Lazy Summer Days

The hot summer days slip-slide past each other, like wet wiggly monkeys in a wading pool.
We have been busy and lazy at the same time, if that is really possible, and I have had so little to report while feeling so very occupied with the day-to-day.

In the last 7 days we have:
*Taken the van (Beloved Fred) in for an Oil change and discovered that the sway bar on the driver's side had snapped in-two. After a whole day of courtesy shuttles, babysitters, and waiting,  our quick oil change resulted in a Fred that is more road ready and decidedly more expensive than the $24.99 I expected to spend.

They Say It's Your Birthday...

It's My Birthday Too, Yeah!

Socks is 5. That is sheer crazy talk, but we will press forward like it is true, because, really, what choice do we have?

Super heroes and couches

Conversation I had today:

After running up and pointing, Pencil announced: Mom, you mawb-wus!

Me: I'm marvelous?

P: Yup!

I was very flattered. I mean, it's not every day a mom in her ripped pj pants and 3 days unwashed hair gets told she's marvelous. I was basking in this display of affection until I realized what was really meant.

P: Yup! Dad is I-O man and Stah-ee is Hah-guy. I'm Baa-man. (Then I think he Grrr-ed a little)

Me: Oh! We're super heroes. I'm Miss Marvel, Dad is Iron Man, Sock is Hawk Eye (although, to be honest I thought at first that Pencil had dubbed his brother Hot Guy, and I was a little worried) and Pencil had self labeled with 'Bat Man'.

Not quite as flattering, but, I guess you take what you can get.

Cy-cwops