This week Luke tried out a couple different gymnastics venues. The first place we went was not great to say the least, but Luke took it all in stride. Wanting to get an idea of what Luke could, and couldn’t do the female instructor asked him to sit on the floor in a straddle position. Having no idea what that meant, but not wanting to admit it, Luke raised his hand and interrupted her with, “Excuse me, sir, I cannot do a full straddle position because my wegs are too short.”
Way to play it cool.
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Luke/Brantley-isms: Double Your Pleasure, Double My Pain
Today as I was applying my makeup in the bathroom, I noticed Luke watching me intently. “Whatcha doin?” he asked.
“I’m putting on makeup.”
“Oh Mommy, your makeup makes me sooo happy!”
Brantley was taking care of some business in the potty room, and overheard our conversation. His voice echoed, “It makes me happy too, Luke.”
I had heard enough. “Ok thank you, everybody. I’m so glad you’re all happy about my makeup. Now leave me alone.”
How did I ever get ready before, without being showered with such complements?
Luke/Brantley-isms: Double Your Pleasure, Double My Pain
Today as I was applying my makeup in the bathroom, I noticed Luke watching me intently. “Whatcha doin?” he asked.
“I’m putting on makeup.”
“Oh Mommy, your makeup makes me sooo happy!”
Brantley was taking care of some business in the potty room, and overheard our conversation. His voice echoed, “It makes me happy too, Luke.”
I had heard enough. “Ok thank you, everybody. I’m so glad you’re all happy about my makeup. Now leave me alone.”
How did I ever get ready before, without being showered with such complements?
Relationship Advice: Valentine’s Day Edition
I’m Getting Softer
I’m getting a water softener for my birthday. Don’t hate. I’m very excited about it. Truth be told, I’m a practical girl, and a water softener would be a wonderful addition to my home. Having said that, we are in the process of getting estimates from different companies.
Company number one came out this evening, and the “water specialist” was very knowledgable (read: expensive). Not wanting to be rude, I offered him a glass of hard water. He declined my offer.
“No thanks, you’re water is full of chemicals.”
I knew a sales pitch when I heard one. “Real cute,” I said. “That’s why I drink soda.”
Why Are You So Forward? A lesson in dealing with the nosy and aggressive
You go about your happy life while enjoying almost every moment. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, your lip gloss is popping, and your hair has just the right amount of volume. And, that’s when it happens. Out of nowhere you are blindsided by a rude individual and their prying, need-to-know information. You…

Confessions of a Leper
It’s no secret that the Wescott household has been stricken with the plague over the last week. Suffice it to say that cooking a hearty meal has fallen by the wayside and our friend Chef Boyardee has come calling on more than one occasion.
Here’s my question, as if it isn’t shameful enough that I’m feeding my family spaghettios for dinner, do they have to dye them neon orange so the whole neighborhood knows? My son will undoubtedly go parading around over the next few days glowing as bright as Chester Cheetah and everyone will know…so I might as well admit it now.
Down but Not Out
If you’re wondering where I’ve been the last few days, wonder no more. My house has been hit with the plague and the only one who has managed to avoid illness is Baxter the wonder dog.
If I’m lucky, this illness will leave me with insight and some humorous accounts of my convalescent week, but that’s only if Brantley and I don’t kill each other first. (I may or may not have inquired at the doctor’s office, “Do y’all treat gunshot wounds cuz my husband is about to have one.”)
Talk to you soon. Stay well.
Brantley-ims
The last couple of weeks have been pretty hectic for me and combined with a sick baby, I was a bit overdue for a hair appointment. I emerged from the bathroom yesterday morning flustered after a fruitless twenty minutes of trying to fix my hair. Brantley handled the subject with as much sensitivity as you would expect. “Are you getting your hair done this week?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. He went on, “it’s not the style that’s bad, but your roots would make Kunta Kinte blush.”
Thanks, honey. I hadn’t noticed.
My Kid is Better Than Yours…
I was bragging at work last week about my brilliant son, Luke (18 mos). At his young age he loves to turn things upside down and see how they work. One of my co-workers chimed in, “I had a nephew who used to do that but he’s grown now.”
“Really,” I asked. “What did he grow up to be?”
“I’m pretty sure he’s on disability for alcoholism.”
Terrific! I can’t wait for that.