the sink volcano.
when you look really cute at church people compliment you.
when you look a little tired at church people ask if you're feeling okay.
when you look really tired at church people tell you that you look tired.
when you look like death at church people start complimenting you again.
i got so many pity compliments today. a close friend said truthfully, "i have never seen you this tired, ever."
i wont post a picture of myself but i will post a picture of my cute, tried husband at the reception. awe.
and imagine me as this tulip.
our house has tiny pockets of craft mess EVERYWHERE.
we just live on top of the mess.
have any of you ever had floral foam around? kids love it. they cannot resist the stuff. a few weeks ago ossi disappeared for a couple minutes then approached me in the kitchen saying, "i don't know where that green stuff is." he was covered in a thick powder of floral foam.
this afternoon after church he joined the family at the table and asked, "does anyone need to use the bathroom." matt and i paused. it was a curious sort of question for him to be asking. "why?" i asked. "no reason, i was just wondering. dad, you wouldn't happen to need to go potty, would you?"
by this point i was very curious. matt told him he would go in a second. ossi was pleased and very excited. it was eery. matt took a good amount of time and eventually headed to the bathroom
as it turns out ossi had created a "volcano" in the sink by stuffing the drain with floral foam and turning the water on. he imagined it would build up pressure and explode when someone walked in. the experiment did produce an eruption, of sorts. mad dad.
as i was trying to calm matt i kept saying, "it's tuition, honey." all those soaked toilet paper rolls... having a family is expensive.
boys cost a lot of money when they are little.
and girls have weddings when they grow up.
so there you have it.
when you look a little tired at church people ask if you're feeling okay.
when you look really tired at church people tell you that you look tired.
when you look like death at church people start complimenting you again.
i got so many pity compliments today. a close friend said truthfully, "i have never seen you this tired, ever."
i wont post a picture of myself but i will post a picture of my cute, tried husband at the reception. awe.
and imagine me as this tulip.
our house has tiny pockets of craft mess EVERYWHERE.
we just live on top of the mess.
have any of you ever had floral foam around? kids love it. they cannot resist the stuff. a few weeks ago ossi disappeared for a couple minutes then approached me in the kitchen saying, "i don't know where that green stuff is." he was covered in a thick powder of floral foam.
this afternoon after church he joined the family at the table and asked, "does anyone need to use the bathroom." matt and i paused. it was a curious sort of question for him to be asking. "why?" i asked. "no reason, i was just wondering. dad, you wouldn't happen to need to go potty, would you?"
by this point i was very curious. matt told him he would go in a second. ossi was pleased and very excited. it was eery. matt took a good amount of time and eventually headed to the bathroom
as it turns out ossi had created a "volcano" in the sink by stuffing the drain with floral foam and turning the water on. he imagined it would build up pressure and explode when someone walked in. the experiment did produce an eruption, of sorts. mad dad.
as i was trying to calm matt i kept saying, "it's tuition, honey." all those soaked toilet paper rolls... having a family is expensive.
boys cost a lot of money when they are little.
and girls have weddings when they grow up.
so there you have it.
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Thanks again.