Pontification....

Alright friends...it may or may NOT have been brought to my attention that I perhaps write TOO MANY words.  As in, my blogs are a bit LONG, wordy, if you will.  So now, I'm having a complex.  Maybe people don't want to read my posts, 'cause well, they require a time committment and perhaps a snack break to get through.  My OWN SISTER admitted that she just skims them sometimes (which has therefore led to her missing some comic gems) and it hurt my heart a little. So, what do I do?  The problem is....I don't really know how to remedy this situation.  I am just descriptive.  I HAVE mentioned my love for words, fancy words, descriptive words, silly words, WORDS....right?  Yeah, i thought so.  And I have just never been able to figure out how to say a lot in a little.  That would be my sister Dixies forte.  Genius, I tell ya.  So pipe up, chime in, tell me..are you in agreement here.  Should I make efforts to whittle away at my verboseness?  I really need to know.

Anywhodles...I am going to ATTEMPT to work on this.  Starting with this rundown of bits going on around here this week.  I Begin:

Maggie and Auntie Julie

Maggie has been CRACKING me up lately (and really, look at that adorable face):

*Playing dress up the other day with Max.  She found her "magic wand" and proceeded to go around all day and say to me, or whoever was being addressed..."Your MAGICSY".  "Oh yes, your magicsy, I will get that."

*Today while playing with their lego blocks, we were making towers.  And mine was of course super awesome and the best.  I turned it into a gun (only because THEY turn everything into guns by themselves, I didn't teach that to them) and I "shot" it.  Maggie immediately said, "well watch this, I will make an awesome gun."  Which she did, and then she shot me...dead.  But that was immediately followed by a new tower being built.  She grabbed a random block piece and said. "Mommy, this is Princess jasmine, and she is stuck up in the castle."  "Help, HELLLLLP."  So, i swooped in and saved her.

*You tell her No.  She can't have a drink of your drink, or she can't have a bite, or she can't have a sucker for breakfast, or she can't come out of her room ONE MORE TIME, even to pee...whatever it may be.  And her respone is to cock her little head, look up at you through her eyelashes, point her finger, holding it close to her face and make a scrunchy little smile and say "I just only want ONE little bite...just one, but I want it a BIG bite." "I will just be REALLLY careful."  "I will just go reallllly fast, ok?"  And really, WHAT are you s'posed to say to that?

I'm reading this book....why aren't you?  It's the 4th in a series of 4.  They're awesome and amazing!  GET IT NOW!!!!

I was awarded this lovely award from the beautiful Kate at Mommy Monologues.  Thank you so much Kate for liking me, and believing in me.  This makes my heart HAPPY!!!

Max

My bubbers makes my heart swell.  No really, how could I possibly love him more?

He's sick.  Not like stay up and cry about it, or even act sick sick.  But just more like, green boogery nose of never ending flow, eyes oozing green crap and ears oozing goo sick.  It's so sad really.  Doctor tomorrow.

He is now insisting on doing EVERYTHING himself.  Washing himself in tub, wiping down his highchair with the dishrag after eating, wiping his own nose, getting in his highchair, putting on his shoes, combing his hair, etc.  He sweetly says "I DO IT, I DO IT."  So, I mostly oblige.  Thankfully he's not attempting to really dress himself...'cause let's face it, I just do NOT have the patience for that.

Won't lie...he's pretty obsessed with that pretty red tutu.  Almost daily he asks to play dressups. And one day...he napped in the tutu.  Yeah, Jere doesn't approve.  I say, he's a baby, it's gonna be FINE!  Besides, at least he keeps his diaper and shirt on.  My nephew ran around in a pink tutu free ballin it for at least a year(he was 3).  And yes, it was disturbing.  he got over it.

Been out at Jeres "academy" three times this week blocking a number for his music theatre camp.  It's a sweet group of kids.  Been fun.

Mopped the floor twice.  Vacuumed once.  Made my bed every day.  Picked up the toys 4000 and ONE times, folded laundry, took out garbages, and still.....my house is a mess.  I can't seem to get motivated to do all cleaning things on one day.  So, it happens in shifts.  Less effective!

Our house is CRAWLING with ants and spiders.  You know it's not a good thing when you sit down on a chair, look down and there are ants crawling up your shirt.  Or you're sitting at the kitchen table and literally watching 4 spiders run around on the wall next to you.  I feel itchy and freaked out all the time!!!  I HATE these freaking creepy crawlies.  Wish the stupid exterminator could actually take care of this problem.

Didn't get to go to Utah.  Feel VERY sad about this.  Will try to go sometime before school starts.  NEED to go!

Oh, and a big FAT thanks to my Mom for totally throwin me under the bus in the comment section.  So nice how she said...those shorts (referring to the offending 5th grade yellow shorts) FIT when we bought them.  Maybe it was one to many cheesecrisps throughout the summer.  Nice Mom, REAL NICE! Blame it on my overeating. 

Fine, even when I try to write less.....FAIL!!

I still have a whole thing to write about SYTYCD.  But, I'll shut it and go to bed.  You'll just have to wait on that.  Sad aren't you?  Knew it.

Magicsies and minions,

Allyson