Lately I’ve been all blah blah blah whine whine whine about my total lack of motivation (?) inability (?) confidence issues (?) to do anything worthwhile with my life. Way back when dinosaurs roamed and I called York U. my home away from home even though I still lived at home, I thought I wanted to kinda sorta do something with my life. If it didn’t involve too much effort, that was. I skipped from major to major, thought about law school, thought about real estate, and ultimately decided to do a post-grad in journalism. Until I found that wasn’t really what I wanted to do either. Probably cuz it took too much effort, and I was too into having fun & going to parties. The degree I was really after was, quite honestly, my M.R.S. Sure, I was smart enough… but totally not motivated. I wanted a husband, kids, a house, and a dog. And yeah, I got three of them – the kids & I are still working on the dog part. F’real though, all my life what I have wanted most is exactly what I have. To be a wife & mommy.

Except now? I want more.

More often than not, I tend not to think about how I haven’t managed to change the world. I never joined Green Peace, never went to any sort of purposeful march, hell I almost volunteered at a film festival until they wanted me to work. FOR FREE. I give money to charitable causes fairy often, I cheek swabbed to be a blood marrow donor, and yeah, I even filled out my organ donation portion of my driver’s license. (Although I’m not entirely sure how that works with the Jewish faith & Jewish burials… hmph. Guess the god-awful tattoo killed that anyhow.) Like I was saying, my world lately is one based on denial & oblivion to what could have been. (Please don’t comment on how it’s never too late to change, never too late to take up a cause, never too late to become a CSI detective. Geez. What an awesomely cool career that woulda been, huh?! I’ve been hooked on that murdering biatch Casey Anthony’s trial – and listening to the testimony from all the crime scene experts & forensics analysts… damn me for what coulda been.) Facebook is full of quotes from people letting me know that my happiness is determined by me. I’m aware. I’m just complaining cuz, well, it’s my blog & I can complain if I want to.

I think my current self-loathing tortured wanna-be-artist thing is probably cuz everyone I’m meeting these days is something other than just a mom. Out of my friends at the kids’ school, one is a lawyer with three kids, one is a speech pathologist with four kids, and one is the executive chef slash owner of a french restaurant. She only has two kids. My BFF at the kids’ swim school is a pharmacist. And most recently? Michael made a new buddy at karate class whose mom just initiated summer playdate invites. She? Is a doctor. With three kids.

Of course I came home all boo-hoo-ing to Jeff about what a freakin’ loser with a capital L I am, when my most-fantastic-daughter came up and gave me a ginormous hug.

She said, and I quote, “You’re not a loser… You’re the BEST MOMMY IN THE WORLD.”

I thanked her & told her how much I love her.

Then I told her to stay in school.

Maybe.

I’ll find out in the next day or two.

HaWha? Well, I took up running a few weeks ago. That “Couch to 5 K” app, specifically. And it was going great. I forced myself to do it I kinda enjoyed it and was actually doing it on a pretty regular basis. At first I was only running at the gym, on the treadmill. But then it got nice outside, so I decided to give outdoor running a try. Turns out that I enjoyed that too. Who woulda ever thunk it?!

A couple of days ago I noticed that the bottom/outer edge of my left foot was really hurting. And fine, I did break my next-to-baby toe last weekend & thought maybe, possibly, that may have something to do with it. I also thought the pain would go away. (It was at the cottage, when I spilled some salsa on the carpet and in my wild sprint to get a shmata to clean up the mess, I totally flung my foot into the damn wooden coffee table. Dumbass. The coffee table, not me.)

But it hasn’t.

Today I went to the doctor for something completely unrelated to anything feet-related, but figured that since I was there I may as well mention it.

Turns out? She think’s I’ve actually FRACTURED my foot and gave me a requisition for an x-ray. Apparently this particular part on the foot is very common for fractures. And yeah, it hurts like the dickens. It’s also happens when people repeatedly bang their feet against concrete.

Marching band people suffer from this fracture alot, too.

Gotta love that this is the one thing I have in common with musicians.

(By the way… what do the dickens really hurt like?)

Michael started t-ball a couple nights ago.

It went well. He’s the kid in the blue, the kid who caught the ball, the kid who threw the ball.

But check it. My kid has a decent little swing on him…

First off, let me tell those of you who don’t know that the May 2-4 is actually the Victoria Day Long Weekend in Canada. It usually falls somewhere in & around May 24th. And us Canadians? We like our 2-4’s. Of beer. Especially on long pre-summer weekends!

Glad to have got that bit of housekeeping off the table… so now I can cleanly move on with the story. And pictures… lots & lots of pictures! (Duh.)

