Tornado watch.

Who needs the weather channel?! 

And yes, as you can could probably tell the littles are home. Happyhappyhappy. The boy was so happy to see me that he held my hand for the first hour or so as they told me about all of their adventures, from birthday parties in Austin to Disney and getting lost with Grandma Louann in Orlando. They really did have a blast but I could tell they were glad to be home too. I mean really, who would want to go 10 days straight without a little janettawesome in their lives? Not anyone I know. ;) Case in point:

The turkeys made me breakfast this morning. Mini bagels+strawberries+crazy kids= perfect. Love!

P.S. I am reallyreallyREALLY sick of all the rain/thunderstorms/hail/tornados/tornado warnings. Colorado is not on my happy list these days.

Idle minds.

You just never know when it's your time.

And yes, the kids are still out of town. I'm running out of ways to entertain myself.

Best laid plans.

Or sometimes I amaze myself. 

You see, the story of these pictures didn't actually start today. Oh no, it started yesterday. I had planned to take a picture of the gorgeous Denver sunrise for everyone to ooh and aah over, so jealous that THEY don't have magnificent sunrises like we do here. Anyway, got up at the unholy hour of 5 am, threw on some clothes, grabbed the dog and the camera and off we went to my favorite hill. Sat there for a few minutes enjoying the view and finally picked up my camera. Turned it on. Or tried to anyway.

Ummm.

Cough.

Yeah, I forgot to insert a battery. And my camera bag with my spares.

So lather, rinse and repeat this morning. Minus the gorgeous sunrise. I don't know why I didn't just look out the window and see all the fog and cloud cover and dive back into bed. I really don't. Instead I trekked back out to the hill with the wonder dog in tow, completely drenching myself all the way up to my knees. Because if I went out there SURELY the fog and clouds would magically disappear allowing me to complete my mission in coercing everyone I know to fall in love with and relocate to Denver. Surely.

I think the universe is conspiring against me. That's reason #1. Reason #2? I found my first gray hair this morning. I'M NOT EVEN 30!!! Okay, well I will be this summer but that's not the point! I am way too young to be old, so I'm blaming the boy. It's his fault, I just know it. Jumping off the roof, scaling fences and climbing out of windows for the past almost 8 years has aged me before my time. So forgive me for this.

Are you there God? It's me, Janett... Knock it off. Okay?

Good talk. ;)

Mornings.

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Unintended consequences.

So. I didn't think this whole "bathingthedogoutofsheerboredom" thing through very well. I normally bitch and moan at the cost of the groomers, I mean $80-100 to shampoo/comb/clip nails? She's not a freakin Lhasa Apso for heaven's sake. I find myself forced to rethink this sentiment after attempting to thoroughly comb the wonder dog this afternoon. 

Several things to come to mind as I look at these photos:

• First, WHY did I think this was a good idea to do indoors? I mean, really.
• Second, I am not at all ashamed to admit I gave up. After an hour of brushing I had had enough and now she looks ridiculous. She's got all this bushy hair on her haunches and scruff and looks abnormally skinny everywhere else.
• WHERE is all this hair coming from? Does she grow it just to piss me off?
• She still will not look directly at me. It's all sly looks out of the corner of her eyes. She's gotten a ton of treats in order to make her love me again and still she makes me squirm. She knows what she's doing... Brat.
• I've come to the conclusion that dog hair is much like herpes. It's the gift that keeps on giving. 

When the cat's away...

The kids have deserted me for the next two weeks. They flew into Austin yesterday and then leave for Orlando next week. Whatever did I do with myself before children? I find myself wandering through the house trying to think of things to occupy my time all the while holding full on conversations with myself. Out loud, no less. I can't clean because the house is spotless. I can't organize because... well, how do you organize organized? Arrrrrgh. 

So here's what I did today. Nothing. Isn't that exciting?! I did however discover that I could eat whatever I wanted for lunch. And I didn't have to share. I had to stop myself from eating the whole ball of fresh mozzarella but now that I'm thinking about it, who in the heck was going to stop me? So I'm going to go finish it off in about three minutes. So there. 

I did manage to be somewhat productive by giving the dog a bath. This has turned out to be a colossal mistake because now she won't even look at me. She walks away when I call her and avoids all eye contact. Geez. No kids, the dog hates me. Sigh. I'm going out to play with some friends tonight to avoid going completely stir crazy. You may see me on the news tonight, "Denver woman loses mind and robs bank". 

Idiosyncrasies.

For as long as he's been alive the boy has refused to eat an apple unless I cut them up and trust me, he loves the heck out of apples. I indulged him for a verrrry long time and was a good little Mommy and got out the knife whenever he wanted one. That is until a few months ago when I decided he could eat apples like the rest of civilization and refused to cut them for him. Not all the time, just every now and then. It sounds like such a small thing but he has these odd dependency issues that I just don't get.

Anyway, this whole notcuttingapplesthing has proved to be a much bigger deal than I ever anticipated. He's getting better about it but the first few times he actually refused to eat it. "No, it has to be cut up!, I can't eat it if it isn't cut up!" Things spiraled down into the depths of ridiculousness as he claimed he "didn't have enough teeth to eat it". Huh? Oh yes, major drama fest in my house. Sometimes he would even start to cry which made me feel guilty and I would give in to make him happy. Story of my life.

The drama has continued but in the past few weeks he's decided that he'll eat the apple uncut but he won't use his front teeth. He's convinced they're going to fall out and I honestly have no idea where he got that idea. I mean I admit it, I screw with my kids but this? Very strange. And that's saying something.

So I thought I'd share with all the of internets my son, the molar-apple eater. It looks like a bunch of gophers got ahold of that thing. He doesn't seem to mind that I tease him about it because in his head this is just how you do things. He just shrugs and keeps on gnawing. Gotta love that.

Almost.

7 years, 10 months and 19 days.

And to think I thought neither one of us would make it out of your toddler years.

Hangin' Tough.

 

The girl had one of her soccer buddies spend the night last night, I think they are all missing each other so much and it's only been 24 hours. The girls are spread out over the north Denver metro, I don't think there's any that even go to the same school. Luckily most have email and/or phones so I'm betting they are going to spend a ton of time talking over the summer.

Anyway, they wanted some pictures together and really, how could I say no? They insisted on doing all their own "posing" and most of the pictures ended up looking like early 90's music videos. I was just laughing and laughing and they thought that *I* was the crazy one. Oh man.

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This is the end.

The end of recreational soccer, as a team.

 These girls have been through broken bones, bloody noses, bruises, tears and frustration. They have also been through seasons of endless laughter, shared victories and the quite possibly the best win ever. Their team as they know it played their last game together today, and while they are excited for the future there were many watery eyes as they said good bye to each other.

Some will see each other at competitive tryouts, some will stay rec but this team of amazing, wonderful, smart and determined girls is done. Their coach will also move to competitive and the chances are very slim that any of the girls that make competitive will be on a team together and even more slim that they will keep their coach. It amazes me that at age 10 they have this huge decision to make, that they are separated by skill to play at a higher level before they enter middle school or even hit puberty.

And if you're wondering, the girl is trying out for competitive. She scored 4 goals in the tryout kick-around yesterday. The final round of tryouts is on the 27th so we'll find out a day or two after that. Fingers crossed.