What IS worth blogging about is Slinkies. Our friends the Reeses (I know... the best last name ever) brought Lindy and Hank Easter baskets the other day (FYI: we now expect all of our friends to bring us Easter baskets :)). Hank's basket had a slinky shaped like a blue bunny that both kids went gaga for. Today at Target we found the blue slinky's long lost pal, a pink bunny shaped slinky. Of course Lindy had to have her "very own pink one because I like pink and Hank likes blue and I don't have a pink one." If only all of the world's problems could be solved so easily, right? Here are some pictures from the insane slinky party that went down when we got home.
As with all good parties there has to be a crasher. This is someone who either comes uninvited or is invited but does something most uncouth. At our outrageous slinky bash the crasher was in the form of the Lindy bandit...taking the treasured blue bunny slinky belonging to Hankster.
Don't worry. She gave it back and they made up. They are very forgiving kids as long as they get their way in the end.
On a side note, do you think I got a little carried away with the arrows and writing on the pictures? What can I say...I have an addictive personality; Mt. Dew, Minty Three Muskateers, and now Arrows on pictures. Anyway let's just sum this up by saying that Lindy and Hank are addicted to the fun slinkies and Get off my back about the arrows! I can quit anytime I want. SHEESH!
I put this picture in because 1. I think it is really cute. 2. I thought I would show you all that my kids are really sweet to each other and love each other very much. It is all a matter of making sure they eat a nutritious breakfast. This keeps them on an even keel all day so their sparkling personalities shine through. 3. I thought it might make all you mothers out there feel better about yourselves because if this crazy lady (me) thinks POPTARTS are a nutritious breakfast then you may just nominate yourselves for mother of the year. As you should. In fact, I may nominate you myself.
And speaking of moms, I have become my mom. Today. You may as well call me Linda from now on. It's that serious. Usually when people tell me I remind them of my mom I positively beam. It is a high compliment to me. But not on this front. Not today. For today I purchased *sigh* PEDS. I remember in high school my mom wore peds with a lot of her S.A.S. shoes which were definitely designed for comfort. And by designed for comfort I mean they are ugly. I'm sorry, they are. If you are a big S.A.S. fan then please forgive me. I think they are wretched. Anyway...I'm getting off topic. The peds. I would get blisters from wearing my shoes without socks and my mom (bless her pointed head) would ALWAYS try to get me to wear these tiny little nylon half-socks that just disgusted me. I have held contempt for them ever since. Until today. I got some really cute shoes yesterday and wore them today. They started to rub. They fit like a glove. Too tight for socks. What was I supposed to do? Then like a silky quasi-bootie light bulb the idea hit me. And I did it. I bought the peds. Here they are.
But worth it for these shoes, am I right ladies?
I walked around the rest of the day in sheer comfort. And everytime I thought about how gushy my tootsies felt I laughed a little. I don't know whether I was laughing at that silly high school girl that thought she was too cool for comfort or laughing because it really is funny that my mom was right all along...but I laughed and that's what counts. Next thing you know I might be trying on some of those S.A.S shoes. Ooops, sorry, I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Well it's getting late. If I am going to get to play with the slinkies without bawling babies saying I stole theirs I better go get it done!
I walked around the rest of the day in sheer comfort. And everytime I thought about how gushy my tootsies felt I laughed a little. I don't know whether I was laughing at that silly high school girl that thought she was too cool for comfort or laughing because it really is funny that my mom was right all along...but I laughed and that's what counts. Next thing you know I might be trying on some of those S.A.S shoes. Ooops, sorry, I just threw up a little in my mouth.Well it's getting late. If I am going to get to play with the slinkies without bawling babies saying I stole theirs I better go get it done!
