wide load.

The gym is closed this week. 

So I have to schlep these two hooligans into the double jogger and take them on my runs with me.

I can't complain.

They do great.

One has a full bottle.

The other a full bag of cookies.

And me, an iPod, playing at an unsafe decibel.

But this jogger might just be the dumbest invention ever.

I may as well be pushing a f*#@ing Suburban.

It would probably weigh less.

Maybe I should stop giving her the cookies.

That might save me some lbs.

no fighting no biting.

Now that Cars is on the move, things have heated up in their sibling relationship. 

They fight.  A lot.

Actually, she fights and he just screams.

In this particular picture she is hiding her food from him, he is screaming, and she yelled to me:

"Mama, you really need to talk to Carson about giving people space.  He is MAJOR annoying."

And then I am pretty sure her head spun around and projectile green vomit came spewing from her mouth.

Chill out Linda Blair.

He's just a baby.

And if you keep rolling your eyes like that, they'll stick.

keep in touch.

Off to do this.

For an entire week.

Ahhhh...Heaven.

danger is his middle name.

They really should put a warning label on these things.

We are one head injury away from a helicopter ride to Harborview.

Slow your roll Carson.

wtf?

Ever come across a picture that makes you think...

why in the hell did I take that?

Well I just came across one.

Guess I was into preschooler baking porn that day.

Weird.

And creepy.

Don't forget creepy.

fort worden 2011.

Camping with an 8 month old.

STUPID.

Camping with these gals...and an 8 month old.

GENIUS.

I totally get the polygamy thing.

I would kill for three wives.

And my wives probably wanted to kill me each morning at 6am.

Save your divorce papers gals...I'm not signing.

Carsie in his chariot.

Malia in her chariot.

Miss Malia Poppins.

"Meg, can he have ice cream?  Too late if it's a no."

If the outdoors couldn't entertain them...don't worry, we were prepared.

Don't know what I love most about this picture...

The fact that Fiona is such a weenie...

The fact that I am totally making fun of her...

Or the fact that Ira took his shot out of a baby bottle.

Our sleeping arrangements.

Even though my tent had four bedrooms, a maids quarters, a mudroom, and a bowling alley.

It didn't matter, they wanted none of it.

Kid bondage.

Probably took you as long to scroll through this post as it did for Hadley to ride the 1/10th of a mile loop.

Sorry.

That's painfully long.

Until next year Ft. Worden...

meet Pam.

About three months ago Hadley was watching 'Olivia' and Olivia wanted to be called Pam.  

 Hadley declared she wanted to be called Pam too. 

So for the next two hours, I called her Pam. 

 And we both giggled.  And that was that.

Fast forward to present day.

Hadley has been going to her preschool a few random days for 'summer camp'.

So she's had the same teachers, but different kids are in her class.

She has been in the 3-4 year old classes (since it works better for me), so she gets to be the big kid in the group.  I am pointing this out only to say, none of the kids know her.  Which makes the story work. 

I picked her up a few Thursdays ago and her teachers laughed and said

"Good Bye Pam."

I rolled my eyes and said "Did she tell you her name was Pam?"

And the teacher responds "Oh No, its way better than that.  Let me tell you the whole story.  One of the kids was lined up at the door and had her jacket on and zipped up, I asked her, 'who put your jacket on for you Taylor?' and she replied 'Pam did it.'

Then we were putting our paint supplies away, and someone had put all the brushes in the sink.  I asked Jacob, 'did you put the brushes in the sink?', and he replied, 'no Pam did it.'  And I am thinking to myself, who is Pam?

Then Audrey, who just turned 3 had her lunch all set out, her straw in her drink, her granola bar unwrapped, and I was quite impressed. I told her 'good job Audrey', and she said, 'Pam did it.'  So I finally shouted...

'Who is Pam?!?!?'

And Hadley yelled from the back of the class,

'That'd be me.'

I don't know what makes me happier...the fact that she went up to all these kiddos and introduced herself as Pam, or the fact that Pam is, hands down, the most helpful preschooler on the planet.

I like this Pam chick.

hey cuz.

one tooth. two teeth.

Have teeth.

Will brush.

punishment enough.

Screw time-outs.

 We'll just stick this little weenie in a swing when he steps outta line.