Is that a mustache?

I've been struggling with motivation and inspiration to write lately, which should explain the absence of posts.  Well, as usual, Adam saved the day by providing material.  That boy is comedy-in-motion, seriously.

Last Friday, we were preparing to spend the weekend at the beach, so I asked Adam to go gather the clothes he would like to take to the beach.  He's nearly six, so I figured he could handle this task.  Here's what he came up with:

(That's a Halloween shirt he made in preschool,

heavy flannel pajamas and a set of mismatched pajamas. 

He did also set aside underwear and swim trunks,

so we'll give him credit for that.)

Never mind, I'll do it.

A couple of weeks ago, Adam finished Kindergarten.  Here was his class:

And his teacher:

On the last day of school, we received a big brown bag full of lots of school work they had done.  One thing they did was a Kindergarten "Memory Book."  The memory book was full of "fill in the blank" pages, such as "My favorite color is ___" or "My favorite lunch was ___."  Then, there was a blank page that said "I look like this now," where they were supposed to draw themselves.  Here was Adam's:

 I think that's a mustache.  And I'm not sure if those are ears, or not.  I seriously couldn't stop laughing.  Then, I finally pulled it together only to see the next page - "This is how I will look when I am in first grade."

I guess I better get busy because we have a lot to do before he (she?) starts first grade!

Oh, dear.

 

Sexy And They Know It

You know us.  We like to P90X it.  I wasn't on-board at first, when Alan installed the pull-up bar in the living room doorway.  I didn't want to have to go through all the trouble of disguising it when I entertain.  Well, as it turns out, I hardly ever entertain anyone - and I eventually jumped on the P90X bandwagon, so the pull-up bar became a necessity.  As a result, our kids have seen us do countless pull-ups.  No doubt wondering what all the fuss was about, they began bugging us incessantly to do pull-ups.  Now, everytime we do a set, they take turns doing a set.  Well, they mostly take turns.  A certain blue-eyed girl always thinks it's her turn.  Ignore Adam's open fly - it was too late, once we realized it.  But par for the course, I think... 

Yeah...They work out.