DTF Pandas?

Today didn't feel like a Monday because my husband took the day off from work and we trekked into D.C. to take Faith to the zoo for her first time! Getting there wasn't that bad, but it still takes forever because we have to drive an hour to get to the closest Metro station and then it was another hour from there until we were actually at the zoo. It wasn't too bad because Faith thought the Metro was hilariously fun. I'm pretty sure we could have turned around at that point and gone home and she would have thought that we had a successful fun day.

It was another unseasonably cool day and overcast, but it was actually nicer to have it be in the 50s than my usual zoo experiences of going in the summer when it's 90 degrees and miserable. Also, I forgot how hilly the zoo area is and pushing a stroller/carrying a diaper bag up those hills can work up a sweat! I actually had to cry uncle on one hill and pass the stroller off to my husband to push, which makes me really question my level of fitness. Watching my husband have to scrunch over to push the umbrella stroller was well worth the humiliation of crying uncle. I don't know why they don't make "tall man" strollers, but it might be so other people can enjoy the sight.

When we entered the zoo we saw a sign: "Pandas are NOT out today due to mating" and I laughed and pointed it out to my husband. The girl behind the information booth overheard and told us that they had the pandas out in their enclosure yesterday for their mating and apparently parents complained so they had to move them inside. That struck me as hilarious and I expected to see this in the gift shop:

The best part is when I got home and googled the panda stuff and found out that apparently the male panda has some performance issues and both mating days (yesterday and today) they ended up just having to sedate and artificially inseminate the female. Maybe that's why the parents complained? No one likes their children to see humiliating failure.

Other than the lack of pandas, we had a great time at the zoo. They are doing a lot of construction at the zoo, but the closed exhibits helped us streamline our visit. Faith pretty much did this all day:

This is the most fun place EVER!

Having a tall daddy has so many perks.

MONKEEEEEE!

Kid, listen to your mommy. I'm not a freaking monkey.

For some reason I totally thought you weren't allowed to bring food into the zoo, so we ended up buying lunch there. We had a lovely meal at the "Mane Event Restaurant" near the big cats.

I am SO HUNGRY from getting pushed around all day in a stroller!

We spent about 3 hours at the zoo before heading home. As soon as we got back to the car, Faith crashed and passed out for a good 20 minutes. It wasn't her normal nap, but it was enough to last her until an early bedtime without getting too cranky. Personally, I'm exhausted from the day. I know I didn't run, but this sure didn't feel like a rest day and I'm betting we covered at least 4 miles today in walking around (and to and from the Metro station). Hopefully I'll wake up feeling rested and ready to hit the road running since I'm picking up the dog early tomorrow from the kennel and I know she'll want a run.

Can my friends come home with me?

I made a short little movie (well, it's two clips put together) of our day:




What's your favorite animal to see at the zoo? I like the big cats, but only when they are awake!

Racist Dinosaurs and so much more!

Even though on paper a long car trip and weekend away with a toddler and a pregnant woman sounded like some kind of special hell designed for my husband, we had a great time and everything went smoothly!

Backing up to Friday, my prenatal appointment went smoothly and the baby has a nice strong heartbeat. As soon as I got home from that visit, we hit the road to go to my in-law's new house near Winchester, VA. It was a long-ish drive, but the DVD player in the car makes traveling with a toddler so much easier. The only bump was that Faith never took a nap, but that just meant that she crashed hard for the night.

I don't need naps, I'm a rebel baby.

On Saturday, I woke up feeling really sick, but not the normal morning sickness awful. Faith has been sick for about 24 hours earlier in the week and I think I had whatever she had because it lasted about the same amount of time. Luckily if I'm going to get sick, then a prime spot to do that is at my in-laws because I was able to just go back to bed after breakfast and take a nap. Faith didn't even notice that I was gone.

Mommy always reads books 4 times in a row, I promise Grandma. It's standard.

I felt better after a nap, so we decided to take Faith on a fun afternoon adventure. Sure it was rural VA, but look what we found:

Just like Jurassic Park!

Dinosaur Land was one of the most hilarious places I've ever seen. The park was full of 50 "life sized" dinosaur statues and Faith thought it was so, so fun. 

This is what I want for my birthday.

This Peanut doesn't lick me like the Peanut at home.

I think this one is giving me the stink eye.

Faith wasn't the only one who had fun at Dinosaur Land.

Clever girl

Are you one of those philosophical velociraptors? 

