The stink

The heat has left our house with the most foul smell that we cannot place. Our guesses- dead thing somewhere, garbage can from hell or mystery diaper. My husbands great idea was to finally take the trash out- but the smell followed and lingered en route. So, he decided to take the trash can out and hose it down. We have a front yard, we have a backyard and we have neighbors. Where does he decide to move the can... the front yard. And it's been out there all day. Do you hear banjos?

Wedding Day

Yesterday we traveled up north to a family wedding. It was already hot the moment we sat in the car (10am). We drove in relative peace, for 2 hours, (thank you God for car DVD players and portable food/ sippy cups). The wedding was beautiful, the guests were friendly, the bar was open. My boys, both dirty blond and gorgeous were all over the place, but with so much family around it was not so bad. My sister in law kept my monkey busy by asking him to go on walks with her throughout the hall- in which everyone asked if he was her son (she's blond and gorgeous so it's understandable). When she would take the baby, same question. Never once when I had the children did anyone ever ask if they were mine. Odd? (Let's just say I'm not blond...). Even when we were together- they asked her. Yeah, I could've ditched the kids with her and pretended that I still a young newlywed without kids. Wait- why didn't I do that?