...that February would be one of my most favorite months. After all it has my birthday, anniversary, and Blake's birthday all rolled into one month. It isn't.
I may be trunky and ready to go on vacation but I am fairly certain it has more to do with the fact that I need sunshine. For realz.
I decided after much debate that I would go tanning a little bit before the cruise so that I wouldn't fry. We are going to be out snorkeling and swimming and figured that a little base color would be good because no matter how much sunscreen I slather on my body I am guaranteed to burn this pale pale skin.
So I went to the local tanning salon to get my fill of wrinkles/cancer/tan. Now, I don't tan and I typically don't blame people for things that I have control over, but...that girl at the tanning salon may have been a complete idiot. I told her that I didn't want to burn, that I don't go tanning, and that I only wanted a little tan before we went. She tried to sell me a $100 lotion (because that is realistic) then proceeded to put me into a bed, for 12 minutes (I figured the bed was a max of 20 minutes). I didn't think much of it. My fault. 12 minutes was the maximum time that you could go into that bed. Her fault.
I have never been so burnt in all of my life. A week later my skin was still pink and now my skin is starting to peel. Lovely.
At our house lately, when we say our prayers at night the kids normally call out each other for all the ways they are disrupting the house.
"Please bless Canon won't get out of his bed. Please bless Penny won't cry in the morning. Please bless Gavin can fold his arms during the prayer...."
All the while Penny is under the impression that we are playing duck duck goose. So she is walking around saying "Do. Do. Yea Yeah."
Canon is under the impression that Mom and Dad are going on a date on a big boat. I don't think he gets that the "date" is gonna last a week.
He also thinks that "decorating" Mom's room is putting an Ipad cord around the closet doors. And that when ever he wears his Donald Duck shirt that he is "Super Chicken".
Laney is as stylish as ever.
The other day Addi came over and asked Laney "where her skirt was?"
Most of the time I am not sure if I should be proud of her independence, and the fact that she has her own opinions. Or if I should hang my head in shame with the fact that she wears some pattern combinations that could burn your retinas, and I let her.
No matter.
Her teacher said in our parent teacher conferences last weekend that Laney scored the highest on the tests and is the smartest kid in her class.
So, toot toot.
I may be trunky and ready to go on vacation but I am fairly certain it has more to do with the fact that I need sunshine. For realz.
I decided after much debate that I would go tanning a little bit before the cruise so that I wouldn't fry. We are going to be out snorkeling and swimming and figured that a little base color would be good because no matter how much sunscreen I slather on my body I am guaranteed to burn this pale pale skin.
So I went to the local tanning salon to get my fill of wrinkles/cancer/tan. Now, I don't tan and I typically don't blame people for things that I have control over, but...that girl at the tanning salon may have been a complete idiot. I told her that I didn't want to burn, that I don't go tanning, and that I only wanted a little tan before we went. She tried to sell me a $100 lotion (because that is realistic) then proceeded to put me into a bed, for 12 minutes (I figured the bed was a max of 20 minutes). I didn't think much of it. My fault. 12 minutes was the maximum time that you could go into that bed. Her fault.
I have never been so burnt in all of my life. A week later my skin was still pink and now my skin is starting to peel. Lovely.
At our house lately, when we say our prayers at night the kids normally call out each other for all the ways they are disrupting the house."Please bless Canon won't get out of his bed. Please bless Penny won't cry in the morning. Please bless Gavin can fold his arms during the prayer...."
All the while Penny is under the impression that we are playing duck duck goose. So she is walking around saying "Do. Do. Yea Yeah."
Canon is under the impression that Mom and Dad are going on a date on a big boat. I don't think he gets that the "date" is gonna last a week.He also thinks that "decorating" Mom's room is putting an Ipad cord around the closet doors. And that when ever he wears his Donald Duck shirt that he is "Super Chicken".
Laney is as stylish as ever.The other day Addi came over and asked Laney "where her skirt was?"
Most of the time I am not sure if I should be proud of her independence, and the fact that she has her own opinions. Or if I should hang my head in shame with the fact that she wears some pattern combinations that could burn your retinas, and I let her.
No matter.Her teacher said in our parent teacher conferences last weekend that Laney scored the highest on the tests and is the smartest kid in her class.
So, toot toot.
4 What do you think?:
That just stinks- can't a girl get a little tan. You are going to have to be really careful so you don't fry again while on your vacation. I am a little jealous of that, so much fun.
That Laney has always had some serious spunk, good to know there are some brains to back it up.
Hope you have a wonderful vacation, Hannah! Your kids are adorable.
I would demand a refund and a nice little chat with the manager! So sorry. That bites. Yay for vacation! We need one really bad
Laney is such a cutie! The girl has style, no question. Also, I'm glad someone else's kids like to call each other out in their family prayers. And here I thought we were the only one's taking cheap shots disguised as "spiritual concern." :/
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