Wait, have I blogged this?

I have so many never-published thoughts,

Instagram snapshots at our life,

Fun stories to tell.

Heck, I can't remember which ones I have told if any!

Like about the awesome playground/park/petting zoo/nature center/hiking trails we found thanks to a friend at R's school?

It's a Wizard of 0z playground, with all of the above.  And a train.  And a merry go round.

It is most excellent.

Today was just one of those-no-good-at-being-a-parent days.

Among other things, there was a formula, lotion paste.  ON MY BED.

There was a preschooler-level breaking and entering into the locked closet that was locked for good reason.

And being kicked out of choir practice.  Yea, that happened too.

So instead I'll share a funny vignette.

We're entering party season, so at a Thanksgiving party we went to on Thursday, and then at our home that evening, R referred to "bandage cheese".

We finally figure out what it means.

Look at that brie on your next cheese plate. 

It does kind of look like bandage cheese, no?

Parenting Gamechanger

There are times in parenting that stand out as game changers.

Learning to hold your own bottle...

Sitting...

Crawling...

Walking...

Self-feeding...

Buckling own seatbelt...

And our newest?

Holding your own vomit bucket...

So how was your weekend?  :/

True Life

Conversations you have with your husband when you have a newborn:

"Did I shower today?"

"Are you sure?"

A Ghost

We have a new ghost

(apparently)

A lying ghost.

There have been some breaking of things.  Some minor destruction included.

The sister and brother (elder) have apparently secret banded together when it comes to the inquisition.

"Who broke this?"

"Nobody"

"Which of you got out of bed?"

"No one"

They carry their answers through to the end.  Consistent they are.  Truthful, they are not.