Storytime

Went to the library today for a story time. The library I go to is full of moms with Gucci or LV purses and kids, if boys, have long hair and are called Cole or Jackson. Moms sing louder than the children and emit an energy, that if bottled, could power eastern Canada in the dead of winter.
Today I looked at my kids and realized they both had snot streaks all over their face and crazy hair from bed head/hat head. My son also had sprinkle donut remnants on his face because we made a pit stop before the library. My son's pants were half down his bum, exposing his Walmart diapers because the waist in his pants are too big and the height of his pants too short.
I won't even describe my hair.

It was today that I realized when you have one kid, you can be cute and trendy and be overly eager for your kids to sing old macdonald because one kid allows you to leave the house somewhat organized and your energy level is still on "perky". Two kids, your energy is set to "coast with caution". I have utmost respect for the three and even four kid moms. Four kid moms are intimidating. They're the type that jam marshmallows into open wounds because thats what was in their purse. They slap their kid on the butt and say, you're fine.

That being said, I love the story time because my kids love it. I also enjoy picking books afterward. Seeing what my son is interested in helps me learn more about him.

...where was I?

My mom has decided to meet her neighbours as her "lentil" deed. On so many layers, this is awesome.

I have a case of the George Castanza elbow-itis. Mine doesn't randomly nudge people but does hurt. I guess it's not like George at all.

LZ keeps yelling in her sleep. I imagine she dreams about over sized squeaky toys, wide eyed cartoons and perhaps an existential cheerio that is always out of reach. She is 9 months old.

Kiddo got his hair cut today. I need to stop going to melonheads. It's too pricy and we didn't get a helicopter ride.