wow, I don't even think the anti-drug people will have problem with that

another week. aaron's gone till friday. I'm just not ready for it to start.

taken sidebar: so we saw this movie on Saturday and Liam Neeson made Jack Bauer look like a boy scout. When you have 4 daughters, this kinda stuff just makes you crazy worry about your kids. And then it reminded me of all the stupid stuff I did while I was in London. Like take the tube home by myself at midnight...or going to Camden Town (at night).

Anthony Green sidebar: this folksy pot-smoker music is okay in moderation but I think prolonged usage might cause you to poop hello kitties.

I sail, I am a sailor, I sail

I flew.

Literally. For Valentine's day/Aaron's b-day, I surprised Aaron by taking him indoor sky diving. You know, where you jump into a wind tunnel and float around like a squirrel. It was worth every penny. When we pulled up, and my surprise was revealed, Aaron just started laughing. It was exactly what he was planning to do for me for my birthday--I just beat him to it. It was a blast and surprisingly difficult to do well.

The only unfortunate part of the date was coming home to this: our babysitter's secret.

I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal

I'm currently reading the autobio of Ben Franklin and I have to say: Ben Franklin is a bad ass. Seriously. He's my kinda people. I'd like to think that if we were born at the same time, we would hang out.

I feel the same way about Peter the apostle. He's my favorite of Christ's original twelve; he is passionate, determined, flawed, and fierce.

Victoria's Secret sidebar: I blew way too much money in there yesterday. I love everything that I got but I'm having a bit of buyer's remorse. If I were married to my brother, I'd have the green light. He told my sister(in-law) that she could spend as much as she wants in that store. I know Aaron concurs with my brother's philosophy, so I'm sure I'm fine.

once there was a snowman

small, small, small.

funny how, in an instant, you can be utterly defeated.

aim small, miss small

Aaron left for SoCal this morning and so to ferret away my nights I am tackling my NICU project. I decided that trying to help every baby that comes to the NICU is beyond my scope of achievement. I decided a more attainable goal would be 50 care packages. This I can finish by the end of the month. Here's where I stand:

50 Namecards for baby stations: done. Although, putting them together I realized I'm not a scrapbooker--I loathe it actually--and I can't cut straight and should have invested in a paper cutter.

50 swaddling blankets: getting it done this weekish. I have all the fabric and I'm cutting them tonight. I almost 86ed this but I was able to get a screaming deal. (Seriously, I saved $200. Who does that? Geniuses. Oh, that's right, I am one; so this actually makes sense.)

50 beanie babies: done. Although, I found this great deal online and they sent me a grab bag of assorted bears. Great, right? No. 15 of the bears are completely unusable. They have logos and I heart Canada on them. I'm going to donate the 15 to a homeless shelter and find some plain ones to order.

50 packs of 5 thank you cards: done. This was the easiest.

50 pocket sudoku books: on order. It is hard to find them in bulk. Thank you B&N.

And thus completes my accounting of my project. Now on to my week. It is crazy. I have flashes of panic to get everything done. And I forgot to register Bryn for Kindergarten today, which means one more thing for tomorrow.

Aaron's birthday is on Sunday, I have no idea what to get him. He buys everything he really wants or needs. Or he leaves really boring things like shoes and dress pants as my options. This is no good. What do you get a boy that has everything? (within reason, of course.) I thought of getting him scuba lessons but the classes don't work with his schedule. Crap, he's turning 35; this is kinda a big one.

At least, I have fun plans for us on Valentine's. He's going to freak (in a good way) when he sees what I have planned. Although, I invited some friends to go with us because my plans are not romantic in any way. I hope he's not planning on romance...we've been married long enough for him to know I'm not mushy gushy--no bears or hearts allowed.

arf. I think that covers my most pressing thoughts right now. I'm going to go cut blankets. cheers.

afternoon delight

We were listening to Passion Pit's Sleepyhead. A minute into the song, Bryn asked, "Is this a unicorn song?" We had to agree, it is an awesome unicorn song.

the humpty dance is your chance

Today, Ava, Bryn, Morgan, and I had a huge dance party. You had to dress smart too--no slouches. I love watching Ava dance right now--it is very uncoordinated coordination. And it makes me smile every time. So why the huge dance off: to honor Kevin Bacon of course. And because we had to upgrade our dish so that Aaron can watch Glen Beck, which also included all the sirius stations. I love sirius. It has disco, classic alternative, new indie, new UK, old skool rap, and a 80's station. Does it get better than that? No, no it doesn't.

Aaron left for Jackson Hole today. I have many fond memories of Jackson. I was wishing I could go with him. He gets back tomorrow. Oh, he also finally got his truck--his bubba transformation is complete. I'm excited for him...even though it goes against everything I believe in.

Oh, so I planned ahead and made reservations for Valentine's Day, because usually we forget about it till it is too late. (Aaron's birthday is also the next day, thus I generally make the V-day plans: it's a toofer.) And I'm super excited for what I have planned; only, I can't score a babysitter. Our tried-and-true is booked already. I'm beginning to panic. I'll have to make some calls. yikes.

4.5 miles + pilates x (5 x a week) + a monster brownie = desired hot mama results

sirius sidebar: Is it wrong to shake it with your kids to The Humpty Dance? Possibly. The lyrics are filthy. But how can I resist the Humpty Humpty?