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Because the world needs another Trouty Mouth

I’m lame enough to dedicate an entire blog post to naming a fish. Yup.  This is what it has come to.  If you’re just tuning into my blog, expect spectacular forms of entertainment…like naming a fish via a fish naming pole.

All self-loathing jokes aside…I really am having a fish naming pole.  Because we (at the mygotfam house) couldn’t come to agreement on a name for the newest member of the family.  Plus, i’m all kinds-a-crazy like that.

Meet, Fish No-Name 

He looks nice right?  Yea…he is.  Plus, we have to think good thoughts for him – as he’s been adopted into a family with two toddlers (not lookin’ so good for good ole fish no-name is it?).

 

Here are the name options:

  1. Nemo (this was Carter’s suggestion – I’m sure you can guess why…if not though, here’s a hint)
  2. Moe (this was Avery’s suggestion – she names everything Moe)
  3. Trouty Mouth (Clearly the best option: this was my suggestion – it’s a character’s nickname from Glee)
  4. Sashimi (Uncle Trad’s suggestion – I think he was hungry)

 

So vote away dear internet friends.  Personally, I’m leaning towards Trouty Mouth…because let’s be honest…anything that comes from/reminds us of Glee is awesome.

 

One Year

This weekend, we’re off to celebrate my little nephew’s first birthday.

Seriously, how cute is this little face!

It’s a bittersweet celebration because I am so excited for his birthday and to cuddle with him, and to see my family.  But i’m also sad knowing that at the end of the weekend we have to leave…and it will be months before I see any of them again.  I wish I could live next to my little nephew and scoop him up and bring him to the park with Carter and Avery.  I wish we could all have playdates and backyard cookouts.  I wish I could see his halloween costumes (in person), and his smile on Christmas morning.  I mean, if I’m wishing for things…I wish my whole family lived near each other and could all hang out anytime.

So I fully plan to pick him up when we get there and not let him down ALL WEEKEND.  I hope that by the end of the weekend he doesn’t scream, “get this crazy lady off me!”

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Note: Before anyone gets any fancy ideas about breaking into my house while I’m gone, know this:  my neighbor (the ex marine) is watching it for us.  And she’s an ex marine (did I mention that?), and she’s all kinds of bad ass.

And also, our security system was carefully picked by a super crazy ‘Criminal Minds’ watching paranoid person (that would be me).  And there are lasers…and they kill you (ok, they won’t…but they will make a whole lotta noise and alert the police and release the hounds and stuff (ok, no hounds…but again with the bad ass ex marine)).

Ohh, and also also (like pps), Uncle Trad gets here mid weekend.  So…don’t break in.  It’ll just scare him when he’s finally catching up on Glee episodes (and I wouldn’t want to interrupt him mid-Glee episode (there’d be HELL TO PAY)).

 

 

Chocolate covered brains

While riding in the car today, the following conversation took place.  Yet another example of my 3 year old outwitting me.

Carter: I’m hungry

Me: I have a pretzel.  Would you like it?

Carter: Is it covered in chocolate?

Me: No.

Carter: I don’t like pretzels.

Me: You do when they’re covered in chocolate?

Carter: I do.

Me: You’d probably like brains if they were covered in chocolate

Carter: Do you have any chocolate brains?

Me: No.

Carter (now giggling): You don’t have brains.

Me (sighing): No.  Guess not.