It's a Waz

I do not make this stuff up. 

I went outside to check the mail yesterday and it was the worst. Here's why.
You know when some kind of insect just buzzes by your face and you hear a loud BUZZ and then you FREAKOUTONETIME? You know when that happens? Ok. It happened to me as I was walking back into the front door. So I went completely. utterly. full fledge Banana Bucket Crazy.
Screaming. Shaking. Swatting.

I slammed my head into the door frame. Hard.
Like, seeing stars and tasting blood, hard.

I stumbled inside, closed the door and leaned against it.
I'm pretty sure I just gave myself a concussion.
I can already feel the knot on my forehead.
The headache.

I'm bending over because I'm thinking these could be my last moments.
My hair is all kindsa in need of a cut, but for now, it's eleven feet long. So I'm bending over, thinking this is the end, and also looking at my split ends, while I'm at it. What a way to go out. 

It's right. then. that I see it.
Dude. It's a wasp.
And it's stuck in my hair.

Screaming. Shaking. Swatting.

I manage to knock it out of my hair and onto the ground and stomp until It's seventeen thousand pieces on my hardwoods and my children are all crying because they are scared. Of me.

And all I want to know is, why? how?
I do not understand. But the thing is dead and I am not.
And, really, isn't that what counts? 

Until Next Time,
The Guff

Triple Treasure

Sometimes Josephine Willow lets me kiss her to sleep. 

I'm. Just. Sayin'. 

I don't know if you have ever just kissed a sweet baby right slap down to sleep, but it's the bee's knees.

Also:: Can someone kiss me to sleep? 

If that wasn't enough, tonight, she let me sing her to sleep. Well, us. She let us sing her to sleep. 

I thought Cham was already asleep. When I took the bird into their room to lay her down, she got a little cry in her throat. So I started humming 'Let It Go'. Her favorite, always calms her down, tune. All of the sudden, I hear a little rabbit start quietly singing alongside my hum. Word for word. From the beginning. And those are the moments. When Josephine calmed down, Chamblee stopped singing and rolled right over to go to sleep. You can't teach that kind of sweet, soft spirit. Can you?

 Triple Treasure.

They keep telling me that they are growing up. They think it's funny. I think it's fast. 

Not too soon, now... and not too fast. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff

No. No. No. No. No.

Well, it lasted three days. The not-wearing-glasses thing.
The second I started to get a migraine I put those suckers rightbackon.

The migraine could have been coming from the events surrounding me- but who knows.
I'm a glasses-wearer again. There are pros, I suppose to being able to see. One of which is not staring people down in public because I think I am wearing shades and they can't see me.
Geez. Get it together, Guff.

Chamblee turned FOUR last week. We celebrated big time. Man, we sure love that girl.

Did you get the princess vibe through your screen? Uhhh-bsessed. 
She starts Pre-K tomorrow. I'm welcoming the routine back into our lives.

This week is shark week. Which is big in this house. Chamblee's class mascot this year is a shark. Thasright. And Jacob, well. He has a special bond with sharks. No, for real. He has a shark in his brain. ::Don't Worry Guys:: He tells me that this shark is his friend, and he has teeth and he swims around in the water in his brain. He doesn't eat his brain. He is his friend. My sweet boy. We are going to be recording and watching all things shark documentaries this week. Learning about Jake's little friend. Man, we sure love that boy.

I'm pretty sure that Josephine will be walking soon. ::emoticon for WHAAAAAAAT?!:: Each of my kiddos has been very different and has taught me a variety of different and wonderful things and she is no exception. She will be ten months old this week and is just cruising along. Man, we sure love that little bird.
Sidenote- She said "Nona" last night before she said "Mama". I'll get over it before she goes to college. Maybe.

Can we talk about the rain in Atlanta? I can't even. I cannot handle any more of this monsoon monstrosity. It is providing some very, very adequate puddles for my little puddle hunters... but yeah, no. I could stand a day without bathing the dogs down every time I let them out. #hateit.
If this keeps up I am going to buy one of these things::

Don't hate. This is a brilliant idea. Genius. 

Everyone's asleep on this rainy, recovering Saturday. That means one thing for this mama. 

Laundry: No.

Dishes: No. 

Nap: No. 

Reading: No. 

Cleaning: No.

Homemade Vanilla ice cream with juicy ripe peaches and a Medium marathon? 

Duh. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff

::Speaking of peaches. I just really love this::