The days of May, Day 31

Oh thank goodness it's over! May I never blog again.

Tyson thought for sure that I would have some great thing to say with this being the last day of May and all, but no. I have no such endgame. And remind me if I ever decide to do this again that it would be a good idea to start with more than 4 blogs in mind.

With that being said, here's what we did today.

Got Logan a high chair.

I know, finally, right? Although since he doesn't really eat food (although he started eating cheerios today, yay!) we may be putting the cart before the horse. Tyson and I just figured since he had a day off we would go out and get one. And I can't even tell you how much Logan loves it. Wow.

Well, I'll just let the picture do the talking.

So thrilled. Incredible.

Tyson and I were encouraged though because he was pretty quiet while we were eating dinner and we're hoping this means we'll get to eat at the table instead of on the floor with Logan and his toys.

Well friends, with that I'm signing off never to return again.

Ok, not true. I'll be back as soon as I start having withdrawals.

Love you all!

The days of May, Day 30

Silent Sunday

(in other words I can't think of anything to say)

The days of May, Day 29

This weekend the young women are having a fundraiser to raise money for girls camp which includes a silent auction for desserts and services. Desserts, we can do. Services? Well... Tyson and I aren't sure we have much to offer there. We did come up with a few things last night though, you'll have to tell me if you thing any of these would be big sellers.

Tyson thought he could maybe do laser hair removal for a willing guinea pig. What he lacks in experience of actually removing hair he makes up for with knowledge of and access to lasers. 

He also suggested that he would be willing to give people a ride in his car. His car that has over 200,000 miles on it. Now that's an experience. This is also the same car that he took his driving test in... 14 years ago.

I weakly suggested that I could give someone a voice lesson if they wanted and Tyson (who was on a roll last night) chimed in with "you should teach a gardening class!" Har Har Har. Yeah, I stink at gardening.

I also thought that maybe after my recent revelation of how awesome I am at doing hair perhaps I could put a hair service up for bid. No?

Maybe I'll make two desserts.

The days of May, Day 28

See that red mark on my finger?

This is what happens when you mix a glue gun and coke before 11 a.m.

 Yeah, it might be the smallest blister I've ever had but it's also in like the worse place ever. Every time I click the mouse or type the letters y u i h j b n or m it hurts me.

This is the kind of casualty often found at craft day. Oh, what is craft day you ask? Well, it's where a group of my friends get together once a week for lunch, playtime, and occasional crafting. It's a little like "s" and the city I think. But maybe not cause I've only seen that show a couple times on TBS. And I'm scared to put the "s" word on my blog in case creepers find it but you know what I'm talking about right?

(Mari & Logan, Lindsey & Graham, and Kelsey & Sadie, not pictured: Kelly & Rhys)

Anywho, we used to craft a ton which is why we call it craft day but now we have these things called kids and they don't sleep all day anymore. Darn. I mean yay?

At any rate we're lucky these days if we get any crafting done which is why I'm so proud of this.

Whoops, that would be my inspiration from Living with Lindsay (not to be confused with my friend LindsEy). She's pretty much a genius and having a Scentsy giveaway right now but don't go enter because I want to win.

Here's what I did. Are you ready...?

Ta DAAAA!!!

Stop, stop. I know you're impressed but the server will probably crash or something if you all try to compliment me at once so just take it easy, ok? Not gonna lie, it makes my debilitating glue gun burn totally worth it. Now I just need to decide where to hang it.

So as you can see we're having a little problem here.

Craft day is no longer deserving of that name. We need to call it/ourselves something else but we don't know where do start. All our creativity ran out when our water broke or something. We read about little groups that have cute names (ie. the secret stitch club or the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society) and we want a cute name too!

Any clever ideas my loving and creative friends? We need help!

The days of May, Day 27

The good news is that I have not yet put Logan up for sale on craig's list.

Bad news: The day isn't over yet.*

Apparently this no nap thing is more of a phase rather than a one time occurrence. Dang.

So, after a long morning/afternoon of dealing with Mr. CrankyMcNonap I did what any sane mother would do in my situation.

I made muddy buddies.

Yep, we already know that eating junk food is how I deal with the trials of motherhood, probably an issue for Jillian Michaels, so this really should have come as no surprise. It's just so much easier to tolerate the whining with a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter, know what I'm sayin'?

Unfortunately after putting him on the floor with only my shoelaces to entertain him while I "cooked", he really lost it and I didn't get to indulge myself.

Until now.

He is finally finally asleep and I am having a moment of sugar coma inducing bliss. The kitchen is a mess and I don't care. I've got the recliner fully extended, laptop on my, uh, lap, and powdered sugar trailing across my chest.

Now my only worries are making sure I lick my fingers before I type and how to explain to Tyson why there isn't any left for him.

HA HA HA, I kid.

Maybe...

*For those of you who don't know me that well, I would never actually put my child up for sale or harm him in any way. I love him. Even when he screams in my ear for two hours straight. I'm just sayin'.

The days of May, Day 26

Logan and I love going to thrift stores. And by this I mean I love getting things for a good deal and Logan loves toothless old women with long sparkly fingernails.

It is, as they say, a win win. In fact, I recently got Logan these pants at a thrift store for two dollars. Joy!

So we were out looking for steals one day when I came across a Goodwill Outlet store. "Ooh, an outlet version, wanna check it out?" I asked Logan. He answered with a resounding "DA?" I assumed that meant yes so we went for it.

Guys, I wish I had taken a picture because it may take me literally 1,000 words to adequately describe the chaos that is the Goodwill outlet.

It was a huge warehouse with rows and rows of gigantic blue bins filled with stuff. Piles of stuff. And people were bent over these bins just chucking crap over their shoulders into their carts. There was no rhyme or reason to what was in each bin as far as I could tell. Dishes, clothes, random wooden objects, dirt, broken glass, who knows what all mixed in together. I noticed on signs hanging from the ceiling that everything was sold by the pound - the more pounds you had, the less each pound cost which I guess explained the growing piles of junk in everyone's carts. We had to hide out in the back with the furniture until we made sense of everything going on.

You guys, it made a regular Goodwill look like Nordstrom's.

In fact, once we escaped we went to a regular Goodwill to recover.

We didn't find anything great that day but someday I'll find a real treasure during one of these trips and I'll totally show it to you.

The days of May, Day 25

I'd like to introduce Mr. CrankyMcNonap.

He made an unwelcome appearance at our house today and stayed for several hours demanding constant love, attention, and food which he thanked me for with a bite using those sharp little teeth.

Grrr.../Owieee...

Cranks (as I like to call him) has only been mildly redeemed because the more intense his angry screams are, the more intense his belly laughs are if you can find the right trigger. Today it was a tickle to the ribs.

Unfortunately though, the lack of nap brings out this girl.

Sister needs a break, know what I'm sayin? Yikes.

And this results in eating large quantities of things like this.

And now I've gained back the weight I lost at the beginning of the month. Awesome.

Anyway, I've got to publish this thing before midnight, so I would like us all to take a moment of silence for the nap that never got a chance to live...

[Silence]

And let us pray that this never happens again.

Thank you.

Amen.