Last year we went to visit Xris & Kelli in London. Ontario’s London. I imagine it’s a little bit different from the UK’s version, but sadly I wouldn’t know from any sort of first hand experience. A few pictures from last year are HERE. But be warned, you’re in for a super long photo post, so you may not want to overdo it so early in. Just a heads up.

This year we went to John & Jill’s cottage in Muskoka. Initially I really didn’t want to go, my love affair with Muskoka kinda fizzled out a few years ago. Now I just look at it more like a place where everyone competes for who has the biggest cottage, the nicest boat, and the most money. Kind of really bothers me. But Jeff talked me into going, said I should “do it for the family” and blah blah blah. He loves it up there, plus his boat is there (shut up – he won’t get rid of the damn boat anchor). Plus it really is a gorgeous lakeside community… can’t argue that.

We were supposed to go up on Friday, but as usual that didn’t so much happen. We managed, however, to hit the highway by the crack of noon on Saturday. Yup. Totally waited out all the long weekender traffic and got there in just under 3 hours. Sure, the cottage is only two hours away, but Jeff always seems to worry that John won’t be fully supplied, and he’s not so much into leaving things so chance, so we had to hit the town’s grocery store first. Y’know, to buy things like chicken, shrimp, lemons, BBQ sauce, popcorn, pop, juice, ice, water… and FIREWORKS!!!

What he didn’t think to buy was T.P. Just of took that one as a given and left it up to our host. We’ll know better for next time… John bought FOUR ROLLS. Single rolls, at that. For SEVEN people, over FOUR DAYS. Uh-huh. And when we did run out? John was in disbelief that MY FAMILY uses so much T.P!!!!! Ugh. Men are dumb. Especially smart men.

Of course, the wait for it to get dark enough took, like FUR-EVER! Thankfully, Madison has lots of art supplies to keep Emma busy. Michael… well… fortunately he packed his own amusement. (Noooo… that’s NOT what I was talking about!! Well, not ONLY that.)

Here Jill is having this heart-to-heart with me about how her grandfather has incurable cancer & is literally counting down his final days. Suddenly I noticed how beautifully her outfit matched with the sofa & lampshade. See? I made a sad girl laugh! (I also made a professional model not at all sure what to do with her hands while I snapped pictures!!)

They’ve been wayyyy happier ever since she got the new boobs!

Then it was finally time to get the show on the road boathouse roof!

HAPPINESS OVERLOAD!!!!

The neighbour’s kids’ also joined in on the fun!

Obviously the sparklers were a huge hit… but then out came the Heavy Artillery. Check out the set-up!

And… ACTION!!!

Watch Jeff set-up…

Watch Jeff run…

And prepare your eyes for the Spectacular Finale…

Ahhh…. money not exactly well spent.

While I dwell on that, take a look at some before bedtime art kids.

Once the kids were down & out for the count, the adults got to relax, dockside!

The next morning Jeff & John had a golf game planned, and Jill & I were going to hang out, take the kids to the park, that kind of stuff. Then, out of nowhere, Jeff did something that totally shocked me. Something crazy out of character. He decided NOT TO GO GOLFING in favour of hanging out with HIS FAMILY!!! I’m not going to mention that it was threatening to rain and his leg was hurting a bit and he was probably going to play like shit anyhow… And then? John decided not to go either! (Granted, he decided this once it actually WAS raining… so he lost points on that one.) Anyhoo… we all went over to Crossroads for brunch… and it was fantabulous! Only problem? There was a wait… sprawling to outside. It was also cold & raining & pretty much totally miserable out. But my kids kept each other warm, squished inside the entryway. (Could you die from the cute, or what?!)

After brunch, the sun decided to pop out of the clouds so we all took a walk down to the park in the most adorable village of Rosseau.

My kids always fight over walking Hank, Madison’s dog. I like him more, now that he no longer bites me. He also makes violently stinky farts and he is scared of the dark. That’s really cute.

Look! It’s a Maple Tree! In case you didn’t know, it’s very Canadian!

And some flowers… just because I was happy they weren’t covered in snow.

Even better… Michael’s wearing shorts!!

Let’s take this all even one step closer to fantastic… Mini-Beach! Sure, the water was freezing… but numbness took over within minutes, and then it was really quite pleasant bearable.

And then, somewhere between looking at the ducks and, well… this picture… it all kinda turned sideways. Especially when you’re in an area just down the street from, ummm… Michael Douglas & Tom Hanks. I’m totally not kidding, either.

According to Jeff, we totally turned the most exclusive place in Canada into “Redneck Riviera”.

Michael’s undies reminded me of Crazy Phil’s on Survivor. (And they both have a hot blonde next to them… just noticed that…)

Mud pies. Errr, cakes. I suppose even in the age of super cool technology they never get old. Okay fine. If they were allowed to use their iPods in water, they would’a.

