Miscellaneous

America's Funniest Home Videos made me sign a form promising not to put our recently submitted video on YouTube (or any other public video forum) until it had aired. Bummer, because our video is hil.air.i.ous. You're just gonna have to wait. I can only tell you it involves Thomas and a wet face. Too bad the funniest videos never really win, because I can think of a few things to do with 10,000 smackers.

My kids don't eat.

I do.

I'd put a half-marathon on my New Year's resolution list, but I tried that last year and my knee didn't agree. This year I resolve to be good to my knee. Maybe 13.1 miles will be on the roster for 2011.

Did you see the new 2011 Toyota Sienna? I want one more than I want a Boxter, which is saying something. I'm one of those women who always swore to never drive a minivan, but practicality wins over style once you are a mom. And when Toyota can blend practicality and style like this, well it's a no brainer. Too bad I'd have to sell a kidney to buy it. Though, I actually only need one kidney . . . .

I don't want to brag, well, yes I do. Alice is the most graceful dancer in her ballet/tap/gymnastics class. So there. And the cutest.

We are taking the kiddos to Great Wolf Lodge in a couple of weeks for Michael's vacation. Any tips from GWL veterans out there?

I made the mistake of watching The Bachelor last night for the first time ever. It was so awkward. And uncomfortable. And the women are catty and desperate. Please help me to find something else to do on Monday nights when Michael is working so I never have to watch it again, because without intervention, I probably will.

Breaking for Spring: Second in a Series

These shots are from our trip to the Oregon Coast Aquarium.

Inside the shark tunnel. There were even windows in the floor so we could see them swimming underneath us. The aquarium has a family slumber party event in this tunnel, which would be wicked awesome when our kids get older.
Touching a sea cucumber (which our niece claims is the only type of vegetable she does NOT like to eat.)
And a sea anennonne . . . aneminny . . .annennehnee . . . thingy (that's what Al calls them).
Jellyfish.
Hanging out with the silver fish.
All in all, it was a day well spent.

Brain Vacation

When stuck inside with a sick child on a February day, it makes me feel happy to pull up Travelocity and plan a hypothetical trip to Hawaii.

Michael and I would stay here:

I'd lose five pounds and buy this:

So we could do this:

And drink this.
And we'd call home every evening for reports from our Mary Poppins nanny who would happily expound upon the miraculously angelic behavior of these guys:

And I'd completely forget that last night I had to catch someone else's vomit in my hands.  I'd not think about the fact that my carpet and upholstery will single-handedly improve ChemDry's rating on the stock exchange by at least four points. And I will be able to go more than 24 hours without saying the words barf, Goldfish crackers, diaper, sippy cup, play-doh, bath toys, basketball practice, dance lessons, homework, chicken nuggets, Elmo or princess. 

And after a few days I will probably realize how desperately I miss it all.