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Frosted Flakes commercial...

him: I hate that cereal.
me: Really? I love it! Haven't had it in awhile though.
him: It gets soggy too quick.
me: It's the same as like Rice Krispies or Honey Bunches of Oats or Corn Flakes.
him: All those get soggy too quick.
me: So you just don't like cereal?
him: I LOVE cereal! What are you talking about?!

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me: What's going on over there?
k: I'm playing a new game on my phone. It's called Fruit Ninja. If you like fruit, you'll love this game.

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me: I'm baby-free for a few hours!
k: party like it's 1999!
me: I kinda just want to take a shower and a nap.
k: I'm sure people did that in 1999.

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Him: I need some boxes so I can wrap your Christmas presents. Do you think they have them here?

Me: Yes, the next aisle over.

Him: Hmmm.... I'm not sure which ones to get.

Me: Why don't you tell me what you got and I'll help you get the right size of box?

Him: You're ridiculous.

Me: Just trying to help.

Him: Oh, these lingerie boxes will probably work. But I'm not going to put lingeire in them.

Me; Your loss.

bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do?

"Is it the sticker? Because I seriously am getting a new one today."

"No ma'am. You do need a new sticker, but I'll give you 20 days for that. You were speeding."

"Oh. It's a new to me car that I'm still getting used to. I guess this oughta do it."

laughter "I suppose so. Here's your ticket. Have a nice day."

tick tock

me: S likes music, but only the fast stuff. 96.1 is better than KLOVE right now.

my sis: That's funny. Most babies like the slow stuff.

me: I know, right? Slow stuff makes him cry. It has to be fast. Except Ke$ha makes him cry.

my sis: Yeah, I have the same reaction.

spring break!

Next week is my Spring Break and it is also the babies' Spring Break. My sister and I somehow struck a deal involving my mom where I will go to my parent's house every day and she will bring the my niece and nephew and the three of us will have grand adventures Monday through Friday. Am I insane? Yes. Do I anticipate being exhausted at the end of each day? Yes. Am I fantastically excited? Yes I am.

I adore those two and I am excited to take a gazillion pictures and have even more stories at the end of the week. I have a list of things we can do and hopefully pieces of it are just new enough to them that they will start to call me Super Auntie. Okay, maybe not really, but I will say that when I get my doctorate some day, I will be like Dr. Jill Biden and have no qualms about preferring people call me Dr. Maybe they will call me Dr. Auntie.

I have baked cupcakes with them a couple of times and really, once was enough to know this is not going to be included on my list of possible activities. It is enough to suddenly be in charge of a 5 year old and 4 year old for a week, it is another to willingly subject yourself to the sugar highs of a 5 and 4 year old. My niece asked me on Saturday if we could make cupcakes. This is how the rest of the conversation went:

"No, I don't think we can make cupcakes. We'll see, but what if we make pizza from scratch one day?"

"Scratch pizza? What's that?"

"Pizza FROM scratch. It means you start with nothing and make something! We'll make the dough and then put the sauce and cheese on top. What do you think?"

"Auntie, how do you know how to do that?"

"Because I have a list of magic recipes."

Immediately turning to my sister...

"Mommy! Auntie said we can make scratch pizza because she has MAGIC POWERS!"

It truly will be a fantastic week. :)

when my niece has pigtails, she's extra cute

"Okay, let me repeat what I heard you say back to you and you tell me if that's what you're thinking."

"Okay Auntie."

"You want me to come to your house, pick you and your brother up. Then we'll drop your brother off at the movies and you and I will go to my house and make lots and lots of cupcakes. Is that right?"

"Yes. Wait. Maybe someone should stay with my brother."

"Yes, I think that's probably a good idea. He's three."

"Papa? Want to go to the movies?"

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"I think I broke my pedometer today."

"The one you just started using yesterday?"

"Yes. I dropped it and it wasn't counting after that."

"Oh no! How are we ever going to know how many steps you are taking?!"

don't be jealous, but my boyfriend has spiderman on his hand

"Look! When my veins get a certain way, you can see Spiderman on my hand! See?! There's the eyes, and the rest of his head."


"Wow."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No. I see it. I just never thought to look at my hands to see what kind of action heros appear."

"Well, I wasn't LOOKING for it. It just appeared. Like the Virgin Mary on a quesadilla."

"I used to try to see if there were patterns or shapes in the freckles on my arms because I have so many but they're all so sporadic I never found anything cool besides the freckles."

"That's okay baby. Not everyone can have something like Spiderman on their hand."

so true...

"I used to LOVE Rebecca St. James. She was my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE because she seemed so genuine and her music and everything was all cutting edge. And now it's like she's stayed right there and the world has passed her by."

"Yeah, that's what we call Amy Grant syndrome."

i love him.

I was thinking. Maybe I should run for governer of California on the platform that I could get Arnold Schwarzenegger to make movies again.

But I don't really want to move back to California.

Who said anything about you moving to California?

So you're going to dump me and move to California and run for governer?

Maybe. Let's call that plan Q.

Okay. Hey, what's plan A?

Well, plan A is the big one. We can talk about it later.

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Hey, thanks for taking my glasses off when I fell asleep.

Sure. Actually, I would have thought you would figure it was the glasses fairy.

Well, I did think about it, but it seemed more likely it was you. It was awfully cold outside.

Good point.

question and answer

"And how do you know you're in Texas?"

"You go to a Christmas party where you eat brisket and then sit around and talk about guns."

"That's right."