Fan-freaking-tastic!

So you know how my last post I was all, "I'm going to journal words I read in books?" Yeah well, I haven't picked up a book since that post. Too much holiday jazz going on.

Have your children been rotten lately? That boy of mine has been ornery as ever! We keep telling him that one of Santa's elves is watching him and reporting his behavior to Santa. Do you think that stopped him from jumping out of the bathroom naked, spreading his butt cheeks apart, and shaking his butt at me? The answer is no... no, it didn't. Do you think the threat of not getting any Christmas presents stopped my son from calling Hubs a pussy this week? Again the answer is no. (Btw, we discovered that he learned that word from a child at school this week.) So a quick shout out goes out to all of  the parents or older siblings who don't give a second thought about using bad words in front of children. Saying a bad word in front of a child that age is like broadcasting it to America. Then, that child goes to school and calls all of the other kids pussies so that those kids can go home and tell their parents and siblings that they are pussies too. (sigh) Oh, and Hubs seriously almost crapped his pants when he heard that word come out of Turner's mouth.

Want to know what Lauren's latest obsession is? ME! I can't walk out of her sight or she cries. When I set her down, she fusses. When she's playing and sees me from across the room, she stops what she's doing and speed crawls to me. Then she tugs on my pant leg to be picked up. I'm pretty sure my right arm is presently bigger than my left. I've gotten stronger carrying her 21 lbs. around, that's certain. I don't give in to her whining all of the time, but most of the time I'm a sucker. Especially, when those big blue eyes get watery and her bottom lip sticks out. Separation anxiety has officially set in.

I had a spray tan party tonight. To be honest, I didn't really care about getting a tan; I just enjoyed having friends over. The tan was a bonus. It is a very light tan, not the Jersey Shore-I-just-rolled-in-a-bowl-of-Cheetos tan. It looks good.  The tan was airbrushed all over my body so I'm pretty pumped about it camouflaging my spider veins, acne, stretch marks and all of the other imperfections I pretend don't exist.

We are getting our family picture taken tomorrow. This will be the first professional family picture taken since Lauren was born. I'm really banking on it to turn out good. The last time a family pic was taken, I left in tears. Long story short, my expectations are pretty low. All I'm hoping for is one decent picture. One decent picture with all of us looking at the camera. A picture with all of us looking at the camera with our eyes open. Smiles would be a bonus. Wish us luck!