Part 2: Lily Putters

Fry-Day

I relish these punny jokes.

St. Paddy's Debacle

For all of you under 30's (or probably under 40's, if you never had a mother like mine who would say, "Just try this movie for FIVE minutes," and then found yourself two hours later watching the credits), Brigadoon is one of those rare gems that you're not sure if you hate it, love to hate it, hate to love it, or just love.

Also, some useful links in time...Irmgard had a run in with these wee folk at her Karaoke Christmas and the poor dear also appears to be stuck with Mr. Wickham from Pride and Prejudice at her beck and call, much to her dismay.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Honey-Do List

It's usually in the shower that I remember everything that needs doing and, as soon as I exit through the Magical Portal of Forgetfulness, it's gone like a puff of shower steam.

I guess I'll be saying this till I'm blue in the face, but these characters only look like my husband and me!  We're not nearly this rude to one another.  As a friend puts it, we are are quite "shmoopy."

Mental Anguish

It takes a high school three hours to perform a Shakespearean tragedy.

It takes my three year old twelve seconds.

That's not the only difference.  Both high schoolers and parents were prepared (about 3-5 months of rehearsals) for the performance.

My three year old gives no warning.  He's the ultimate flash mob.  And he's smart.  He knows just where to kick you in the shins, where to hide (I honestly think that he prefers Spiderman for the ceiling dangling capabilities), and then can pull on the big goo-goo-eyes of repentance when he's done.

He moves so fast that you wouldn't be able to catch him on mall security cameras.

The almost two year old toddler is the same.  The other night she decided that it would be a good idea to throw a tantrum in the bathtub.  Only her tantrums consist in falling to the floor on her stomach and kicking.  Add water to that and you'd have a case for the court, except that vigilante mom was there to catch her.  

No one, I repeat, no one is prepared for toddler tantrums..

Anyone can be prepared for a badly acted Shakespeare.

Night and Day

Ever read the lyrics to "Night and Day"?  Read them as a tired parent crying out for...sleep.  I swear, the whole song was secretly written as a parent in love with the idea of sleep.

And when you find that magic thing that will put your baby to sleep, it's like the difference between night and, well, day!  Throw the book away, go with your instincts...
Unless your instincts are wrong.
;)

Bureaucracy vs Big Business

Part two of the cookie dough wars.
Dad may be a bureaucrat, but Mom is Big Business.  She makes the dough, she takes the dough.

Happy Wife, Happy Life

11/7/2014 EDITED to correct car content.  Dammit, Jim, I'm a wife, not a mechanic!

Swordfights

In the heat of battle, it's easy as a parent to scream the wrong name.  Screaming colors makes things infinitely easier.

Patience

Eyes in the Back of My Head

Payday

Expectation vs reality.

Turkey and Cheek

(Big head nod to Neil Hurlbut, without whom I would never have thought of the atrocity that is TURKEY bacon.)

Mow-tivation

You remind me of the babe...

David Bowie approves this message.

Food Fight

Cartoon lovingly smudged by sticky three-year-old fingers for your enjoyment.