Just . . . Stuff . . .

I just got home from a wedding of an obscure family friend. It is seriously the shortest wedding I have ever attended - from beginning to end it lasted 20 minutes! Twenty minutes - it's hardly worth putting on the dress for 20 minutes!! I know traditionally Lutheran weddings are short - Brian and I were married in a Lutheran church . . . please tell me my wedding was longer than 20 minutes . . . . please . . . .

In two hours we will be leaving for the dinner and reception . . . . I can hardly wait! Sensing a little sarcasm??

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Before my mom picked me up today to attend said shortest wedding EVER she told me that she went to get her hair done. I have heard women say this before - mainly older women (not that my mom is old - love you mom!!) BUT my question is . . . . . when does this phenomenon begin?? I got my hair done for Winter Formal and Homecoming (not Prom though - didn't go to prom right Brian?) and when I got married of course. So at some point is the way I do my hair everyday going to suddenly become not good enough for social functions??? Someday am I going to be invited to a wedding and say "Gee - I better make my hair appointment because I can never get my hair to look good!"

And just for the record - I like my mom's hair everyday, not just when the stylist does it!

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Just because you wanted to know this . . . . the name that I thought was Brock Moon is actually incorrect. Apparently Kadin just makes up names for kids - there is really a Brock M and then a Brock W. Yes W, not M or Moon. Kadin also told me that the two Brock's were twins. Ok, first I'm thinking what horrible parents would name their twins the same name then second I'm thinking does Kadin even know what "twins" means? So I ask him - "what does twin mean?" His answer . . . . "they both eat their boogers." Which by the way Kadin has said he no longer does . . . . . . as he turns his head away from me and does a quick nose to mouth swipe.

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I'm convinced that my daughter is deaf. It really breaks my heart - that poor sweet girl repeats everything she says because she cannot hear our answers. Today is a perfect example - Bella is yelling "Mommy help me." My reply - "just a minute - Mommy has to change." "Mommy help me." "Just a minute Bella!" "Mommy help me!" "Isabella - I'm changing my clothes!!!!" "Mommy help me!!" "Can you not hear what I'm saying to you!!!!!!!!!!" Pause . . . . . . "HUH??" "Can you not hear me?" "HUH?" "Bella, I am changing right now - I will be with you in a minute." "HUH?"

Yeah, it was that bad. I wanted to kneel down next to her soft little ear and scream directly into it. I didn't . . . . . that would be wrong - but I wanted to.

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Why is it that kids won't eat what you put in front of them, but if they happen to see you eating it the next day - let's say for lunch - then they want to eat it because you are??? This little phenomenon drives me nuts. Kadin complained and complained about the manicotti we had for dinner last night. He didn't like the meat or the sauce and he didn't care for the noodles because there was "icky" cheese inside them. HOWEVER - today as I warmed up a noodle for lunch he was all over that plate. "Mmmm, I like the meat!" What?!?!? You didn't like the meat 17 hours ago . . . . oh yeah that's because I wasn't the only one eating it . . . URRGGHH!

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Ok, I'm off to wrangle my son from the neighbors house and force him into the tub so we can make our shin-dig at 5:00. Wish me luck!!