Or at least that is my answer when somebody says “What did you do on Easter?”

As I’m dumping my phone photos I’m realizing that Boy has a blankie. Only its my neck brace.  And he wears it on his head.

In fact, the minute he wakes up he goes pattering around the house looking for it.  We can’t even eat breakfast until the neck brace is in place.

He wears it inside.

He wears it outside.

But on Easter morning, the unthinkable happened. I pinched that same blasted nerve in my neck that I always do.

So there were some negative emotions experienced.

And not all of them centered on the neck brace.

Eventually Boy won because he’s so darn cute.

…and I got some pain pills. So there was happiness as well.

Update: Siggy is cramming Easter eggs.  Not pills.  Just in case anyone was about to freak.

Random phone shots. Me Boy and Siegfried’s Frenemy, Simon.

Boy learning to blow the thingies off a dandelion.  He spits.  And never in the direction of the flower.

Sorry I’m so “bursty” with my blog posting.  I’ve had the energy for it so I’m milking it for all its worth.

I thought I’d try something new and show you a movie we created. The scripting alone took hours…..

My Movie1

I had too much caffeine this morning and proceeded to clean my entire house around 2 toddlers.  That is an act of magic.  Just getting clothes out of the dryer is an act of magic for me.

And not just “these days”.

EVER.  ALWAYS.

I am not an ideal housekeeper.  But I consumed the caffeine and I cleaned and I THOUGHT.  I did a little introspection.  I rooted through my brain looking for a common thread in all the little things that tickle me.

I’m all over the place.

But the other day Siegfried did a belly-flop in the grass and his Frenemy Simon pointed and laughed his little head off.  He was admonished, but man, he and I have some things in common.

I LAUGH AT OTHER PEOPLE’S EXPENSE.

Growing up my dad was always a little hard of hearing (from shooting guns and listening to music with the side of his head pressed against the speaker.)  Anytime he wouldn’t hear what one of us was trying to say, someone would shout out “snakes!”  It killed me every time.  (It was all because of a deaf great uncle who did this…..)

What kind of person am I to laugh at my own dear hard-of-hearing father??

And heaven forbid someone actually hit the floor.  How do you not laugh at that? How???

When I worked a day-job at the furniture store, there was an upper level.  There were stairs. And there was the sweetest little Texas girl you can imagine that worked that area.  On busy days we wouldn’t see her at all.  But one day, as we all stood around the front counter, she appeared at the top of the stairs……

She was a busty girl with a thick drawl….

…and in the blink of an eye she was careening across the floor on her bosoms.

How do you not laugh at that? How???  She even ended up under a dining table!!!  The horror of trying to stifle it!!!!

I didn’t, of course.

(She was fine, by the way. Didn’t even phase her.)

I can’t play the game MADGAB.  You know, the one where you hold up a card and the other player has to sound out the words they see until they figure out the “real” phrase.  We played it with our best friends in Chicago.  The guy’s name was Captain America.  He was real quiet and mega-buff.  You had to take the guy seriously.

But then I got stuck holding up a card for him to read.  He had to say this out loud.

But because I was the one holding the answer, things looked a little different through my warped lens.

How am I supposed to compose myself in the face of that?

In high school I came across a geodesic dome constructed out of heavy duty cardboard. I taped it to my ceiling over the light fixture (of course).

My best friend Maggie was over.  She was a  reserved, preppy kind of girl (I’m drawn to people who are less…..weird than me)….(or more weird. One or the other.  Nothing in between. Nobody “equal” in weirdness.)

She was sitting on a chair in the very center of my room eating runts.

….when suddenly, after two years of being taped to the ceiling, the geodesic dome decides its time to fall off.

She had NO IDEA what was going on.  She thought my brother had snuck into the room and hit her over the head with something. Like a jousting stick.

Thankfully she came around and we clenched in silent fits while multi-colored Runt-drool fell out of our faces.

I love misspoken words. I love bad typos.  I need to take sensitivity classes.  Or “stifle it” classes……

Siegfried is a Piece. Of. Work.  Such an intense little thing.  We’re not overachievers around here so our list of daily activities isn’t elaborate. But somehow, every activity in our house is packed with riveting emotion.  And since he can’t write (How do you even sound things out when you substitute an “L” for half the consonants you use??) I thought I’d document a few of today’s activities for him. In case he wonders what he was doing back in good ‘ole 2012. First there was the morning excitement.

I was standing there watching him.  If it would have been genuine, I would have intervened.  But it seemed more like an “activity”.

After we recovered from the SINGLE PIECE OF FUR, we played outside with Siegfried’s best frenemy, Simon.

They are either having a blast or Seigfried is screaming like a girl while Simon rubs his face in the grass. One or the other. Sometimes its hard to tell which is going on.

Boy likes to chill out on the sidelines.  That’s more his style.

Although he always finds a way to interfere.

And then the rest of the day vacillated  between variations of these two sentiments.

Surely I’m not the only one out there raising an alien (you know, besides Superman’s mom…)…

I am so overwhelmed by this past week that I don’t even know what to draw about.  Its been an emotional roller coaster.  I’ll give you a recap of the highlights and lowlights

(Is that a real term or just a hair term?)

(term….term……why does that sound so weird? Is it a real word?)

(Quit thinking and draw)

(Ok)

When did it all start?  Monday maybe?  It was a rough time for me.  It was an all time low.  Want to know why? Because I woke up and found pop-tarts in the cabinet.

I have never REALLY consumed pop-tarts in the morning.  And on Monday I only ate 1, but man I crammed that thing into my face like nobody’s business.

The feelings of sickness were immediate.  I was shocked by my own nausea.  Stupid iced pastry. Never. Again.

But that morning was followed by a magnificent evening.  It was only a split-second, but as I was driving home from Lynn’s house, the sun was setting.  I saw some palm trees. And a blinky Mexican Food sign.  And then my radio passed a Tejano station. And I felt like I was somewhere else.

And I liked it.

But then the next night I went through a Starbucks drive-through because I really needed to get out for a minute.  And so I ordered my drink and pulled around to get it.

And the nice young man behind the window began to chat.  And you know me. I don’t do “chat”.

And if I do, its nothing but ridiculous nonsense.

And so then he said some things….

And I said some things…..

…and I waited….

….and waited…..

…and waited for my drink.

I even played a game of scrabble on my phone.  And then the guy said something along the lines of….

And I looked down and saw my drink sitting there in my console….

And so, I drove away fast.

But the highlight of my week was that my sister-in-law (of Walgreens-guy fame) decided to get married on Friday.  On a ranch!

And I got my very first ever pair of cowboy boots!  Yeehaw!

But most of my nights (and wee morning hours) this week were spent making slipcovers for 18 bales of hay.

And this chandelier, which hung outside the barn where the reception was held.

It was fun, y’all!.  Yeehaw!