That "life size" preying mantis caught itself a ginger!

It was really unseasonably cold, so we didn't stay at the park too long and retreated into the gift shop. That's when we realized that those dinosaurs weren't just life sized, they were also waiting for the South to rise again.

Mommy, I want to buy that moonshine kit that's "hidden" in the corner.

That's silly. Everyone knows that white trash don't wear shoes outside unless it's for a wedding.

After the excitement of the racist dinosaurs, Faith was ready for dinner and bedtime and my husband and I got to enjoy another wonderful meal courtesy of my mother in law. After 2 days of Faith following around my father in law saying "Pa! Pa! Pa!", she was really sad to leave this morning.

But it's so much more fun here! I DON'T WANNA GO!

 

All the excitement of the weekend caught up with her and she decided to make a liar out of me and do this in the last 10 minutes of the trip home:

I'm only doing this because it's really inconvenient. 

 We were able to move her to her crib and she finished up her nap (more or less) there. She was really ready for bedtime tonight, which is a good thing because we're going to the National Zoo tomorrow!

In case you were concerned about where Peanut was in all of this, don't worry. She's currently "suffering" at her kennel (called a Pet Paradise) and they post daily pictures on Facebook of the play times. We decided to just pick her up on Tuesday morning instead of getting her today and having her sit in her crate all day tomorrow. I'm positive she'll have more fun doing this tomorrow instead:

Can I stay another day? Please, mom, PLEASE??

What do you call your grandfathers? I think it's so funny that Faith has seemed to decided to call my father in law "Pa Pa" without any guidance from us.

I'd rather plan the invasion

Today was a rainy, low-key day. I spent pretty much the entire day procrastinating on getting things together to go away for the weekend with the kid. In case you didn't know, procrastination is step one in any trip that involves packing.

Lollygagging is my specialty 

Normally (pre-kid) my procrastination never meant anything other than throwing some stuff in a bag at 10pm the night before leaving and forgetting my toothbrush. However, traveling with a small kid requires a level of logistics that has to be similar to planning to invade a small country. Sure, you might be going to stay at someone's house in a populated area that probably has 24 hour stores, but you still pack like you're going to camp in the wilderness. Kids are freaking messy, so then you find yourself thinking, "Maybe I'll just bring ALL THE THINGS!" and before you know it, your husband is looking at the kid's suitcase in a mixture of silent awe and disgust.

Mommy, do I really need my winter coat AND my swim suit?

My day tomorrow doesn't just involve a 3 hour car trip with on and off again morning sickness and antsy toddler, it starts off with a doctor's appointment. It's just a routine prenatal check up, but it's also the first time that I've seen the doctor who delivered Faith since you know, she delivered Faith. It probably won't come up, but I feel like the conversation is going to be like "How have things been? The last time I saw you was when you were ripping me asunder with a giant pair of metal salad tongs and then spent almost 45 minutes putting me back together and the sight of you gives me flashbacks, but other than that, everything is cool."

Just hum the theme to Jaws and you're basically in my mind. 

I have my "favorite" doctor at the practice, but Faith took so long to come out that his shift ended and that's why I had this other doctor deliver her. It did teach me one thing: consider the brute strength of your OB when shopping around. Before we moved here, my doctor was a tiny, petite thing about the size of Martina McBride and when Faith needed a good tug to get out in a hurry, I was pretty glad my doctor was a 6 foot tall broad shouldered woman. Man, I should be like an ambassador for getting people excited about having babies. I bet you're all catching some baby fever about now.

As a palate cleanser, let's look at funny pictures of how my dog is getting a goatee.

Why are you bringing me into this?

It's my soooooooul patch

Despite my pseudo-PTSD about seeing that doctor again, tomorrow will be cool because it will be the first time I'll hear the new spawn's heartbeat. Normally my husband would be there too, but Faith is terrified of anyone who looks like a doctor or a nurse, so it's easier to just keep her at home than try to keep her from falling apart for the appointment. She came the last time and her lower lip was actually trembling every time the nurse made the mistake of looking directly at her. It was pretty pathetic and heart breaking.

I'd rather stay home and read books with Daddy!

Also, there is a 5 Guys on the way for our trip to the in-law's new house. If that doesn't make any day better, I don't know what does. Hopefully if I can get the kid to stuff herself on fries and burger, then she'll pass out in the car and won't wake up until we get there. It's a good thing that's written because there is no way I could say that with a straight face. My kid doesn't sleep in a car, that's crazy talk.