Brave girl…

Mortified dad. Especially when he had to give up his shirt to Maddy. Cold, wet, naked Maddy. And then he had to sit, bare-cheasted, in the park. Trying to look as cool as he did not feel.

Hello Mini Brunette Bo Derek!

Back to the cottage… See… two seconds in the truck & out comes my little 4-year-old gamer.

Time for a wee bit of R & R, Muskoka style!

This tree is about to fall on the cottage. That being the case, you’re best off keeping your eyes to the sky.

The girls totally perfected their skipping abilities this weekend! Emma seriously skipped day & night, in the rain & in the sun, and I don’t have a single picture!

Michael. He preferred to chill & watch the skippers.

And just when the kids thought they were done for the day? They weren’t! It was time to catch dinner! (Well, only if dinner were BBQ’d sliders…) Truth be told, this was the main reason Michael wanted to come up to the cottage in the first place. Well, fishing, boating, and the possibility of seeing his crush, Tegan. Unfortunately for him, it was her mom’s weekend so she wasn’t up. But… it’s been a whole year & my boy still has thoughts of her – and her awesome Lego collection.

Second truth be told, Emma wasn’t overly fussed about going to their cottage either. I mean, she was totally excited to go on the boat and go fishing… but sometimes her & Madison don’t exactly see eye-to-eye. Maddy is an only child, and well… y’know how that can be!

I was tidying up one afternoon there, and happened upon this little note on the coffee table…

But back to the fishing…

What a day… totally tuckered my boy out!

So far the whole trip looked pretty good, eh? (That there is the Canadian in me coming out.) Well… brace yourselves – assuming you’re still here, that is. I’m (finally) getting to the good part. And I use the word good loosely, at best.

Let me take a quick minute to apologize for the onslaught of pictures. I know… photoing editing is not always my strong suit. I figure… LOOK HOW CUTE! But then, they’re my pictures, and they’re my kids. Be happy you’re not at my house – then you’re subjecting yourselves to ALL my photos on a LOOP on a 64″ TV. Once again, I shit you not. However, at home they are set to music. Y’know, for your viewing enjoyment and all.

Anyhoodledoo, our last day we were planning on having a relaxing morning – some brekkie, some reading, that sort of stuff, before conquering the 2-hour drive home in long weekend traffic back to the city. Meaning, the 2-hour drive could last up to 6-hours. Go figure the beautiful weather turned a corner, the skies blackened, and a monsoon settled in. Awesome. But nevertheless we had to get home at some point…. We tried to “wait it out” till about 4-ish, but really? Without the golf course satellite, who the hell knew when it would stop?! So we ate a ton of chips & salsa & popcorn – that’s all the food we had left – and packed up all our gear & hit the road.

It was great. Pouring rain, but great.

Music playing, quiet conversation, kids playing on iPods with headsets on.

Perfect.

UNTIL….

The CD started acting funky. Jumpy & fuzzy & scratchy. Like a radio station without an antenna. Except it was a CD…

Hmmmm….

We figured that since it the weather stations were forecasting “severe weather alerts”, some water must have gotten in somewhere.

And then… the A/C suddenly stopped working.

And then… the windshield wipers started going slower & slower & slower. (This was undoubtedly one of the biggest OH SHIT moments of my life.)

That Oh Shit moment? Quickly turned into a HOLY FUCK moment when I saw the speedometer spinning uncontrollably & the entire truck lost power. ON THE HIGHWAY.

I mentioned that part, right?!

We had just passed an exit, and were on the right hand side of the road. I managed to pull off onto a ridiculously small shoulder, but really? A VERY BAD SPOT.

Check it:

Seeing as we didn’t leave the cottage till late-ish & what with the relentless thunderstorms, it was pretty dark out… that totally helped me & my freaking out that cars wouldn’t see us stopped at the side of the road and slam into us. No, no… I was totally cool. In a not-very-cool kind of way. Of course, Jeff & I spent the next five minutes arguing about calling CAA – uhhh… I wanted to – and he wanted to wait to see if the truck would start. (Dumbass) Oh? Was that my outside voice?! Cuz really? Even if the truck did magically turn over, there was no way in the cooler side of hell that I was going to trust it for the next few hours of highway driving. Oh year. Did I mention that we died in BARRIE?! An hour away from home without any traffic at all?! Awesome. I spent the next lifetime with my head cracked steadily facing my rearview mirror just waiting to get my ass smashed in, Jeff telling me to brace my neck so – just in case – I don’t get whiplash. Very helpful, that husband of mine.

I also ate an entire large package of Cadbury Mini-Easter Eggs that were left over in my glove box in about three seconds flat.

