It's frickin' APRIL....

So why in the hell is it snowing?  WHY? How are kids supposed to hunt Easter Eggs in the damn snow?

Crazy.

Speaking of crazy -- I leave in less than a week to go to SoCal for 10 days.  All by myself.  For TEN.  WHOLE.  DAYS.  I'm so nervous, and I feel so sorry for Bryan.  I almost don't want to go.... but yeah.  I'm going.

One of the coolest things about this trip (besides seeing my friends and family) is that I get to see Wicked.  Very excited about this, but not so excited about flying across the country.  By myself.  And leaving my family for ten days.

It will be the first time in, forever, where I will not be resposible for anyone but me.  I can actually jump in the car and drive -- wherever, whenever.  I don't have to pack the diaper bag, or grab the sling, or extra clothes, or juice and snacks.  I don't have to worry about little kids needing to go potty, or nap time.  It's so weird, I can't even fathom it.

TEN DAYS, man.  Commence the freak-out. 

Awesome to the awesome power.

Today was awesome.  Work was awesome, the girls were awesome, I got to take an awesome nap, I made an awesome dress, and the weather was awesome.  Also, I think I had too much awesome coffee today.  But it's Starbucks, and that makes it AWESOME.

Saw this on Marita's blog, and had to copycat her (because stealing is AWESOME).  I must be hormonal, because when I was reading through the list some things made me teary-eyed. 

See what I've done in boldtype:

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Two year anniversary.

The traditional gift for the two-year annivesary is cotton.  Man, I got hooked up FAT.  I found this incredible artist on Etsy, and I've been drooling over her stuff for awhile now.  Bryan found out about it, and so here's what I got from him:

(click on the picture to view the full set of anniversary presents) 

My gift to him was a "prayer-flag" type banner, the inspiration for which I got from Flederhaus on Etsy.  Mine isn't nearly half as good, but it was fun to make (and very time intensive).  I stenciled the finger-spelling signs for "I love you" onto some squares of (cotton!) fabric, and he hung it in his computer room.  <3

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We just hung out at home, exchanged gifts, and had a very relaxing day.  Best.  Anniversary.  Ever.

So. Totally. Validated.

Alternately titled: one of the many reasons why I'm glad I have two tons of crap around here.

Marissa comes into my office yesterday and hands me a note.  A note that looks suspiciously like an invitation.

"What's this?"

"Oh, that's an invitation."

Ahh.  I'm brilliant.

I open it, and it's an invitation to a birthday party for one of her school friends.

Then I check the date.

Then I double-check the date.

Then I ask, "Um.  When did you get this?"

She says, "Yesterday."

The party was for THAT DAY.  As in, the VERY DAY she handed me the invitation.  She's a lucky little kid that she only got the invitation the day before, BUT STILL.

So I whipped out all my crap, and came to the rescue.  I made the birthday girl a purse (what little girl doesn't like purses, huh?) and gave her some books we had that Marissa had never read (I know, it's kind of gross, but they were brand new, so I guess it wasn't that bad) and I made her some dragonfly clips and a bracelet.

The gifts were well-received.

Score one for mom.

Swingers.

Nope, not that kind.  We're not THAT much fun.