June Cleaver Nirvana

The Nirvana bedtime routine is predictable. The boys eat dinner, get a bath and brush their teeth. They get to watch a show on TV if the previous three steps have gone smoothly.

It is my goal to choose something calm and unlikely to induce nightmares when choosing that show. For several years we got away with just turning on "The Goodnight Show" on Sprout. Recently, a rebellion of the older two boys has ensued with accusations of that show being "for babies", "boring" and the worst offense in my house, "for girls". Oh the horror.

To squash the rebellious masses, blog-Stedman has purchased some DVDs that have made the boys squeal in delight. They are relatively calm and don't seem to cause nightmares so count me in.

Last night the show had been set on the TV and blog-Stedman and I were downstairs eating dinner when Rhett(2) came down for a wardrobe adjustment:


It appeared that his police belt was too big and kept falling down around his ankles. I fixed the problem by punching an extra hole in the flimsy belt.


Life at two was great again. He wants to make sure you note the one driving glove and his "camera". Don't try to tell him they are binoculars. I am just warning you. He returned upstairs to the TV.

A bit later I went up to check on the boys. I hear hysterical laughter. I walk in to them watching this:


(the episode where Gilligan accidentally has an plastic explosive tooth filling)

I turn to see this:


This:


And this:

I would contribute the left overs from Monday's potluck, but there aren't any. The Herb Sliders were easy and amazing. Blog-Stedman ended up doing the ACTUAL cooking which is probably why they were easy and amazing, but I helped...a little. Prep work, people. Prep work.

I do have 1/2 a chicken salad sandwich in the fridge from the fab play date yesterday:I tried to hold back from saying the following, but I can't help it...AREN'T THEY JUST THE CUTEST? I want to thank Anglophile Football Fanatic for not running in terror when I showed up in this outfit: We had a really good time while the boy's played contently in the Pottery Barn Kids store PINK kitchen.

I also have 1/3rd of a cinnamon bagel pretzel from "The Other Boleyn Girl". It has been years since I have gone to a movie. Way back then they didn't serve $4.25 pretzels and tickets were not $9. The down side was you had to walk uphill through snow without shoes both ways. My movie review (this is shocking and unexpected): the book is better then the movie.

I was tagged by R World for the book meme: grab the book nearest to your left elbow, open to page 123, and then copy the sixth, seventh, and eighth sentences. My book is "Microtrends" by Mark Penn (I am a very complex, don't judge me). And this is the magical quote from the chapter "Late breaking Gays":

"Can he say he loves me--and in fact never desire another woman--and yet still leave me for a greater passion when we're 45? How do I turn on the Gaydar now, and here, while we're still dating? Perhaps the dating Web sites, and prenuptial counseling services, will want to add a couple of questions about sexual preference."

Tag, you are it: Pinky, Domestic Accident, Rachel, Jessica and Lupitasloves. Just curious what you are reading these days...

Please check out the fancy pink box on the right for really funny stuff that I read over the last few days. Oh, and let me clarify Potluck rules. There is no theft...potlucks are welcome in any location as long as I am invited. In fact, if you find yourself needing to throw a potluck....use this by replacing all the ( and ) with < and >:

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and you will have this, that when clicked on will send people my way:


The universal potluck is my first step in blogworld domination. If there is interest, I will get one of those fancy link boxes.

In honor of 2007 slinking away into warm fuzzy nostalgia, I am providing random favorite foods for your grazing pleasure: freshly popped popcorn, peanut M&Ms, coffee with Vanilla Caramel coffee-mate, large bowls of Jelly Bellys so you don't have to eat the gross ones, Target's Blood Orange soda, a variety of cakes--beautiful, tasty, yummy cakes, a plethora of salads containing nuts, cheese and some sort of fruit, and an oatmeal bar including, fresh strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, pineapple, brown sugar, cinnamon, raisins, dried cranberries and candied pecans, both Silk soy milk and regular milk are available.

At the fabulous Anniversary celebration (have I mentioned that?) dinner, we went to Fearings. The dinner was grand and Dean Fearings came and talked to us several times (insert giddy schoolgirl laughter here), but the most amazing thing was the restrooms (the tour linked here doesn't do it justice--just a peek). The doors are glass--see through to the toilet glass--that when you lock the door turns opaque. It is so freaking cool!

The New Year's Party situation here is very potluckish. Our neighborhood celebration is going to be hosted by our next door neighbors and in an effort to not pay a babysitter New Year's Eve wages since the children will be in bed and we will just be next door Bianca is hosting a party here at our house. So, if next door doesn't work out we will be back to party at our house. I will post a promised picture of the lighted sphere when we hang it this afternoon which I am sure will cause you to cancel all your evening plans to sit by the computer and wait.

I am still at the point that each time I open the door to my minivan I feel like I am risking my life. I am hoping that fades with time.

I just bought the funnest (that is just the best word to use here, even if it is not a word and you totally let me get away with the word "potluckish" two paragraphs ago so don't start complaining now) shoes for tonight--sparkly black pumps with a peek toe.

I am about to list my oldest child on eBay.

The blog world has made me appear a little crazy in the real world. In the blog world it is acceptable, even encouraged to make a comment on anything and everything. I keep finding myself in the real world chiming in my two cents worth to stares of "that was unsolicited". Oops!

I wouldn't feel like you had the whole picture of what life has been like lately if I didn't include this tidbit: I have been the mom of a blue power ranger since Oct. 31st. We didn't let the boys play with their costumes (because they were obscenely expensive and I didn't want to have to replace them) until Halloween. Since then, Reid has continued to live the dream. I have tried to be relaxed about it and practice my yoga breathing. Quite honestly, I am used to it now and forget that he is a bit overaccessorized for a boy age 4.