Socks!

The other day, my co-worker noticed first how tiny my feet were, then pointed out my cute black matching socks. She was surprised, in a house full of kiddos I took the time to match my socks. I bit back tears of both laughter and sadness, but mostly sadness. If she only knew the story of what socks in my life mean. 

We used to love to miss-match socks. Now, they are required to enter rooms (an OCD thing). However, socks can be fun and free us from time to time. I'll sometimes throw one over Kiddo's or Dane's shoulder for fun. 

We've received & purchased a lot of socks this year! Time to purge some more, as we are again overrun with SOCKS!

Needs & Wants

I usually write under wants on the fridge whiteboard- "World peace!" Sam and Christian will then draw pictures of war, like mushroom clouds and nukes. This time, as you can see, Sam under my want for "X-mas Joy"- Kahuna on a sleigh. Later, Christian drew tiny Kahunas leading the Kahuna sled. 

Nugget

With Christmas on my mind, I found the hamster Hilton at a thrift store after work. Knowing M* needed a furry roommate, I simply could not resist! Armed with the cute cage, I strutted into the pet store. The experts recommended the tiniest furballs as the cage was not the Hilton I believed it to be. I inquired about their personalities and got a firm "Pick this one, hands down."

Dane, initially grumpy, had a change of heart when he saw her joy and later apologized for stealing my thunder. Naming critters has always been a struggle for our family, not this time! "Nugget" as he was the perfect sized treat for always hungry Miss Kitty. 

Now, here's where it gets comically absurd. Sam insists on calling him "Bingus," perhaps because when he's in his purple hamster ball, it's driving resembles mine. Nugget's hilarity keeps us all entertained! We just need to keep the killer, Miss Kitty, from making him her little nugget! 

PDX Coins

 

Dane and I dropped Christian, Sam, and his friend at the PDX coin show. It was not our cup of tea, so we ditched them. Considering we had a long day grocery shopping afterward, we decided to catch some lunch. We walked to Red Robin and shared a yummy salad. They lasted at the show for exactly how long it took to eat. Sam called just as we got the check, bored and wanting to leave: "Hey Bozos, where are you?" While walking back we spotted him standing on the back of the car! Driving home they "hungered," so we treated the boys to a fancy lunch at Wendy's.

Dane, teasing me 4 Teslas! 

"TESLA!"

"I fear those words escaping Dane's lips; it's my fault—I created a monster! Bored with my book during one of Dane's drives, I spawned a fun new game. A game I thought would be fun for the kids, diverting their glued eyes from their phones, and bringing them back to the world of reality. 

I recalled my childhood fun of punching someone when a 'slug-bug' rolled by. After a few days of punches, Dane, displaying restraint, decided to play a UNO reverse. Each time a Tesla sparked his eye, tickling ensued, with my shrieks and wiggles my only defense. With Dad's new spin, the game miraculously became fun for the kiddos; they all gang up on me, giving Dad credit for every Tesla they spot!" Thanks, Elon!