would have been in tears.  But I think I handled the wrestling and bloody finger with grace.  Oh, by the way, I hate flying.  At least I didn’t throw up.  At least Mackay didn’t throw up.  And at least Zack didn’t throw up.  Let’s count it as a success.  If you want to hear more about throw up let me know.  It might make you cry…and laugh through the tears.

My daughter has started saying, “Wowza”, which made me realize that I say that.  I’m going to try to stop saying that.

I’m going to start a diet.  Yes, I said it on the internet.  That means no more oreos, and I am limiting my McFlurry’s to once a week.  Pathetic, I know.  But I dream about them.

I can’t wait for Wednesdays blog post.  I had the opportunity to do a “just for me” shoot while in Utah, and can’t wait to share.  I’m going to try to do more “just for me” shooting.  To keep my heart happy and the creative juices flowing.