Are you an organized packer like my husband who has a system and never forgets anything, or are you more like me in always forgetting at least one thing?

Recipe for Happiness

I'm not normally an especially picky eater. I have things that I prefer to eat other others, but I don't have any restrictions like being gluten-free or vegetarian.

One food item that I rarely get excited about? Boneless, skinless chicken breasts. When I think about them, dry and flavorless are the two words that come to mind. I'm a cheap bastard above all things, so when I saw boneless skinless chicken on a really good sale at Target, I couldn't resist. I was stumped on how to prepare it so it wouldn't be the kind of chicken that actually sucks moisture from your mouth. I found the key to fixing that last night:

The Key to Happiness

I know you're in awe of my bacon wrapping skills. That held up to a pan searing and oven time and still stayed wrapped. Also, the chicken was actually edible, so I consider the whole thing to be a success. Even my harshest food critic approved:

Unhand me you vile woman!

Unrelated note: she will NOT hold still for a freaking picture lately. Even for bacon, and that kid can put down a serious amount of bacon.

I don't know about you, but I feel like almost everything in life can be explained with a flow chart.

Last night's bacon apparently wasn't the best pre-run fuel because I felt really lethargic today. I did just 2 miles outside (but a hilly 2 instead of a flat 4), and then planned to do 4-5 more on the treadmill during nap time. It just wasn't clicking today, so I decided to end it at an even 10K (you know you like ending runs at race distances too, don't lie). Faith must have been in on the decision because she started squawking almost immediately after I stopped. I'd like to blame her for my preemptive end to my run, but that wouldn't be exactly true. She has been taking really short naps this week, which blows (and yes, I realize I'm complaining about her napping for "just" 2 hours instead of 3).

How can I sleep when I have so many things to do and headbands to wear?

Another unrelated note: I really want this shirt.

My husband will never let me actually name the kid Buffy

I wasn't a fan of the show before I had a kid, but now that I am obsessed with the show I think it would be hilarious to have two kids named Faith and Buffy. I love the idea of shouting "Buffy! Faith! Stop your fighting!" Endless amusement. Too bad my husband is anti-fun. Also, his family had a Westie named Buffy and in general I think that's a good reason to move a name to the "banned" list...even if it's an awesome name like Buffy.

Yet another unrelated note (apparently I can't stay on topic, even if the topic is bacon), is that these have provided me so much joy today.

Now I just need to find a shirt that says that...


Do you have any great shirts with funny sayings? I think my current favorite (that I own) is my "Honey Badger Don't Care" shirt.

Integrity: For Sale

I remember back when I first started this blog I thought to myself "Maybe I can get tons of free stuff to review like those other bloggers!" and considered that to be a big bonus. As I started to do reviews of products, I realized that the saying "There is no such thing as a free lunch" is pretty applicable here. For the most part, dealing with companies who have a review-able product is a pleasant, businesslike experience, but not always. I've had giveaways where the winner never received their prize from the company and I've had negative blow back from not loving a product and my personal favorite: micromanagement by the company over the review process.

That's the key here: you HAVE to love their product or else you are dead to them. Offer constructive criticism? Yeah, that's not why they sent you free stuff. Blog reviews are a powerful advertising tool. Just think about your running gear or favorite food products: how many of those items did you purchase because you read about it on a blog? Personally, I'm much more likely to purchase an item if it's reviewed by a blogger that I enjoy reading. Here's the kicker though: can you trust blog reviews? How much of it is tainted by instructions from the company's representative or the blogger's eagerness to please them?

Lately I've tried to restrict the amount of reviews I do on this blog, mostly because I grew extremely exhausted of the process of administering giveaways with 10 ways to enter. If a company wants to make people jump through hoops to enter a contest, well then I'm not hosting it on my blog. I won't even enter the "Like us on Facebook! Tweet about this giveaway!" contests on other blogs, so why would I have such a thing on my blog?

My feelings on elaborate blog giveaways

The last review that I did of the Ruff Wear dog hydration pack was an extremely pleasant experience. Working with the company was a breeze and I can honestly say that I will order from them in the future. They didn't provide me with guidelines on how to host a giveaway or give me a deadline on when to post a review. I was allowed to take an adequate amount of time to try out the product in a variety of settings and construct a well developed review. After that experience, I was like "Blog reviews are fun! Butterflies and puppies for everyone!"

