Wish Camp.

It's not every week that your mom makes your wishes come true. 

Lucky boy.

This week Asher and I get some buddy-mom time since Hannah gets to go to a super fun camp with her friends in the morning.

He's old enough to know that he's missing out on some good times. So I'm making up for it with our own little camp.

Monday: "Asher what do you want to do?"  "I want doughnut."

Tuesday:  "Asher what do you want to do?"  "I want doughnut."

Wednesday: "Asher what do you want to do?" "I want Star balloon" 

(and he made it clear he wanted to draw with sidewalk chalk)

I wonder what he'll wish for tomorrow...

P.S. The balloon says "Happy Birthday". 

Many people stopped us to wish him a Happy Birthday. 

I  played along with it. It's easier than explaining.

Monsters and Cheese.

We live mere feet away from a grocery store called Treasure Island.

Words can't express how amazing it is to live close to a grocery store. 

Me and the kids go there at least every other day. (If not every day)

And when we go, we have to spend time with the "monsters" as my kids call them. It's like a little visit to the zoo. 

I remember as a kid seeing a tank of lobsters and being fascinated by them. It's funny how having kids brings back memories of my childhood.

And then there is the cheese samples. 

Treasure Island has about 3-4 different cheeses to sample everyday. And we hit each one a few times. There is something about eating cheese off a toothpick that is thrilling for little people.

Grocery store trips are adventures when you're a kid. 

It's sad how it becomes a chore the older you get.

Childhood rocks.

What Do You Get Stopped For?

Everyone has their moments of recognition.

You know...

Those moments when perfect strangers walk up to you and ask questions.

I have mine.

And they are the constant same 4 things over and over again. And again.

Mostly, I get stopped due to the awesomeness that is my stroller.
My stroller turns heads.

It's the second hidden chair in the back that makes people swoon. 

Then they notice the golden ringlet-headed boy sitting in the stroller. 

They always ask, "Where do the curls come from?" 

I always answer, "From their dad."

Then they reach over and boing one of his curls.

Then they notice the knitted shirt with the big pockets I'm wearing. 

It's a surprise that so many people think it's cool. 

Every time I wear it (without fail) I get a comment from someone. 

Kinda weird to me. It's just a shirt.

I got it for free at my church junk swap.

I liked it okay at the time, but I adore it now. I love pockets.

And then there is my wedding ring. 

It's awkward when strangers grab my hand to look at it.

It's not even a wedding ring. It's called a right hand ring. 

But it was mi favorito of all the ones we saw.

And within budget.

What do you get stopped for?

Come on. Don't be shy.

Side Note: I chopped off Asher's curls 2 weeks ago. He looked so different, it took a few days for me to warm up to him. Currently, we don't get stopped for his hair anymore. I'm okay with it. He is too.

He's Pretty Hard To Kill.

I don't share too much deep personal information on this blog.

It's not me.

But I will share something.

There's a good reason we don't have a 3rd kid yet.

We have a fish...

And feeding him 4 pellets twice a day causes me mental anguish.

Kids require more than 4 pellets twice a day. 

As we inherited this fish from his previous owner a month ago, she said...

"Good Luck, he's pretty hard to kill."

So I've noticed. 

For the record: His previous name was Red. His new name is Goldie. The kids LOVE him. And Asher tells him goodbye when he leaves the house. 

Side Note: Do you see the scribbles all over the table? It matches every surface in our house and I don't care anymore. All the fight has gone out of me for a nice looking home. I now embrace the squalor.

Picture of The Month - July

11 flowers. Everyday. Everywhere. Her idea. I'm supportive.