At Least Now I Know the Reason

Turbaconucken-
A chicken inside a duck inside a turkey, all wrapped in bacon.

I guess I better change my dietary habits.

What LaQuinta and I have in common

S found me in the guest room (aka my laundry room when visitors are not here) this morning after breakfast. I was switching a load (that sounds crass somehow...? chalk it up to the boys locker room I call a house), when he stumbled across this scene:
He squealed in delight, "Huh--Aweessome! Mom--it's the hotel thing. We have the thing from the hotel at our house. Cool!"

Yes dear, we too have "the thing." It is called an ironing board. And I'm sorry. Maybe you can ask your dad how it works.

For everyone who has ever been and anyone who wants to

Oh how I miss it even more after watching.



Admittedly, I stole the link from Kalani's blog, so thanks for sharing brother-in-law!

"Go to East Asheville Hardware Before You Go to Lowe's"

I always talk about supporting local business. Then I go to Target or Amazon.com.

Now this great little shop downtown is going out of business. Could I have saved it alone? Obviously not. But it is still sad and I should have done more. I will say we do pretty well supporting local restaurants, as my big bum can attest. So here's an addition to my new year's resolution list: support local business with my wallet not just my words.

PS-Without googling it first, who sang the song from the line in the title?

Hanson--I mean, Jonas Brothers--look out!

Our rock star son turned 3 today. He actually asked for drums for his birthday. He announces to complete strangers, "Hey. Me totally awesome. Me super cool. Me gonna be in a rock band." (The grammarian in Jack cringes everytime S insists on using "me" instead of "I")

Lately he has been chatting non-stop about playing bass guitar (I'm not even sure where he heard that word, let alone repeating it properly), and being a rock star when he gets bigger. With his haircut (or lack thereof), he is on his way... Jack joined the band today as he couldn't resist the rockers plea to "Stay home from work dad and come to my party!" Big fat yay for vacation days.

It is our first time having to throw an inside bday because of snow outside (and brothers with summer bdays) which limits both how many you can invite, as well as what you can do with the parachute. Turns out, not many, and not much.
Happy Rock Star Birthday S!