‎Yesterday Peyton(my just turned 3 year old), Grady(my 1 1/2 year old), and myself were playing an intense game of 'Dragons'. It was once again my turn to play the screaming victim. I valiantly save Grady from Peyton the Ferocious of all 'Ferociousesness' dragons. Scurrying (at a nice toddler speed) and helpless as Grady was in my arms(growling w/all his might), Peyton swooped in and attacked us, accidentally pulling my shorts and skivvies down in her attempt to defeat me. Then she said, in a fierce dragon voice, "Niiice Buttt!" Dragons Rock ♥

Got S**T?!

When you have a surplus of s**t in your life, plant a garden and make it useful...Or, make some poop bombs to throw at the source that delivered it;) Point: Attempt to make the best of a sh**ty situation.

Extremely Relaxed...

Apparently muscle relaxers make me humm songs when I'm tired and half asleep, and also express (through mumbling sentences) my late night cravings for scrambled eggs and sourdough toast. I'm thinking that in this family, there is a very good chance I could become a youtube star (without my consent) if I continue to take meds...