Me: Milo why did you pee your pants?
Milo: Well, I didn't pee them all the way.
Me: Yes you did, I can see that your pants are wet.
Milo: No, because if I had peed them all the way it would be dripping down my leg.
Picture taken before said conversation and pants incident.
And yes, this photo wasn't taken during my trip, but it happens to be one of my favorites - a few of the presents I brought home for my two handsome boys. PJ's from Chinatown and New York outfits for their Build-A-Bear's.
Thanks Jenn for letting me crash on your couch, embarass you in front of your friends and drag you all around the city. Thanks to the grandparents for watching the monkeys so I could have a more relaxing vacation. And thanks to Kel for getting me the sweet hook-up on tickets (which BTW, I've never flown Jet Blue before, but I loved it! Free satellite TV & radio in every headset - super awesome.)
Today Duke was barking at someone in the park. Nothing new. But this time when I went to tell him to stop I spotted a dog romping around on its own. I was reminded of the dog I've always wanted (and still do). I mean, how could you not find this dog lovable?
I'm sitting at the kitchen table working on math homework.
Enter Mason and his neighbor friend...
Mason (holding two random pieces of plasic together to form a container): We found a really weird spider in the sand box.
Friend: Yeah, it's green.
Me (thinking only of the idea of it crawling out of the container): Ew, get it out of here.
Mason: We are. (as he takes a roll of scotch tape outside with him)
I really dislike spiders. Even pictures of them give me the creeps. I guess now at least I know Mason doesn't share the same fear.
Yuck. Blah. Ew.
So, I know I'm not really the most outdoor-sy kind of person out there...but shoes that fit your toes? I didn't think anyone even liked socks that looked like this. 
Maybe you need this so that you can repel without fingers, or throw wood on the campfire without having to lean over to toss. I guess I just don't need those sorts of options in my life. Either way, I pass. (I would, however, be ok with Kristina trying this product out to share on her blog.)
You know, who doesn't love a kid with monkey feet pajamas? But as cute as he is, I just have such a hard time sharing my bed (and half my pillow) with someone who sleeps like this. I mean, come on - is it really necessary to sleep diagonal?
