So -- I could not make this up if I tried -- we're browsing it tonight, and what turns up but a wedding money apron. NO SHIT.
It is the dream of my life to marry into a family with a tradition of dollar dances or envelopes of cash. Though I suppose he and I could each pretend it was the
other
one's tradition!
Darth Vader, actually saying "I am your father," but in a different context.
My new nephew's name is Luke. I beat my sister to the punch on "Luke, I am your Auntie" and that was plenty fun. The best was though when his non-fan father finally looked down and did it. HE JUST COULDN'T HELP HIMSELF. It was that much fun. Frankly, I don't know how men control themselves from trying to name their first son Luke.
If my DH and I had named our son Luke, he'd forever in my head be associated with Luke Skywalker (esp given that blond hair of his) and in *my husband's* head he'd be one of the Duke boys. I can barely imagine.
Have you seen the book called darth vadar and son? I gave it to my cousin, who had a t-shirt made for her husband that said Luke, I am your father. He did not know about it until the day his son was born
Someone got him that book!
So -- I could not make this up if I tried -- we're browsing it tonight, and what turns up but a wedding money apron. NO SHIT. If anyone buys that for me, I will hunt you down.
Ooh, incentive. No, really. Come to Australia to hunt me down. You'll need a honeymoon, right?
In news of the South: my sweet, lovely boy Ryan has head lice. There's been an outbreak at his chidcare centre. We gave him a treatment last night, and will presumably be making follow-up efforts for the next week or so. (We've already established that, though much diminished, there are still at least a few left.)
Of course, Ryan decided that the appropriate reaction to the news that his scalp was now Insect Central was to take himself off to our bedroom, rub his head on our blanket and announce, "Put the lice on!" Thanks, Ryan.
He had friends from childcare come over today - a boy called Jackson (his dad's name is Andrew - Andrew/Jackson), his 2-year old sister Madison and their parents. Pleasant afternoon, and we got a graphic reminder of how orderly Ryan is at heart, when we saw the whirlwind of destruction the pair had wrought through the living room and Ryan's bedroom.
Madison particulary was determined to get into everything, most of which she made a concerted effort to get into her mouth. She was successful with the playdough. I've come to the conclusion that she has some kind of death wish going on. We suspected when she was determined to scarf down some tinea cream she found. But she really went above and beyond the call of toddlerhood when she got hold of a container of dental floss. Within moments she'd popped the top off and unravelled the entire roll - and then set about wrapping it around her neck. I would have been distinctly embarrassed had a guest of ours managed to kill themselves with our dental floss.
Oh, God, bt, that's both hilarious and utterly terrifying.
And ew on the lice and Ryan's oversharing. So far we've only had one serious scare, but the resultant laundering was grim.
Lice is lousy for sure. We had a bout with Brendon in preschool. He thought clipping his hair short was a good plan so we went with that. His hair was so thick it was hard to be sure we were thorough. And now my head itches....
So, with this new focus on beer stuff here, I've expanded my circle of friendly acquaintances. This has led to being so terribly overly sensitive that I am constantly feeling snubbed. I forgot about this downside to "putting yourself out there. " It sucks.
Nora, I totally get this. It seems like it's easier to feel snubbed in The Age Of Facebook, too, because chances are much better that you know who's getting together without you and what they're doing, or even just that they were online last night, and why didn't they respond to my email?? It does suck, but I hope the upside (new friends to burble about beer with!) is worth it.
Ryan, hilarious; Madison, terrifying.
I hope I live another 40 years to see what all my friends' kids grow up to become.
