I did something new today: I mandated PE time with Mommy and her exercise video.
Poor guys. I almost felt sorry for them until I remembered what they did at church Sunday. It involved fists and we were seated in the front row.
Just imagine what they'll tell their kids. "When I was growing up my mommy home schooled us, and she made us do her FIRM exercise videos with her for PE! It Was So Lame!"
Firm and burn, boys. Firm and burn.
Maybe I should get a Kinect and have them do Zoomba with me. Cue maniacal I'm-succeeding-at-being-an-annoying-parent laughter.
Maybe they'll stop whining when I tell them to go outside and play by themselves for exercise after a few days with the FIRM.
Ah, the arts and artifices of parenting.
We caught this pic of the Kitteh, all relaxed on 'his' chair, which is supposed to be the kid's chair. Unbeknownst to me, Chi took a picture of him with my cell phone and proceeded to text it to my side of the family with the caption "dead kitty."
I did warn him about what might be mailed back, since my side is notoriously intolerant of cats. I think he received nothing more uncomplimentary than "nice."
My favorite Corelle plate. I only have one. I'm sure it's practically vintage.
This stuff never breaks (maybe we should test this hypothesis?). It's like Red Heart yarn. And roaches. I'm counting on all three surviving a nuclear holocaust.
♥love and joy♫
Poor guys. I almost felt sorry for them until I remembered what they did at church Sunday. It involved fists and we were seated in the front row.
Just imagine what they'll tell their kids. "When I was growing up my mommy home schooled us, and she made us do her FIRM exercise videos with her for PE! It Was So Lame!"
Firm and burn, boys. Firm and burn.
Maybe I should get a Kinect and have them do Zoomba with me. Cue maniacal I'm-succeeding-at-being-an-annoying-parent laughter.
Maybe they'll stop whining when I tell them to go outside and play by themselves for exercise after a few days with the FIRM.
Ah, the arts and artifices of parenting.
We caught this pic of the Kitteh, all relaxed on 'his' chair, which is supposed to be the kid's chair. Unbeknownst to me, Chi took a picture of him with my cell phone and proceeded to text it to my side of the family with the caption "dead kitty."
I did warn him about what might be mailed back, since my side is notoriously intolerant of cats. I think he received nothing more uncomplimentary than "nice."
My favorite Corelle plate. I only have one. I'm sure it's practically vintage.
This stuff never breaks (maybe we should test this hypothesis?). It's like Red Heart yarn. And roaches. I'm counting on all three surviving a nuclear holocaust.
♥love and joy♫
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