That's not always the case. Recently I was contacted by Zensah to review some of their athletic compression socks. The last time I reviewed compression socks on my blog, it didn't go over well, but I've seen a ton of people wearing Zensah products at races and other bloggers claim to adore them. I already own CEP compression sleeves and I love them. I've PRed at races wearing them and I often wear them for recovery after a hard run.

Look how happy these calf sleeves make me!

I got the Zensah socks to review and since I was so politely informed that I had two weeks to post this review and it should be a stand alone post (oops), I wore them immediately and then for a run the next day. I can sum up my feelings on them in one word: Eh.

Wheely Bug not included

That's right, "eh". I didn't hate them, but they weren't even close to how I feel about my CEP calf sleeves. Maybe it's because Zensah sizes by shoe size rather than calf size like CEP, but they just didn't provide the level of compression that I want. I felt compression on the tops of my calves, but below that it just felt like I was wearing knee socks. I like compression on my Achilles, especially for long hilly runs, and these didn't provide any. When I take my CEP sleeves off, they leave even lines down my legs and these Zensah socks only left lines on the tops of my calves which proves my "not tight enough all the way down" point (to me at least). Also the foot part of the sock was problematic on my run and was bunching like it was too big and gave me a nice blister on one foot for just a 9 mile run. I will give them points for being cute looking socks, which matters more to some people than others. Also, they would be good for air travel or a long car ride since they aren't as tight. I guess, I don't really know since I avoid both of those things since I have a toddler.

I get that some people like less compression and enjoy these socks. I don't hate them, but I wouldn't buy a pair. Before I had agreed to this review, I had heard that Zensah will contact you and try to get you to change a negative review if that's what you post. I'm here to tell you: that won't happen. Not with this product and not with anything...ever. I'm not going to rave about a product and tell you to buy it when I didn't love it and I'm sure as hell not going to censor my blog content because some company isn't happy with my honesty.

Being told how to format my blog posting by a company that is providing me a free product feels like a slippery slope. In the future, I'm not going to agree to review anything that comes with stipulations on how I must approach it on my blog. I think freedom of speech and expression is a beautiful thing and it's one of the things that makes our country so great.

AMERICA, FUCK YEAH

There isn't a giveaway, mostly because I don't think a pair of my slightly used socks is a prize worthy of competition. Your gifts (if you've read down this far) are my golden thoughts and that amazing picture of Lincoln riding a fucking grizzly bear.

So here are your Cliffnotes: Kara: bitter bitch about getting free shit with a few strings attached, awash in first world problems. Zensah: mediocre level of compression, negative points for bunchy sock issues, positive points for cuteness factor.

Conclusion: Kara gets no more offers for free shit in her inbox. Don't worry, she'll always have that picture of Lincoln to comfort her.

Housebound

Yesterday Faith woke up from her afternoon nap with a 101 degree fever, which pretty much means we go on toddler lock down. I don't like taking her anywhere when she's sick (and if all the other parents at toddler story time shared that philosophy, I think this wouldn't happen so often), so we cancel any plans and stay in. The really sad thing is that we had a trip to the National Zoo planned for tomorrow (my husband was going to take off from work) and now we aren't going to go. I was pretty disappointed about it, but we are going to try again on Monday. We want to go on a weekday before school lets out and we also want to go before my husband starts a new position at work (since taking a day off for a zoo trip isn't something you do in the first few months of starting a new job), so it's next Monday or bust.

The kid didn't share my disappointment about the zoo, mostly because she was too busy being sick and having chills. The dirty dog blanket makes everything better:

Mommy, fetch my juice and turn up the volume, mmmkay?

Inflatable pony photobomb!

Even though Faith was a better today (but running a 100 degree fever, but happy about it), I kept her inside. Although it's been warm lately, today was really cold here in MD! The wind chill was 35 degrees, so the dog got shafted on getting any exercise. Luckily she seems to understand when the kid is sick, or at least she never bugs me on those days. Perhaps she just senses mortal danger for herself...

I considered taking today as a full rest day because I couldn't go out with the stroller, but that seemed silly since I actually didn't feel like dry heaving today. I was able to get a 10K done on the treadmill before Faith woke up screaming from her nap (something that only happens when she is sick). I wasn't able to do other things like eat lunch or shower during nap time, but running is more important. Also, I can shower and eat when she's awake, it's just much less relaxing that way.

