Top 3 favorite things that my children do on a regular basis:
1) Take the inserts out of my house shoes.
2) Turn the toaster dials to high settings so that if I do not check every single time, I will end up with burnt toast.
3) Magically show up right in front of me when I sit my tired behind down at the table to eat something. They give me sad eyes until I turn my fork around and give them the first bite of whatever I was about to eat.
OK, now your turn… GO!!!!
I’m declaring 2019 the #yearofthelegos. Just to save time, I’m declaring the same through 2030 in the Lin house. Currently taking bets in the number of adult injuries by said pieces. Winner takes all the legos. You’re welcome.
Overheard at our house at 8 PM last night:
“EVERYONE IN THE SHOWER! THIS IS GOING TO BE A WELL-ORCHESTRATED CHRISTMAS EVE!!”
Merry Christmas from the Lins. Let go of expectations and worship the King!
Josh: Mom, how many more bites of chicken to I have to eat?
Me: You need to eat three.
Josh: Excuse me? What did you say? Did you say I need to eat four?
Me: Yes, you have four more bites.
I see you.
I see you, you West Elm sales person.
I know what you’re thinking because I saw you blink really fast when we came in.
Yep. That’s right. We have three little kids. And we’re in West Elm. Because we’re feeling a little risky tonight.
Oh yeah. I know. I know that you set your store up so it wouldn’t accommodate strollers. Yeah. I know. You did that for a reason. I’m ok with that. We’ll navigate it.
Oh… you’re coming over here now? Oh, hi. Yes. We’re doing fine. We don’t need any help. You want to babysit? Was that fear that crossed your eyes?
Run.
You run right back behind the desk because West Elm is a nice and peaceful place where everything is magical and patterns don’t clash. Unlike the clothes my boys are wearing.
Heck. I don’t even know what I’m wearing right now and I bet my hair looks like it was licked by ten cows.
Uh oh. Did dad just spill part of his soda on the floor? Boys, come with mom. We’re going to just walk over here and create a diversion.
Avert your eyes sales person… avert your eyes.
Dad, do you need me to get something to… oh, yes. A diaper will do the trick. You wipe that floor with the diaper. You’re a genius. No one will know except the security cameras.
Uh oh, baby’s breaking down and starting to scream. Let’s turn around and head for the door. Thanks for the free entertainment West Elm!
Breathe easy salespeople. Next time we’ll try to buy something… but then again, we’re probably kid-ing.