Consequences

This is what happens when your econ-major of a husband goes to the grocery store.

That's twenty (2-0) half-gallons of ice cream for a total of ten gallons. He insists on a break-even analysis based on the normal cost of this ice cream ($5.99) and the fact of it's "purchase 10 for $2.79" sales pitch, which means buying 20, to save us money on Dairy Queen costs because a half-gallon of on-sale Breyers Natural is cheaper than two large Blizzards.

Maybe. I suspect that Brad had a premonition that we'd be needing some extra ice cream around here...and he was right, considering we are now expecting the arrival of baby number three (!!!) some time in late July, and it takes me an appreciable amount of ice cream to grow a baby. 10 gallons should do it...then again, maybe I should send him back while it's all still on sale........

7 Quick Takes: Awesome Is as Awesome Does

1. Do you need to feel like a better mother? Let me help you out. Yep there's the Dom, no shoes, no pants. Front yard. Chilly day.

he is, at least, wearing socks. And a purple diaper

2. Such horrible blog neglect this week, lo siento. I am participating in National Write a Novel in A Month Month and I wish I could say I've just been pounding out the pages instead of working on this blog but that would not be The Truth. The Truth is that.....I've been eating lots of Halloween candy and managing to stay busy without actually accomplishing anything. If that's not talent, I don't know what is.

3. I ask my Guardian Angel to do really stupid things for me, and you can, too. Usually my main request (read: BEG) is that he just sit next to my sleeping children and butt-pat them so that *I* don't have to keep butt-patting them. I choose to believe they would sleep even WORSE ("worse" is defined as anything other than the American Ideal of All Night at 6 Week)  if I didn't ask my G.A to hook me up. I figure, other people's Guardian Angels delivered their mail, shielded their eyes from bad things, and plowed fields so they could go to Mass...surely butt-patting my lovely children is right up there in importance.

4. Speaking of children and sleep, last night I went to a prayer/reading group and Brad was working overtime, so one of my friend's husband's graciously offered to bring their kids here and have a little mini slumber party while his wife and I went to the group. The endevour resulted in major cuteness, and I am indebted to my non-train-gluing pals.

 5. I think I am going to shower today. I think I can, I think I can....

6. TONIGHT is a big night. Brad arranged for me to have a sleepover party with some friends and NO KIDS. I've not been without my kids since Gianna was born. I'm pretty excited, and I know my crew is pumped for more slumber party action. The vacays are coming fast and furious around here. Good things come to those who wait.

7. I don't know. Babies. Snuggle 'em if you've got 'em.

ETA See more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary! Happy weekending :)