vacay...

...or not. What do you call it when you spend a week and a half sitting around your grandparents-in-law's house watching tv? Anyway, I took these pics of the kids hanging out at the park across the back alley - man, that park was a lifesaver.
ps - Don't you love how I've omitted all of the hair-pulling, gravel-throwing, stick-poking pictures. It gives the impression that my children are capable of playing nicely together for more than 2 minutes without alternating trips in to tattle, cry or generally trying to make eachother as miserable as possible.

in which I link: man-up edition

So I'm a girl. I live with 3 individuals of the male persuasion. Even our fishies are boys. It goes without saying that life around here can be a little crazy and, um, well... smelly. (You: "I wish it had gone without saying, but you don't seem to know when to shut up!" - sorry, sometimes I can't control my movie quoting urges). Anyways... I came across some interesting resources for all things testosterone. Enjoy.

I'm planning on spending some quality time with this blog in the near future. I just feel so understood.

guynameddave and his 100 Things Challenge intrigue me.

Love, love, love this list. I own and have enjoyed a number of these books. "Hatchet" anyone?

Another list of boy books and it's blog that I need to peruse thoroughly.

And because it's a little draining being surrounded in manliness - a little reminder.

a song

According to the song Josh is singing, he loves me for the following reasons:

1) I give him hugs and kisses
2) I make him supper everyday
3) I give him breakfast
and 4) I kick bad-guy butt.

Ya, that's right bad-guys. Watch yourself.