organized chaos

Maybe you’re thinking I’ve run out of ideas for clever and funny posts. You might be right. At least I always think so when I have a day like today and my swiss cheese brain shuts down for a time. During these times and times of other creative pursuits, I always feel like it’s the end of the line for me.

I’ll never write another song.

I’ll never be able to draw another face.

I’ll never have another funny blog post.

I’ll never feel like playing the piano again.

I’m such an extremist. When time has proven to me again and again that if I have some off days, it’s not the end. It’s just an off day. Does anyone have any idea what I’m talking about??

Now that I got that off my chest, allow me to be a proud mama for a minute. I snapped all these yesterday. None of them are worthy of a whole hysterical post by themselves, but my heart does swell with pride at the genius of this:

You should probably know that I’ve never let him watch The Silence of the Lambs. That’s what it reminds me of. Am I right? He lost the other two Spidey masks and cried for days until I finally gave in and cut up his stocking cap. He had already started to behind my back, so I thought, “Oh well. It’s better than listening to him scream.”

The tape came into play when I had cut a hole for his nose to breathe out of and he didn’t approve. Now Charlie and I can’t look at him without laughing. And that’s not really advised since he gets really offended when people poke fun at his very serious outfit.

Now I give you the In-House Criminal:

Thank you Dollar General for being so cheap that Socrates could afford the most annoying toy on the face of the earth. A cap gun. I did take him down just to remind him that I will always possess more ninja skills than he will ever dream of. Just picture my face on top of Elektra’s body.

And can I just say that I love this age:

And while I was referring to the 7 month age of The Cuteness, I will admit that 30 has been very good to me also. I love this kid. He’s such a squishy ball of happiness and joy, how could I not?

He’s crawling like a fiend, wearing apple-blueberry baby food like creepy lipstick and trying to vocalize with a throatful of milk, therefore gurgling it through the air. I love it!

I have to restrain myself from biting his arms every day. I loved when my other gremlins were babies, but really I was pretty stressed out back then. It’s a whole other ballgame when the baby is a good 6 years from the last one you had.

So, if you made it this far, you must be a good friend indeed to read my rambling. And I’m going to work tonight to collect more weirdo accounts for the Friendly Cashier.

Stay Tuned.