I feel like a genius because I've realized that while I can't find maternity tech shirts, I can just buy a bigger size at a cheap place like Marshall's. This is a size large (I normally wear a small) and I'm hoping it will last for at least a few more months.

Be glad I took this pic before I ran and got all sweaty and nasty

Yes, I am 12 weeks along and YES I'm sure there is just one in there, but NO I never get tired of that question. At least no one has tried to touch me yet. When I was pregnant with Faith, I had absolutely zero people try to touch my belly. I'm telling you, I have some serious bitch face.

Alyssa asked me an interesting question today and I thought it would be fun to hear everyone's answer:

What do you consider the line between acceptable daily mileage and a waste of time?

Some people would say "Any activity is better than none!" but I'm thinking more of scrapping a day and calling it a rest day because you won't have time to do the mileage you want. I think anything over 4 miles feels worthwhile (to me) because unless it's a race effort, 3 miles just doesn't seem worth getting sweaty and needing a shower.

What do you think?

Gold Star Needed

I always joke to my husband that the key to martial happiness is low expectations. This way if he comes home and the dishes aren't piled in the sink, he's impressed with my industrious mood. Also if I cook dinner two nights in a row, he thinks I've turned into Martha fucking Stewart.

There was no "Cooking and Cleaning" section of the vows, right?

I've decided to apply the low expectations rule to my workouts now that I'm gestating a tiny person in hopes that I can be less cranky about the days when it doesn't go well. It hasn't really worked so far. I'm not really good at telling myself that I'm a superstar for just trying. I'm much better at mentally yelling at myself to suck it up and run. I did have one decent run this weekend and one crappy one, but at least I ran twice? There, that's the ticket.

I had a failed run day on Friday (allergies and morning sickness combined to kick my butt), so I had fresh legs for a group run early Saturday morning. Six women (plus my crazy dog) were in the group and we kept a nice conversational pace and did a little over 9 miles. It's nice to run with other people who are pro-walk breaks! It was warm for the run, even though we went really early, so I appreciated the walk breaks so I could cool down a bit. I think it might be getting close to the time of year when I need to leave the dog at home (she has a thick black fur coat), but hopefully we can get another month in before that!

Can't I just leave my coat at home??

I felt pretty good for the whole run and got home in time to grab breakfast and then take Faith to her swim lessons. It's fascinating to me how much she has advanced in just a few classes. She went from clinging to me for dear life to willingly dunking her head under water and blowing bubbles on command. By the time I got the kid back home (I swear dealing with a toddler in a locker room should be considered an athletic event), I was more than ready to eat and then shower...and then nap. I had been up with Faith at 3:50am and then after I calmed her down, she had a party in her crib with bouncing and giggling until 5am, so I was pretty tired in addition to my normal level of fatigue.

That afternoon I drove all the way to McDonald's to get a vanilla milkshake and their machine was broken. I swear I earned a pregnancy gold star for not crying and just getting a McFlurry instead (it wasn't the same AT ALL). It's almost as bad as last week when I got a vanilla milkshake at Chick-Fil-a (who wants to guess my latest craving?) and they didn't put the cherry on top! I seriously almost backed up to the drive-through window to get my freaking cherry. I had to buy myself a whole jar of cherries at Target today just to right that wrong.

This has been your weekly installment of "First World Pregnancy Problems"

Today has been pouring rain all day which never seems to light a fire under me to do anything other than lounge. Since my short dictatorial friend doesn't like to let me lounge, we went to Target instead to get groceries and more giant size onesies since someone keeps taking off her diaper during the night if she's not wearing a garment that prohibits her access. Finding 2T size onesies is not an easy task! We had to settle for 24 month size, but it seems roomy enough (even though other 24 month size stuff doesn't fit? I guess I just won't over-think baby vanity sizing)

Have you considered that my butt NEEDS TO BREATHE?

My  husband is doing grad school work all day today, so I ran during nap time. I thought that I had more time before this started, but my hips are already starting to hurt. It's hard to describe it (unless you've been pregnant) but your hips just get this deep ache and impact doesn't feel good. I ended up walking a fair bit, but I did cover 4 miles (another gold star for me, right?). The hip pain is the kind of thing that you have no matter what you do (it's the worst at night when you're trying to get comfortable for sleeping), but if running starts making it worse, that's a good indication for me to start seriously cutting back. I need my hips to be in good working order because if you haven't noticed, my first kid had a huge head (97% percentile!) and that shit doesn't just slide out.

