Take The Crown

I took the day off so that I could go down to the school for the girls' Halloween parties today. After taking them to school, Miles and I came home to have some breakfast.

While I was cooking, he spotted my Royals hair bow on the table.

"Mommy, what's dis?"

"It's my hair bow - for good luck!"

"Dis Woyalz?"

"Yep! Dat Woyalz!"

"You like them?"

"Yes and yoooooou yike dem?"

"I like them!"

"Hey! Me can wear dis bow?"

"...Sure, why not..."

He wasn't having it when I tried to put it in his hair! The bow tie? All for it - so dapper!

The girls have also been enjoying all of the postseason excitement: they've learned all of the crowd chants, they make Moose antlers when he bats, ask to watch Salvy's videos on Instagram, and tell each other that "Mom acts like a crazy lady when they show Billy Butler..."

Their current fave? Reading the Hunter Pence signs! With Game 7 happening tonight, we decided to make some Hunter Pence signs of our own! 

Hunter Pence plays Minecraft in peaceful mode ONLY!

My scooter is faster than Hunter Pence's scooter!

Hunter Pence hates Batman - WHAT A JERK!

They think they're hot stuff, right?!

These Royals, they're going to take the crown tonight at home, with the old fans and the new! Going to the World Series again after 29 years? Awesome! Watching them win with my family? Even better!

PS: If anyone is wondering how the class parties went... 

1. I missed all but 5 minutes of Mia's class party. Marlee's party started at 11:30 and I just assumed that both parties happened simultaneously. Wrong - the big kids had parties at 10:30. Ugh... how do I even have children? Who allowed this? 
2. I didn't get asked to bring treats for the party that I accidentally didn't attend. Thank ya sweet baby Jesus! For Marlee's class I only had to bring veggies and dip, and I didn't mess that up because it's impossible to mess up!
3. I only got one message this year questioning whether or not I'd brought anything dick-shaped to the class parties. Thanks, Ashley for your vote of confidence! 

Bitch Stole My Look

I always said that I didn't want to be one of those people who buys clothes for their pets... until we got Helga, and immediately went to find her "the perfect Christmas dress". That was two years and many dog dresses ago.

I love this damn dog like I love my children, and so when Halloween rolls around, all of my children get a costume. 

...BECAUSE I LOVE THEM ALL EQUALLY AND LIKE ANY GOOD MAMA, I DON'T HAVE A FAVORITE!

This year, we picked a simple Viking helmet with Ginger braids.

You don't have to be a genius to determine that she's not a fan of this get up... Does she feel even the slightest bit adorable? No, absolutely not. She hates it and she hates me for making her wear it!

Who hates the costume more than Helga though? Minnie.

This look lasted approximately 45 seconds and then Chris let her run free - mainly because he was afraid for his own safety. The man needs both arms, guys. Minnie is the kind of cat to rip them both off and knock 'em to the floor just for funzies!

Maybe we shouldn't force them to look super cute? Maybe they should just suck it up like good children or next year, we'll get them an itchy costume. Everyone knows the worst thing about Halloween is an itchy costume!

My question for you all though - who wore it better? 

Shunned

Well, after 4 years of cohabitation, Marlee has finally noticed that Miles has an outie belly button.

She - along with Mia, Chris, and myself - sports a classic innie belly button.

Obviously, this is a problem, you guys...

"If he has an outie, he can't be part of this family anymore!"

He's cute, isn't he? Alas, I'm just a minion in the evil schemes of a 6 year old and she says he has to go. Godspeed, little buddy. Come back when you get a new belly button.

Chauffeur Needed

Let's say that on your way home from work last night, you're cruising along at your normal speed (below the speed limit). Other cars are passing by you as if you're going... 20 mph slower than the rest of traffic. Maybe you don't realize this until you're about half way home and even though your speedometer reads a steady 70 mph when you speed up, the other cars seem to be running upwards of 90 mph. You creep up your speed until it reads 85mph (way faster than you'd normally drive), but the other cars are still flying past you like you're sitting still.

Would that freak you out a little? Give you a case of the shaky legs and sweaty palms? 

Let's say the next morning you leave the house and realize that your gas light is on. You stop for gas, swipe your debit card to pay at the pump and run inside to grab coffee. You're in a hurry because it's the one day out of the month where you absolutely can't be late for work. After paying for the coffee, you come out to see that the pump has kicked off and signified that your tank is full. You remove the nozzle and hop in your car, only to find that your gas light is still glowing and showing an empty tank. The pump had read a total of $55.60 when you got back into your car though, so you're pretty sure that you did, in fact, just get gas.

Would that freak you out a little? Que the leg shakes and make you wipe your damp hands on your pants?

THOSE THINGS SURE AS HELL FREAK ME OUT, YOU GUYS!

Do you know what's messed up on my car? Practically everything, but now we can some of the little gauges on my dashboard right into the mix! Yea! Hooray!

As of yesterday afternoon, my speedometer's accuracy is somewhere between 5-20 mph of the speed I'm actually driving. It's really exciting because I never know if the gauge will be correct or not when I start the car! Yea! It really compliments the oil gauge though (hasn't worked right in a month), I have to admit. When neither of them are working? Damn near perfection...

As far as my gas gauge, it actually hasn't stopped working (yet). Apparently, I never actually STARTED pumping gas this morning, and the total of $55.60 that showed on the pump when I came out belonged to the customer before me. I honestly don't even think I put my card into the pump to begin with... I'm very thorough... 

Have you ever thought you got gas, left the gas station, then pulled in to a different gas station 3 miles away "Just in case I'm losing my frigging mind"? I have, and I got $20 in unleaded and that little gas light turned right off. This is what happens when I make the effort to get to work on time, I guess!

In conclusion, I probably have no business driving a motor vehicle. The last time I was this freaked out was a few years ago when I looked in the rear view mirror only catch a glimpse of a person in my back seat. It freaked me out so bad that I didn't want to turn around and look again! My mind started racing - if I stopped, he'd drag me to the back seat of the car and probably rape me after the car wrecked! If I kept driving, what if he put a gun to my head or a knife to my throat and murdered me? I was so SO terrified. 

Would that freak you out a little? Full on knees knocking, hands just wringing wet? 

Yes, it would, but only until you realized that it wasn't a rapist or murderer. It was your son's car seat and you are a complete nut job.

Anyway, if anyone would like to drive me back and forth to work from now on, it's a fun gig (because I'm a morning person and I like to sing) but he pay is terrible (the pay is nonexistent). Serious inquiries only.