Truth Hurts

Brad is doing P90X. P90X involves a 90 minute yoga work out. Brad no likey. Gianna does yoga at school with the occupational therapist. When she saw Brad struggling she hopped right in to give some moral support.

After critically observing his downward dog, Gianna stated, "I am doing better than you."

You Wish You Could Weekend Like This

And now, the moment you've dreaded. Lots and lots of self-aggrandizing pictures of me and my family. If you get to the end of these, congrats.

the whole need-one-guy-to-stand-and-watch-other-guys-working thing starts young

 Being a most excellent wife, short on cash and a babysitter, I planned a surprise date night-in.

we dress for dinner around here. this is serious business

i need sleep

mmmmhm. this is how the other half lives. or the 53%. or 99%. or the 1%. or whatever.

Gianna really likes to take pictures, so we thought we'd do a little photo-boothing

no sleeping. ever.

aw

and done

 let's montage

"sad"

we were instructed to be "surprised."  i feel that brad looks more in the realm of "upset" or "extremely disturbed"

"mad" which according to Brad means "sexy snarl"

"hey Brad, let's take a normal picture!"

ok, this time, a normal one

our photographer. sporting new-to-her $2 pink sweats from Once Upon A Child

 Watching my kids play in the front yard on a crisp, fall day is magical. These are the moments that I stand there and forget the dirty kitchen and the mounds of laundry. Right now, I tell myself, all I need to do is tattoo this into my brain. I just want to fall on my knees thanking God for the ridiculous beauty and goodness in my life that I did nothing to deserve, and soak it in. I pray that when they are teenagers and driving me nuts, I'll think back to this and remember that I love them until I ache.

And if you know me, you know that now I need something to cut the agonizing tension of deep emotions

Lazy Sunday....after-Mass pre-nap coloring session

I promise never to do that again. Mostly because fooling with all these pictures and cropping them and spacing them and coming up with clever captions is far too mentally taxing. Back to the easy stuff, like unwanted parenting advice and lame crafts, tomorrow!

Orange French Toast

I'd thought I'd get you ready for the weekend with a really yummy french toast recipe. We had this for dinner last night, with scrambled eggs and cheese to assuage my guilt for serving so many carbs. I was going to cut up some pineapple but that seemed like a lot of work at the end of a long day. So I didn't.We'll eat extra fruit tomorrow to make up for it.

You'll need these guys:

Admit it. You get giddy inside when you see the Manager Special sticker on something that doesn't contain offensive ingredients.

 Eggs, orange juice, vanilla, and some bread. And the cinnamon. Again and again!

 Whisk the eggs, OJ, vanilla, and cinnamon together. I used 5 eggs for 4 people last night, I like really egg-y french toast. Again...makes me feel like we're getting more protein. It's all about the placebo.

Dip the bread in the egg/OJ mixture and cook on a med-hot griddle with butter. The real stuff. Accept no substitutes. 

 Serve with plenty of maple syrup. And more butter.

That's nice, but where is the bacon?

Don't you dare cut my French Toast into small, manageable bites! I will freak the heck out. I wanted it cut in STRIPS! I wanted to DIP it in the syrup! With my hands!

 So...let's review:
Eggs and OJ whisked together+
Splash of vanilla+
Goodly amount of cinnamon+
Bread=
AWESOMENESS.

Once, I made this with Challah bread (I am a sucker for that manager special sticker) and it was wow. Serve this to your fam this weekend and be their hero.