Little items of randomness...

This is random, but I had to share these pics from a couple of months ago. They make me laugh out loud every time I see them. He-Man needs to do something about that root beer belly.


I don't know what it is but something about those two in the back totally reminds me of the movie "The Three Amigos". Can anyone explain this to me?

Here I am, Tuesday night, sitting before my computer wondering what to write about. It isn't even 8:00 yet and my kids are asleep, my kitchen is spotless, my couch's throw pillows are straight and He-Man won't be home for a couple of hours. Sooo...

First, I challenge you to do your own 100 facts list. I was surprised last week at how reconnecting to myself it was. I know that sounds weird, I can't explain it, but I really appreciated the opportunity. I eagerly await your list, my beautiful bloggin' buddies....

Okay, I know what I am going to write about. The following things are items I just realized I need to have on my person when I step foot out of my house...

1. A BOX, not a travel packet, of tissues. I have a child, who will remain nameless, who has her ever-lovin' index finger perpetually in her nose.

There is this awesome salon in town that discounts (we are talking 60% off!) a couple of new colors of nail polish every month. It's great polish, so I like to keep some handy for birthday presents and such. Today, with my trusty nose picking sidekick, we gallivanted through the mall and into the shop. I was paying for my purchases when I heard the stylist and his client laughing. I heard them commenting about how 'that is so gross' and I knew what they were referring to without even turning around. Yep, my sweet, angel faced name withheld daughter was staring at them with her big, beautiful eyes, unabashedly digging for apparently lost treasure.

So, this evening as she sleeps, I am planning to paint her nails tomorrow with shimmery purple polih. Most assuredly, that lovely manicured finger will again find itself in an orifice where the sun doesn't shine. I guess I ought to pack antibacterial wipes along too.

2. 1 shirt pocket. He-Man has the cutest saucy grandmother EVER! We were hosting a family party on Sunday night. As she was preparing to leave, she walked up to me, handed me a $20 bill and said, "Put this in your bra for me for a minute, will ya? Go on now." Perhaps the transaction would have been a little easier had I a handy little shirt pocket.

3. Nail grooming kit. Another child of mine, who shall not be named, has decided she is no longer afraid to clip her own finger and toe nails. I understand the need for her to be independent so I try really hard to encourage her in that respect. However, while attending church services of ANY kind it is most definitely not appropriate to clip ones finger or toenails. Imagine my horror to find a circle of children surrounding my daughter very intently clipping her toes. Since I don't have a shirt pocket in which to place said contraband, a nail grooming kit would be a good place to put them.

4. 2 tubes of lip balm. One is never enough because it is almost a sure bet that one will mysteriously disappear, reappearing again during church services, gracing the positively glistening lips of a little girl who is already wearing half the tube on her kissers. Of course, the next quarter of the tube will be applied ever so cautiously to the lips, sweet cheeks, nose, chin and hair line of a four year old. But of course, before it is returned to its rightful owner, the nearly mangled tube of lip balm will be applied to the lips and unfortunately goobery nose of a one year old by the unsteady hand of the previously mentioned 4 year old.

5. 1 empty ziploc bag. Jewelry that I was convinced was indestructible is not actually that durable when caught by the eye of a curious toddler. Even food carries little distraction for a kid bent on the utter annihilation of pretty, sparkly things. Pearls do not mesh with children under the age of 2 and church services where reverence is greatly encouraged. Also, it is almost impossible to confine anything shaped as a sphere when you are standing on a floor with a downward slope. I am a slow learner because I had to be reminded of the simple law of balls and gravity twice in the last month.

6. My very own #2 pencil WITH the eraser still in tact. Every pencil in our house that is not in a package has had it's eraser chewed off by some invisible but obviously hungry eraser eating bandit.....MOST OF THESE PENCILS HAVE NEVER BEEN SHARPENED!

7. Loads and loads of non-sticky, sugar free suckers. Grandma and Grandpa are visiting from out of state. Last week they decided to take the grand kids and I to Kung Fu Panda. Button Nose lasted a good half hour before she was done. By 45 minutes, she was near mutiny. At the hour mark I finally relented and gave her a dum-dum. By the taste of the syrupy remnants on my cheek, nose and chin, it was butterscotch flavored. There is nothing like the sensation of very sticky hands being wiped across the top of your arms (and against the direction your arm hair grows).

Augh, who am I kidding? I wouldn't trade any of it to be the most prepared super mom out there...well, I guess there is one thing. How do I get a kid to stop picking her nose in public?

In all seriousness, I couldn't ask for better kids. I came to my blog tonight not sure what to write but I am coming away with a renewed appreciation for the sweet kids who pick their noses in public, like to groom themselves where the world can see, have no qualms about doing the potty dance for large audiences AND who love me, their mommy, unconditionally. I need to go now and kiss their cute sweet little cheeks. Good night my friends, sleep well and swing on a star. May you discover the one hundred and first way to prepare asparagus, win a million dollars and be featured in Time Magazine.