Tod and I decided that not only do we like Steven Tyler but we think he looks like a cracked-out, older version of Larry. It's his beady eyes and that caveman profile.
Three new lipstick stains on my carpet. And yes by saying new I'm implying there have been others.
I cooked the biggest piece of meat in the history of man. Recipe HERE.
Lennon decided he needed to eat with his blanket over his head for an entire day. It was a lot of fun.
Larry decided he is done with high chairs and likes to live dangerously to the literal edge of his new barstool. Why don't they make straps that adjust to any barstool? And is it me or does he look like a boy and not a baby anymore? I sort of thought Larry would stay a baby and only Lennon would grow older.
We pulled into the garage after an hour of errands and I found this: Batman stickers not just stuck to my windows but glued. My church bag was next to Lennon in the backseat so he sniffed out some supplies and got busy. We are so ghetto. Tod will die when he sees this.
Speaking of Tod, I found him working like this the other day. I asked him why he was wearing a shirt two sizes too small with it buttoned all the way up. He claims I shrunk the shirt and he's trying to fix the collar. I'm a big advocate of TELLING the person who does your laundry if something SHOULDN'T be dried, but what do I know.
Lennon did this puzzle maybe a thousand times. Thank you Grandma Carol and Papa Rick.
Also Lennon's been having frequent nightmares. He'll wake up screaming then run into our room to tell us all about it:
"Mom, there was a witch and she kept touching my shoulder!"
"Dad, there was a cat who punched me wight in the face!"
"Guys, I dweamed there was a stwanger who gwabbed me and took me away from you!"
So Tod has taught Lennon how to fight a cat ("One punch in the gut, one punch to the jaw, pull the whiskers and then throw it by its tail") and told him the next time there's a stranger in his dreams to introduce him to his two uncles (holding up both fists): "Ka" and "Pow."