Kathryn. Real.

I tend to forget, in anticipation of sharing my space with others, how truly easy going all of my family are.  It’s going to be a fun few weeks.

Every morning while we wait for the oatmeal to boil I ask Ellis what shape vitamin he wants.  This morning he responded with this-

E:  Um, let me think about that for a minute

Ellis has a song book that he loves.  It has a speaker that plays music and he’s been trying to master the on/off switch for a while now.  I knew he had it when he ran in saying-

E: It actually works!  Look mom, it actually works!

His newest exclamation and one we heard about 4 billion times on Christmas morning-

E: Oh my GOSH!

Yesterday at the grocery store he saw a man walking by and said-

E: Oh!  Hello sir.

Seeing my reaction to that prompted him to say it to everyone else we saw that day, including women.

Remember back on Thanksgiving when I was all “it’s weird not having a big family gathering to go to”?  Well my friends, the universe sometimes works in very straightforward ways.  Today my Uncle (my mothers brother) and his girlfriend are coming to stay with us for a week, and in some strange twist of fate, my cousin (on my fathers side) and his wife are moving to town on the exact same day that my mother moved here (a year ago today).  They will all be staying in our house so it looks like I’ll be getting that family action after all.  Shortly thereafter my Dad and step Mom are coming up for Ellis’s (and my dad’s) birthdays.  We’ll be knee deep in family until mid January.

Of course social introvert that I am I’m having minor heart attacks (yes plural) because I can’t figure out how to keep all these people entertained.  It will fall to me to do so since I don’t work.  There’s tons of sight seeing to do here but sight seeing isn’t so fun with an (almost) two year old who is sick of being in the car.   Maybe I’ll just give them some maps and let them loose.  That aside I’m really looking forward to spending time with all of them.

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By the way because I’m sure you’re all dying to know, last night I did not dream about His Hotness, instead my brain chose to thrill me with dreams about changing diapers and making bottles.  Does that ever happen to you?  You basically just dream exactly what you do during the day minute by minute so it feels like you never slept at all?  It kind of sucks.

I love making these. They’re so simple and you can be as creative as you want with the embroidery. Yay sewing!

Last night I had a dream that David Beckham wanted my body.  He was laying there in only his underwear begging to have sex with me and I TURNED HIM DOWN because I am happily married.  Jesus.  I could have had dream sex with this.

There has to be something wrong with me right?

May all your Christmases include laughter like this!

Laughter from katiemagic on Vimeo.

It’s been an eventful week here in my world.

Last Friday at this time I was, um, well I was in bed. But! I was in bed in Seattle with the lovely Drew secure in the knowledge that I could sleep as late as I bloody well wanted the next day. It was the first girls only weekend I’ve had since before I got married and it was much needed and perfect. We went to bed early, shopped (well browsed at least) and ate during the day, went to a movie, went to Saphora, and just generally did whateverthehell we wanted for two days!!!! Drew is one of those people who knows me inside out. It was so refreshing to spend time with her, and much needed. I came back home happy to have had the luxury of missing my guys for a short time, and happy to have been missed. It was good to see the look in Kent’s eyes when I walked in the door.

This week Ellis and I have been baking sugar cookies (a.k.a. cookie cutters!) like crazy and trying to get ready for the holiday. Wednesday night just before our neighborhood party I found a pin-worm in his diaper and just about lost my shit. Luckily his doctor’s office has after hours care during the week so we were able to get in to see the doc that same night. Which was good for my mental health but basically a waste of time because he told us that unless he is showing symptoms or we find more than just one, there’s really no reason to treat it.  THANK THE LORD JESUS we haven’t found any more which means I haven’t had to take a blow torch to his room.

Thursday night Kent and I had a much needed date. We went to Target for some last minute shopping and to dinner. We had planned on a movie too until 3/4ths of the way through dinner mom called saying she had cut her wrist. She’d dropped a vase and couldn’t clean up the glass or the wound. So we rushed home and inspected the wound which was really gnarly.  I took over bedtime routine while Kent took her to the emergency room for stitches. Thankfully she is barely the worse for wear. Ellis was very worried about her both that night and the next morning. He woke up saying he had, had a nightmare about her “spilled water on her shirt. it was scary.” I am so thankful that he has the words to express those things to me so I can help him work through them.  And thankful that mom is more or less fine today.

Did I mention I’m tired?

Now onto the vanity section of this entry.

While we were at Target I took a short stroll through the make up section and came across a brand of make up I’ve never seen before called Soap And Glory. The packaging caught my eye, and the name of this lip gloss (in nude no less) made it physically impossible for me to put it down. Also, plumper lips! Score!

I’ll be honest, I’ve never held any deep seated feeling that my lips are in fact not plump enough. But the thought of a little help in the facial area is not something that I have ever been able to turn down. So what the hell, I tried it. Did it work? You be the judge.

Here are my lips (and my perpetually crooked smile) before:

And here they are after:

I think I look sufficiently plumped.  It tingles like a motherpucker though and I spent all day wondering if I would get a similar effect by just rubbing say, bleach on my lips.

Also I have this warning.  If you happen to have lots of time on your hands while your husband is in the hospital waiting room with your mother and you have a shiny new plumping gloss to test out, do not take too many close ups of your own lips.  Because if you look at the all 400 of them all lined up in Picasa you may start to get paranoid that you look like that dude from the Muppet’s with the lips whom I can’t find a picture of anywhere.  You know the guy.

You’ve been warned.

Beautifully summed up here.  Not by me of course.

We’re at the coffee table coloring the winter scene on the back of his advent calendar when Ellis says:

E: I have an idea!

Me: Oh yeah? What is it?

E: I’m gonna move it (he starts sliding the calendar all over the table) Here? No.  Here?  No.  Here?  No. There! Perfect! (Fterfekt)

A woman who filed a civil lawsuit against Halliburton for being the victim of a gang rape by her coworkers in Iraq will have her day in court, kangaroo court, thanks to the mandatory binding arbitration clause in her employment contract. Jamie Leigh Jones says she was drugged and raped by her fellow workers, then imprisoned inside a shipping container and left without food or water until the US embassy came to rescue after the State Department got calls from her father. She says she was told she would be fired if she sought medical treatment.