Who cut the cheese?

Cheese. Why wouldn't you want to shape it into the big old state of Texas?

Who wears short shorts?

Stop the presses, I'm wearing shorts. In 1997 when my parents went to the middle east I stopped wearing shorts because at that time, the dress code there was long skirts. It evolved to pants, then capris and it ended there. I got used to it. Saved on having to shave past the calf. So today marks a new day.
I have realized 1) I'm cold 2) my legs are hairy 3) my legs are white

Branding Texas

IAH

Truth be told, traveling with wee ones can be daunting. Today people weren't courteous and that is sucky. As a man I point at you and say "FOR SHAME" if you sit and stare at a lady struggling with something heavy. I also bite my thumb at you people that bump me as I'm trying to open a stroller and put sleeping kids aside.

And now to the good in the world. United airlines has economy and economy plus. I was in the luxurious one foot leg room as my parents were stuck in the half an arm space. Since they were cattle class, they couldn't help me with my delightful wee ones. Since they were seated on the left side of the plane, could not take a wee one (only right side has three air masks). So Beans in Her Jeans Elsie didn't enjoy the restriction on her "I want to be free, don't hold me back" persona, which clashes with the perpetual seatbelt indicator light. Andrew thoroughly enjoyed being strapped on his 5 point seat harness. Feeling safe soothes him. He wasn't wearing socks which is a huge deal. The minute we arrived at my moms place he demanded them back on. I assume it must feel like a warm hug from a cuddly lamb.

So I'll write a bit more frequently since there should be more exciting things going on. I think I'll try to include a photo of Texan propaganda each day they like to put their flag on everything or make things into the shape of the state. I already noticed the Texas eggs in the fridge so I'll post that today.

Gimme sympathy

There are so many "things" going on in life right now. People around me too. It's exhausting. It's hard to grab the reins on my emotions an not let them dictate how I feel. It's a day by day struggle. It feels like the rug was whipped out from underneath me and I am currently face down trying to get my bearings. I'm also in "what was THAT all about?!" mode.

Vagueness aside, let's move on.

I'm prepping for Elsie's birthday. I am going with gnomes, therefore also a woodland type theme. This is cutting edge on the trends my friends. Pinster (as my mom calls it) is full of the forest friends/woodland crafts. I'm thinking red toad stool mushrooms, some shrubbery, sticks.
What do you buy a one year old for her birthday? I don't even remember what we bought Andrew. Maybe a train. Elsie seems to like the dishwasher a whole bunch, always climbing in it when it's open. That might be good I wonder how she'd feel getting a new fridge or bathroom hardware. Wait, exterior lighting might be more up her alley.