If that paragraph just scared you away from wanting to have kids, here's an adorable video of Faith feeding her stuffed lion macaroni and cheese (don't worry, it's organic...phew) that should make it all better.





In your opinion, which fast food place has the best milkshake? I like Chick-fil-a's for the whipped cream and cherry, but McDonald's has the superior shake in my opinion.

My kid is a silent genius

Faith will turn 2 on June 1st (no, I don't have elaborate party plans because I'm a lame mother) and on most accounts, she's right on track for development. She's ahead on a few things, mostly height related. She is always towering over other kids her age, even the boys. Hopefully that means they will be too scared to give her crap about not really talking yet.

It's pretty normal for parents to brag about their kid's development, but I feel like if your kid is late to do something (like walk) then you just wait with slight anxiety and don't broadcast it. In her short life history, Faith has only done two things right on schedule: get teeth and sleep through the night. Everything, including walking and talking, she has done "late". The funny thing is that if I didn't have access to books and the internet, I wouldn't even know that she was supposed to be doing X by month X.  Well, other than the check ups at the doctor when I have to fill out the developmental checklist (but she's always right on track with that scoring).

My point in discussing this is simple: if you as a parent aren't worried, then there probably isn't anything wrong. Sure, most toddlers in Faith's age range have a good amount of words and some of them are even using sentences already, but I know Faith is capable of eventually speaking. She's just going to do it on her schedule, not mine or some development guide's schedule. One of the reasons that I'm not worried is that Faith knows a lot of words, even if she doesn't say them. Proof:




 You have to look past the parts where she picks her nose and pokes herself in the eye. She's an evil genius and if you don't give her something she wants, she'll poke herself in the eye until you crack.

The words that Faith does know and use often aren't super useful in communication. Let's see, here's what we have:

BALL
YUCK!
DOG
PLUUU! [please]
BAY-BEEE [baby] (It should be noted that all people under the age of 21 are considered babies by Faith)
COOO-KEY [cookie]
MUY! [more]
GAIN! [again]
SHIT! [sheep]

[interpreted toddler meaning, margin for error: high]


She also knows a bunch of animal noises, but I don't think those count. She knows more words than this list, but I don't remember them all. Those are just the ones that I hear all day, every day. For someone with a limited vocabulary, she sure likes to talk.

She is very artistically advanced as well:

How can I express myself if the pictures are already drawn?

I use crayons in my own special way.

I was thinking today how funny it would be if we had developmental guides for adults too. I feel like I'd be stuck in the "15 year old girl" category for humor and maturity, but I'm probably on track on most other categories which I would imagine would include things like "not horrible with money" and "cleaning the shower before it gets nasty".


What do you think would be included in the development guide for your age range?

Easily Amused

I admit that I'm easily amused, but I assume if you read this blog, so are you. Here are some things that are amusing to me this week:

I always get a kick out of people asking "How long is THIS marathon?" when you say you're in training, but now it's becoming more clear why they might be confused. Check out this race in Chicago:

The most hilarious line is "Feel the excitement of 13.1 miles in just 3!" If only I'd known about this, I could have experienced the highs and lows of 26.2 on a 2 mile walk and saved myself that 4 hour run! Plus, you get a medal when you finish and that means you're a winner.

Don't get me wrong, I think 5Ks are freaking hard, but it's not the same as running 13 or 26 miles. It's not supposed to be the same! At least those 5K marathons don't take all day, right?


This video:




In my constant quest of putting toys away, it's almost impossible to not set off every single one that makes noise as you go, but I've never had anything this hilarious happen. I do keep Elmo and Cookie Monster in the same bin though...


This blog, called Text From Dog:

It makes me wish that I could text with Peanut.


This picture of our attempt to have Faith get her face painted. You can't fake a look of disgust like that:

Stop choking me Mommy!

Faith's favorite activity is making me read aloud every single book she owns on a daily basis and no matter how many times I do it, I can't read this page without giggling.

Creepy story about an overbearing mother

Hehehe

Lastly, my newest source of amusement is Betty White's new show of old people pranking young people. The latest episode had a skit with cursing old lady nuns and I almost fell off the couch laughing.

Because I'm so nice, here's the link to the Hulu page so you can check out the first 3 episodes if you missed them. You're welcome.




What has been amusing you lately?