Doppelgänger?

Tonight while I was making dinner, (*cough* heating up a frozen pizza *cough*) Dash came running out of the toy room yelling "Mama! Mama!!!!" And pointing at the back of a book. Why was he so excited you may ask? Oh... let me tell you. He found my doppelgänger! Let me introduce you to my long lost twin, Francie Alexander.

The resemblance is uncanny. 

          

Unfortunately, I was not able to get the original reaction on camera, but I did get these. 

Dash was sitting by me while writing this blog and was excited to see my picture on the computer.

Also, I have decided that I want to learn to speak Russian. Why? Because it sounds aggressive and I feel as though my kids will be more inclined to listen to me if I scold them in it. Rosetta Stone, here I come!

Keeping Up With the Trends

So as most of you already know, Derrick surprised me with a fanny pack on Monday. Everyone laughed... "Where did Derrick get that? OMG! That's HILARIOUS!" Har har har.

Well guess what people? Joke's on you.

I was looking at Go Fug Yourself today (a great blog that I highly recommend visiting) and they were showing pictures from some of the latest runway shows. Well, I love Chanel and decided to check out what their show looked like... and guess what I came across.

That's right, people. A fanny pack... on a runway.

Hate on haters.

Fresh to Death

Well, the day finally came. Dash got his first haircut... and I cried. He wouldn't let me comb his hair anymore so he was forming baby dreads and we just had to part with his wild hair.

Before.

When Derrick and I discussed his haircut, I told him I still wanted him to have some curls. "Don't cut it all off.... Don't have a repeat of DJ's first haircut." I said. Did he listen? Not. At. All. My baby has no more hair. Now all of a sudden he looks like a grown man and also DJ's twin.

After.

Well, Hello there Handsome.

DJ on the left when he was 2. 

Dash actually took the haircut pretty well. I mean, he obviously cried a little bit because he hates when people touch his head almost as much as he hates sitting still. The two things combined resulted in a pissed off Dash after a few minutes. I cried when Derrick cut the ponytail off and then again when I realized he was cutting off all of the curls. But it was Harlow who took it the worst and I have video evidence to prove it.

Now, I shouldn't take enjoyment in Harlow's sadness, but it was so funny! After Derrick was done cutting Dash's hair she said "He doesn't even look like Dash anymore!" and started to cry again. 

Then I offered them cake and everyone was happy. Oh children... how easy they move on. 

Mr. Romantic

Here is something that is a universal truth. Gifts rock.

The only thing better than a gift, is when it is a surprise, for no reason at all, gift. They are my favorite to receive and to give. The thing with these is, it is all about thought. When Derrick comes home with a large diet crack... I mean coke without me asking, I want to jump his bones. It makes me so happy. The small things people.

When I go to Target, there are times that I linger in the card section and read them all until I find the perfect one for Derrick. Does he appreciate it? Well, maybe not all the way. And maybe... just maybe, I get him one so that I have a reason to lurk around the greeting cards section instead of going home and cleaning. Here are a few examples of my random thoughtfulness.

This lovely plaque from Hobby Lobby hangs proudly on the wall in the Man Cave. 

 This book also came with a dramatic reading, very special.

That's right, a Saved By The Bell love card. 

So, as you can see, I am pretty much amazing at the art of surprise gifts. I was the hailing champion, until yesterday when Derrick got me the surprise gift to top ALL surprise gifts. 

Drumroll please.....

A Nike fanny pack, y'all, that's right. 

My kids, however, did not appreciate it. In fact, they hated it so much that DJ and Harlow both actually cried until I took it off. This gift has inspired me, though. I have decided to find a matching red visor and take a trip to Blackhawk... or a some kind of monument... or maybe to the mall to join my fanny pack brothers and sisters.

Thanks for the gift, Mr. Romantic and I think it is now safe to say that I am one lucky lady.