Every single one of my five kids now has The Cold. Granted, the oldest two are pretty much getting over it, but the youngest two, the boys . . . full-blown booger fest. Midge is, predictably, somewhere in the middle. I think it is not as noticeable with her because she is more apt to use tissues when needed.
I have had to send Tank Boy to wash his hands (rather than lick them) several times this morning; and remind him to wipe his nose with tissue, NOT his hands (which, yes, he licks clean if I don’t catch him first). (I’m hoping he’s not in the delivery room when his future wife gives birth . . . just sayin’).
Naturally I don’t expect Quinn, at almost 15 months old now, to go grab a kleenex, but that doesn’t mean I was prepared for just how much boogerage could be spread across an entire baby face and two baby hands in a matter of seconds. And this is my fifth child! But still, it was unprecedented. And gross. I almost took a picture to post. I probably should have so it would distract you from the disturbing mental image painted by my last paragraph (and I swear I didn’t start out with the intention of doing that . . .)
Book club went well. The book, like anyone is going to be surprised, was Twilight. It hadn’t made rounds in my new congregation yet, but now I’ve got more converts, and Stephenie Meyer is making more money.
Anyway, there was at least one Team Jacob player in the group. I don’t begrudge anyone their opinion, but I don’t get it. Jacob? Really? Someone, please explain. I don’t get the appeal of an emotionally manipulative juvenile, regardless of the body temperature issues.
I was going to take pictures of all the refreshments I served and see if you all could figure out what they were and how they related to the book, but I only got the picture of the cookies I posted yesterday (yes, Erin, vampires in the sun!). So, instead, I’ll just bore you with the recounting of the refreshments:
1. Sparkly, white “vampires in the sun” cookies, which I froze first, because Edward is cold.
2. Twizzler BITES. No explanation necessary, right?
3. Baby BELLA mushrooms broiled in olive oil and GARLIC salt. Even though we all know the garlic thing is just a myth.
4. VIRGIN BLOODY MARYs. Because, duh.
5. Extra dark and caramel Hershey KISSES, because it’s safer to kiss Edward when his eyes are caramel colored, though even when they are dark Bella doesn’t care.
6. CORN salsa, because you can’t tell people about these books without sounding corny. “You really must read them! What are they about? Well . . . you know . . . they are kind of a love story with . . . well . . . there’s this teenage girl and . . . she falls in love with a . . . (cough, cough, muffle) vampire . . . and . . . just read them and trust me!” And whoever you are talking to is thinking, “Trust you? You just told me I should read a teeny-bopper vampire romance novel, you twit!” So, yeah, lots and lots of corn salsa.
The last book comes out a week from tomorrow (which means a week from today I’ll be heading back to my former hometown for a midnight release party at a REAL book store). So probably after next week I’ll stop boring you all to tears with my Twilight ramblings. Until we get closer to the movie release, of course.
Remind me to post pictures of McH with his prison break hair and his new, improved Edward hair, which he has to keep until December. Because he made me move.
I have to go wipe someone’s nose now.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.