O That's why...

Ethan's father just told him that the reason all the Inns were full in Bethlehem is because they were hosting the NCAA final four.

Recession.

UGH! Ethan just found my Christmas Wrapping Paper and asked why I had so much.  I had to tell him that Santa sent out a mass text asking people to "Please buy wrapping paper. He'll bring extra elves and they'll wrap here." When he asked why ‐ I told him we were in a recession. No one has extra money...even Santa. 

Um. Help.

The twins just locked us in their room... I have no way to get out since I had to bar and nail their windows shut. If you are a neighbor of mine...please help.

He Kids.

 Ethan is eating a glazed doughnut and he looks over and me and says "Look Mom...I'm a cop."

His Blue Period.

Going to the Dr. With Ethan today where I intend to ask why he keeps drawing particularly disturbing pieces for an art collection he calls "Armies of Babies at War."

It still makes me smile...

I just want everyone to know that I still love when the Giants beat the Patriots in the Superbowl. 2 years ago? I don't care. I still love it every day.

Allegedly.

My mother in law has, by accident, allegedly, been giving me Prenatal vitamins instead of Vicodin since my surgery yesterday because of a bottle mix up. I've been in a hell of a lot of pain the past two days but at least my hair will be shiny! *%&#!

Royal Flushed

When you lose a tournament with a great hand and you catch yourself on fire ‐ that's a bad night of poker.