Months ago, Derek latched onto the song "Zacchaeus was a Wee Little Man" and has not let go.
We must sing it together before each psuedo-nap and before bed each night.
It gets a wee little old.
I had some coffee mid-morning, and I'm feeling a little hyped up. That can be the only explanation for the fact that while putting him down for his quiet time, I just turned that little ditty into a rap.
Complete with beatboxing.
No wonder he doesn't nap. That's not really a lullaby, now is it?
He just laughed at me and said, "Mom, you're silly."
I can't disagree.
The kids and I like to grooveshark together, but there really is no accounting for my taste in music.
The other day, I had just finished belting out "In Christ Alone," which is obviously a praise song. Then Eminem came on and I started lip-syncing and doing the running man.
The children almost died laughing at me.
I dance a little like Elaine Benice.
I'm like a sideshow around here.
My kids have zero chance of being "normal."
Whatever normal is, anyway.
(All I know is that Erin=not normal.)
Also, a Facebook friend posted about these the other day and I haven't been able to get them out of my mind.
Can it really be?
Jeans that feel like pajamas?
Ooh, and that reminds me. I forgot to share this link with you. Would you please just go and see the pancake art that this man is capable of.
It makes me feel very low.
Low indeed.
I just want to make the flat, traditional kind.
I am inspired.
Oooh. Tomorrow I'm going shopping with a friend in Raleigh.
Without kids!
Is it wrong that on Veteran's Day, I'm leaving my military man with the kids and taking off on a shopping trip?
Well if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right.
This is one Thursday that's not going to beat me!
I'll even throw a crock pot meal together before I leave so that we can have dinner together when I return.
That is, if I make it home by dinner.
And if not, then Josh will have something to eat on his holiday.
Hey, I'm a Veteran too, you know.
Of course, my greatest sacrifice was wearing the maternity uniform.
And it was a big sacrifice.
Huge.
And tent-like.
And huge.
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I'm disturbed by the pajama jeans. Disturbed. And why does she say it weird? Is it just me?
1) Pajama Jeans is just code for "mom jeans"
2) I'm sure you could make cute pancakes if you put the batter in a squeeze bottle to make it easier to make characters. Buy extra squeeze bottles and add food coloring for even more fun. Too many dishes for me.
3) It should read I'm Erin = not normal. For obvious reasons ;)
I think we need a picture of you in the maternity uniform to fully appreciate this posting... ;)
Oh Jennifer, those have all been burned!
Happy veterans day: ). I don't know you in real life but I still advise you just say no to pajama jeans. They sound as attractive as the military maternity garb.
Inseam length, 31 inches, all sizes. The story of my life. Where's the 34/36 length for the 5'10 girls?
I actually own a similar pair and they are really just code for feel-good-about-your-fatness jeans.
I really need to see this maternity/military uniform.
Like desperately.
are you stationed at Pope, we go to the chapel on pope. I may have to have my husband try those pancakes. that is funny
No Pam, we're about an hour and a half from Pope.
If your hubby can make those pancakes, take some pictures for me! ;)
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