Desperate times, desperate measures

I happened to turn on ESPN this weekend and giggled to myself - an entire hour was devoted to the "best of" the This is Sportscenter commercials.Which are hilarious, don't get me wrong - but man they must be pulling at straws here. Considering the next hour was about the World's Ugliest Dog Competition. Bless.

Nope

Had a fleeting moment over the weekend where I thought maybe I should rejoin the online dating apps. And then tried to find a few decent recent photos of myself. Couldn't find anything. And so we wait. (obviously not ready and have no time right now anyway!)

Slime time

I showed Georgie a video on making one of those "surprise" cakes (she has a book about it), and she became obsessed with watching cake videos on YouTube. We also attempted to make one of those cakes, but that's a story for another time. Then last night we were looking at unicorn cake videos, which somehow morphed into slime mixing videos. Have y'all ever seen these? They are kind of addictive, but nothing happens except for a big pile of goo. So that's like 17 minutes of my life I will never get back.

A baby by any other name...

Seems like Beau knows his name, but I'm not sure how - we rarely call him that! He started out as "Baby Beau." Now it's "Beau-Beau" or "Bowie" mostly. (Note: I wanted to name him Bowie but my mom said having a Georgie and a Bowie would be weird. Guess I showed her!)

Then again, technically Georgie's name is Georgia and we never call her that either, so both my kids will probably have an identity crisis,

Pedal to the metal

I dusted the cobwebs off my bike a few weeks ago, and have really enjoyed going on rides. Granted I can only go during naptime so it's like 100 degrees out, but it doesn't bother me. I even bought one of those bike trailers for the kids to sit behind me. I would take it to the lake and ride around, but not sure the bike plus the trailer would fit - certainly not in my car, but not even in my mom's car. (Freaking car seats: no more putting the seats down to fit larger items! Still - will be fun to get everyone out on the bike. Cue bike bell "ding ding!"

Hey whatever works

We are working on a sticker/star chart to help Georgie behave. She has to get 10 stars a week and then gets to go to the zoo. We have 9 so far, so looks like we are zoo bound...

And no, I am not above bribery.

All set. And then not so much.

I have already purchased Halloween costumes for the family. In mid-July. So feeling pretty on top of the game (and anal retentive). And then learn today that the kids' school/daycare will be closed for the entire year. Like fall 2021. Like 14 more months of this.

Annnnnd time to start drinking.

The strong silent type?

Beau is doing great physically: crawling, clapping, pulling up to stand, even almost cruising. But he really doesn't talk at all. Not even baby babble. For a while he was saying mam, which I of course took as "mama," but not anymore. It's really just a lot of fart noises, tbh. Maybe he's more of a boy than I realized.

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Another birthday, first time during a pandemic. Nothing too exciting although my sweet friends surprised me with an incredible balloon display on the front door. Georgie wanted to regift something we already owned, so that was funny to open...

Hellooooo mid-40s.

No pants, no problem

Picked a heckuva day to wear a dress to get a mammogram. Had to walk around like this in front of other patients. Sorry ladies...

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

I have decided that Georgie's hair can best be described thusly:

It's a mixture of a shag and a mullet and it's fairly terrible. But perhaps it will grow...

Blocked!

I wasn't liking some of the YouTube videos Georgie was watching (even in the Preschool setting of YouTube), so I set up some restrictions. And bless her heart - she hasn't even noticed! Sweet pea. #somanyeducationalvideossolittletime

So close...

Georgies knows our names, more or less:
Gaga: "Susan Stockton"
Mama: "Sarah Stockton"
Georgie: "Georgie Stockton"
Beau: "son."

hahaha