In the meantime, I thought I'd post some old snaps and also give you a recap of our last few crazy weeks...and my awkward moments have been piling up, so I might share some of those, too. In fact, let's start with an awkward, shall we?
We tore out all of the white carpet and linoleum out of the downstairs of our house. Goodbye old floors. I do not miss you. And hello new floors--I am madly, deeply in love with you. (Pictures coming soon.)
But let's back up. While Will was tearing out the linoleum in the bathroom, he accidentally stabbed our toilet, leaving an unsightly crack in the front. It was a bummer, and we had to get a new toilet. All day long our old toilet sat in front of our house. I didn't like that at all, but whatever. I wasn't going to say anything. Then... that night... Will said, "Marie, look out front."
"What? What? Uh-Uh. You take that down right now."
Killing over with laughter, he says, "Isn't that hilarious?"
"You did that?"
"Stop it! Take it down!"
"Take a picture."
So, I took a lousy picture thinking he'd take it down afterward. But nope, it sat out there all the lovely night long. Absolutely mortifying if you ask me. Luckily, he took it away to the dump first thing in the morning, so I don't think anyone really saw it.
While our flooring renovations were going on, the kids and I spent a lot of time upstairs. They did things like take two-hour baths.
Will's home office got moved to the side of our bed at one point. I love this picture of Magnolia helping her daddy work. Poor Will. He was so patient with our house in dishevel.
In other news, Magnolia has mastered her bear crawl, has her top fangs growing in faster than her two front teeth, and is growing a mullet and a mohawk. Pretty sweet, heh? She has also been sleeping like a champ during her morning nap and waking up way too often throughout the night.
Maggie has been wiggling her first loose tooth.
And Magson has been flexing his muscles.
And me? I've been working on this list of awkwards for you:
*Three people came to the door the other day without telling me there were evidences of dead bird on my front door mat. Dang that stray cat (that I feed) leaving us presents. Not cool.
*A few Sundays ago, I wore a light cotton-weight skirt to church. As I sat through our first meeting, I kept looking down horrified at the leg I was revealing. Kids crawling all over me is not always conducive to modesty. Sheesh!
*Okay, I admit it, I've got quite a thing for chocolate chips and I'm always scooping them up in handfuls. Maggie, the ever observant one, just flat out told me one day, "Mom, you're eating too much sugar."
And I'm thinking, Yes, little one, but I'm a grown up and grown ups can do whatever they want...
And then I'm back at our Costco-size chocolate chip bag five minutes later.
Okay, I know, I know. And this is awkward. You are five. Why do you care? She also tells me I need to exercise.
*Once, again, it's Friday night, date night. Will brings home a movie with The Rock actor in it. I hate it when he does that because it is plain mean. Here's why:
After we were first married we did that "My Heritage" thing where you plug in a picture of yourself and then you get the results of all the celebrities you like. Will looked most like super model Claudia Schiffer, and who's my big look alike? Yep.
(And don't you dare tell me you can see a resemblance, otherwise we are no longer friends.)
Alrighty, that's it for tonight. Sorry for the monster post. I guess that's what happens when I don't blog about our life enough. It gets crammed into one long read, and I didn't even scratch the surface.