Me: I had thought it was an earthquake but you said it was a truck and I was tired so I went back to sleep. Kelly: Well, I had never been in an earthquake so you can’t fault me for not knowing. Me: Nice pun. Kelly: Oh, hey!

Tried to drive into work the day after and traffic was worst I had ever seen it on constitution. While stuck in this got a call from Kelly saying that Leah’s school had given her lice and she now needed to go home. I did a impromptu U turn on in the middle of Constitution and kicked the carpoolers out. Which was probably a win, since the walk would most likely be faster than sitting in that mess.

Kelly and I juggled meetings and entertaining a dejected little girl. You’d think she would be too young to feel like an outcast for something like this, but that girl sure acted like it. Eventually she came around but it took some effort on our part. Walking to mickey-dee’s to get some nuggs for lunch sure helped.

We were doing laundry constantly to wash every textile that came in contact with human hair. Turns out this is all of them. Once we got the car seat covers in to wash we heard a loud bang come from the washer. Shortly after that we had nearly an inch of water on the floor. I used a sandbox pail to bail out the washer tub.

Next day we awoke to a loud sound coming form Lars’ room. This sound could best be described as an excited bleat. I am pretty sure that was my son’s response to waking up and discovering he had been sleeping in a puddle of his own vomit. Yes, it was caked in his hair. Added bonus, we stripped the sheets off his crib and forgot to put one back on the mattress.

We can’t wash his blanky, mattress pad or PJs because the washer is broke. They stink. Since we have failed to scoop the litter box all week with the chaos in the house the laundry room has a very unique vomit and cat urine smell. That smell could be marketed as a non-leatheal deterrent to protect cruse liners against somali pirates. Assume they are down wind.

Now, what am I gonna get my mom for mother’s day?

Edit from The Wife – This was not all the joy last week had to offer the Sextons. Chris forgot to mention that every single bottle of kids medicine in our house was recalled. And that Leah got super sick on Friday, including vomiting. At least she made it to a proper receptacle. But she did run a fever of 103 and get super shaky so I’m not sure I wouldn’t have preferred more unwashable vomit. Regardless, it was another day home from work. And while I’m super glad that Leah felt much better after taking the motrin it was not good for my productivity. But we had a great Mother’s Day and it’s a new week so I think things are looking up!

Moms wrestling Lars

Obligatory self-shot

Giving mom a BIG hug

Pretty twirl

There are a few more over in the photo album.

If you liked the video go give it a good rating and a nice comment, Everett has a ton of other songs and a little ego stroking and he will make videos for all of them. Then we can use them to embarrass his son when he starts dating. It will be worth it.

Leah: Yeah.

Kelly: What kind did you have, blueberry?

Leah: No Laurence had blueberry, I had the other kind.

Kelly: You had buttermilk?

Leah: Actually Mom, they put real butter on it, not buttermilk.

Bonus conversation, phone marketer moments ago:

Phone Marketer: I am a calling from the Washington Post.

Me: That’s too bad

Phone Marketer: Heh, nobody reads newspapers anymore.

Me: yeah, we have the internet.

Phone Marketer: Okay, we will update our records.

At the end of one of their podcasts they concluded with Statistician’s Blues, which lead me on a quest to figure out who wrote the song. Not long after I had found Todd Snider, and a few of his gems like Beer Run and Alright Guy.

Grabbed a few albums on the iTunes, got Neal into it, he passed it along to his Dad and before you know it we have tickets to a show. Unfortunately his gig at Ram’s Head was sold out so we decided to go for the next closest thing — World Cafe Live in Philadelphia.

Getting there was a bit of a pain. I had a work emergency as I was supposed to be walking out the door. Luckily that only held us up an hour. Unluckily that pushed us into rush our for both Baltimore and Philly. Aside from the painful traffic and a few wrong turns we still got there in time for the opener. Then we found out from our waitress that the opener didn’t make it, so her boyfriend was gonna play for us.

Lets just say he was not the worst opening act ever, and aside from being flustered and retelling the story of running home to get his guitar 4 times — was good to listen to.

When Todd finally came out he blew the doors of that joint. It was an amazing show, and the crowd was really into it.

Drive home was much more pleasant, and I was able to be in the house before 2 AM.

Leah: I am not “ladybug”

Grandpa: Come on “goose girl!”

Leah: I am not “goose girl!”

Neal: Come on “pants!”

Leah: I am not “pants!”

Me: Come on “out of control!”

Leah: You are out of control!

Everyone: OOOOO! Burned!

Leah: Is this Imagination Movers?

Me: Yes it is.

Leah: I like Imaganation Movers, can we listen to it loud?

turns up radio

Me: ARE YOU ROCKING OUT?”

Leah: WHAT YOU SAY? WHAT?

turns down radio

Me: When you want to ask someone what they said you should say “Can you please tell me what you said?”

Leah: I SAID WHAT!

Me: No, when you ask someone that you should say “Can you tell me what you said, please?”

Leah: I SAID WHAT!

Me: YOU need to say “Can you tell me what you said, please?”

Leah: I SAID WHAT!

turns up radio

Made a snow house with snow chairs, including a daddy sized one that mommy squished into a snow shea’s lounge. I also discovered that Leah loves to get people to make snowballs for her, but as soon as you do you get hit by said snowball.

much happier.

What are you doing to me, dad?

Not something I want to clear off.

Leah: Mommy, why aren’t you wearing a sleeping shirt? Mommy: I didn’t have time to put one on yet. Leah: touches shirt Mommy: Do you like it? Leah: No. I don’t like it very much. But it looks nice!