The Netflix Generation

  • Me: Ok guys, it's over! Let's go upstairs so you can have a bath.
  • Bronson: No, mom. If you just keep sitting here the next one comes on! All by itself!

Bronson is in for a rude awakening when he is no longer able to decide on Ian’s Halloween costume.

Mister “I’m going to be Batman and Ian’s going to be my sidekick”.

Ian doesn’t care. All action figures/super heroes are either “TURTLES!” or “THESE GUYS!”.

Life lately.

(or just reposting all of my crap from instagram)

  • Bronson started pre-k and has finally adjusted to “big boy” school. We started him at the camp there this summer. He spent weeks telling us he didn’t want to go back because “there are no best friends at big boy school”. He’s made friends though and settled in and seems mostly happy. So. Progress.
  • My old office mate got married. We went to Plymouth and hung out on the waterfront and socialized with grown-ups.
  • Ian’s new this is to climb anything that stays somewhat stationary. This includes but is not limited to, tables, chairs, furniture, steps, and the dog.
  • Summer is officially over, but we had one last weekend of sliding and swimming. Ian is actually fearless and will do anything that Bronson does. 
  • 18 month check-up. How. 
  • Lego master. Legos. Everywhere. All of the time.
  • My kids still insist on waking up at 6:00 every single morning. When does that stop? Soon, right?

I fell through a rotting board on our neighbors deck yesterday. The deck is roughly 12 feet off the ground, which meant my leg did not stop moving until it wedged in as far as it could go (mid-thigh). I was then stuck with my leg wedged to mid-thigh in a hole that I could not get out of while holding Ian who was screaming like HE has been the one to just fell in to a hole while everyone around me freaked out instead of HELPING ME GET OUT OF THE FUCKING HOLE.

I now have a nasty bruise, a limp, and this lovely artistic rendering that my 4 year old drew to commemorate me “falling down the hole”.

How are all of you?

I was reading “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” last night and I realized that it is exactly like my life.

My children are that little mouse.

The domino effect of nonsense that occurs on a daily basis looks exactly like that book.

It feels like Fall today. 
It’s gross and cold and rainy.
And it reminds me that we’re just around the corner from all things that aren’t Summer (thank you baby jesus).

It feels like Fall today. 

It’s gross and cold and rainy.

And it reminds me that we’re just around the corner from all things that aren’t Summer (thank you baby jesus).

fiftyshadesofmacygray:

This made tear up for real.

THIS IS IMPORTANT.

(Source: thechanelmuse, via mamamusement)

Year One of grad school is finished (as soon as I wrap up this paper) meaning our nights of 9:00 dinners are limited. #halfwaythere #gimmieallthewine

Year One of grad school is finished (as soon as I wrap up this paper) meaning our nights of 9:00 dinners are limited. #halfwaythere #gimmieallthewine

An accurate representation of how I’ve felt about work/school/life in general these past couple of weeks. 

An accurate representation of how I’ve felt about work/school/life in general these past couple of weeks. 

I mean, these are cute and all, but when I moved to Boston and was living in Dorchester and taking the train home super late from one of my many jobs, my mom gave me a stun gun. I carried it in my coat pocket with the strap around my wrist, that way if I got knocked down I wouldn’t lose it.

COME AT ME.

(Source: wickedclothes, via mrsmediocre)