Breakfast: The Most Important Meal

This morning Munchkin started whining during breakfast. This is definitely not noteworthy, but the rest of breakfast was. Her whining started to sound different, and even the Z-Man noticed:

Z-Man: Is she howling? Are you a little werewolf?

Me (inside my head): WHAT?!? Did he actually say that?!? HA! I knew it!

Me out-loud: Yep, she’s a little werewolf—just like her Daddy.

Z-Man: Hey, I thought I was a vampire! (At which point he bites my neck)

Me (inside my head): Mmmmm, I love breakfast. . . .

I KNEW he was paying attention to my Twilight rambling; even if he denies it!

Latest Fashions?

I had a bad Mommy moment yesterday. Nothing terrible, I just did the one thing you're NEVER supposed to do. I laughed at Zippy when he was doing something I keep telling him not to. But it wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it. I keep telling him to keep his clothes on, but I didn't exactly mean like this. He strutted into the room buck naked except for the underwear on his head. He walked right over to me and announced, "Mommy, this is my hat." And then turned, and marched straight back out of the room. I seriously couldn't help it. Bad Mommy; bad, bad Mommy. . .

This past weekend, I had more fun than, well, than before I had kids to be honest. I, along with 14 other women, spent Friday night and most of Saturday acting like 13-year-olds at a slumber party. A TwilightMoms slumber party. Thanks ladies! My world will never be the same!

And yes, that is a Bedazzler--way too much fun to use!

Truly, I've never been more at ease and comfortable with a whole group of women. Everyone loved everyone else for who they are--no pretenses and no judgments! It was heaven and I couldn't believe it ever had to end. Long live TwilightMoms!!!