Hello, Instagram, where have you been all my life?
So I know I'm probably the last person in the free world to jump on the Instagram bandwagon, but I was meeting with a client recently who is doing a promotion with Instagram and I figured I should know what I'm talking about. I downloaded it and started playing around, and holy crap, people, I was almost instantly addicted. It makes my crappy cell phone pics look so much more interesting..
Even the dead thing Mickey dropped on my doorstep looks good, amiright??
I never did figure out what animal or part of an animal it was. Regardless, it's gone and was replaced by a decapitated mouse. So watch your step when you come to my place. She drops them right in front of the door, and if you're not careful you will feel an unfamiliar squiiiiish! under foot, and when you lift your shoe to check you'll see the stuff of nightmares.
But this is why we love her.
Other silliness in our house this week:
I get home from work at 5 and start cleaning and making dinner. I hate cleaning and making dinner. I always turn up some tunes which usually ends up with dancing. One such evening I was dancing with Quinn and Elly. The music was really loud and the dancing really baaad. My little girlies were mimicing every super awesome move I made. I had just gotten home from work so I was still in a dress and pantyhose. At one point I put my hands up my dress and slid my hose off. The girls were quick to follow, and without taking their eyes off me pulled their pants down. I finished my dance with a couple of bare bummies :)
Babysitting Auntie Sara-style
Sunday evening I was to take some clients who were in town out to dinner. My sister asked me to watch her kids that afternoon which I figured wouldn't be a problem. I'm not sure why I figured that..between us we have eight kids: 2 two year olds, 2 five year olds, a seven year old, an eight year old, a nine year old and a 10 year old.
As usual, the moment the kids arrived they all paired up and scattered in different directions. I tried to get some work done, but got nervous that I hadn't seen either 2 year olds OR either 5 year old in a little while. I went in search and came across a locked bathroom door. Bad. Sign.
I persuaded them to open. The 5 year olds were making a potion. I'm kind of a cool mom, you see, and I don't mind potion making. I wanted to know what was in it, though. I grilled them on this for a few moments then began to hear shuffling in the cabinets. I opened the doors and voila! The 2 year olds:
No harm done, everyone is fine and the house is still standing.
I leave them to play, and go into my room to shower. Realizing I have no towels, I go downstairs to the laundry room. When I come back, the bad babies and naked and showering!
Next week --- PHOENIX!!