It took us a good 15 more minutes to think of calling the OPP (actually Jeff thought of it when he saw a cruiser pass us on the other side…) to get them to flash lights on us so cars would (hopefully) not careen into us, and y’know cause our drive home to go from really shitty to whatever is worse than breaking your leg hours before you’re to leave to Disney. Welcome to Our Life.

About three hours later (yeah, fine… my time estimation a this point is a little wonky) a tow-truck driver came to the scene to give us lights – he heard about the “truck that died in a really dangerous spot” over the police scanner, and was in the area, so he came to offer help. Those big flashing lights seriously got my heart back to a normal pace. (I should be nice & let you know that my kids are the best kids in the world. Not just because they are kind and smart and are awesome terrific sharers, but because THEY SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE THING!!! That’s totally worth a little extra somethin’ somethin’ should the tooth fairy ever show up.)

Five minutes later the OPP & CAA all came at the same time…

PARTY ON THE HIGHWAY!!!

Obviously I had to take a photo to remember the moment… and embarrass my family. Notice the sun came out for a quicky quick minute – and at just the perfect time. Oh the things that can make me happy.

But then? We still had figure out how to get home. Like I said… we were in BARRIE. Not exactly close to Toronto.

Fortunately for us, Jason – the one toothed tow truck driver who spoke English even though we couldn’t understand a thing he said – had enough room for all of us in the tow-truck.

Home at last!!!

As soon as we got home, Jeff emptied the truck and Hillbilly Hank Jason took her away to our handy dandy mechanic. Frank.

I, in the meantime, went directly online to LeaseBusters.com … just in case…

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Update: 48 hours later my truck in back home, good as new. $420 later. Much cheaper than a new truck and (gasp!) a car payment. Frank, yet again, assured us that my truck is indeed the most solid vehicle to ever grace the road and any hope I have of ever getting a new one… well, it’s just not gonna happen.

Currently at 260,000 km. Frank, Nick, and everyone at Lexus has no doubt it will live to see 350K. This should be good news, right?

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In other news… May 2-4 weekend also marked my NINTH YEAR of being a non-smoker. GO ME!!!!

Michael has a kid is his class named Stone.

And there’s another one named Ace.

Ugh… don’t the parents realize that one day, these kids… they are going to be ADULTS?! And not adults of Superstar Parents?!

(Hey Apple… I’m talking to YOU.)

*** I told Jeff about that Stone kid – and he is super envious he didn’t think of that first. I’m thinking nevermind for Michael, but he’d like to change his own name to Stone.
Personally, I’d go with something a little bigger… like Boulder.

Emma’s big day has come & gone… Yup. My little breeze/peasant girl breezed her way in & around (& mostly sat in front of) the stage! Pure magic.

Her school play, a rendition of Once On This Island, was last night and it really was absolutely terrific. The singing, the acting, the dancing, the direction… and mostly the commitment of both the kids & the teachers to make sure it was Absolutely Perfect… they really pulled it off, and then some.

(Yeah, yeah… I know it’s my kids’ school but still… I like to think I’m pretty impartial about these kinds of things – like, I have no problem admitting that when Michael was about three months old he was less than cute, what with the baby acne, cradle cap, and constant eye goop… And then there was that whole reflux thing…)

These kids have been rehearsing this play for months, even staying late after school two times a week to practice! They got to perform on a Real Stage with a Real Curtain! Much more official than a riser in the gym, dontcha know.

I’ll spare you the video, cuz… well, it’s not YOUR kid. And honestly, for the most part Anna (her little BFF) covered her completely. And when Anna wasn’t covering her, well, she was just sitting on a bench in front of the stage. Like this…

Truth be told, from my seat all that I saw of Emma pretty much looked like this…

When Anna was covering her, well… this is what we got to see… (keep your eyes turned toward the far right of your screen…)

Peek-A-Boo! (See her now?! Kinda sorta??)

But mostly… I got this…

And each time I managed to catch Emma’s eye, she directed me to the Main Stage… I should watch THEM. Who? Them… The Stars Of The Show. (Not that Emma wasn’t a STAR, of course… She was The Best Breeze In The Biz! Or at least the Best Breeze Behind Anna’s Breeze…)

If you look directly IN THE MIDDLE you’ll see Emma…

The final bow…

However, you should know that before the show, she looked like this – with peasant pigtails – cuz I didn’t have a shmata for her head… (She couldn’t stop playing with them, pulled one out, lost the elastic, and when it was finally time to go on stage there was no time to fix it, so both pigtails were set free… Fortunately she has herself some God-given Peasant Hair.) You’re welcome.

…backtracking…

Here we were at home. In our Photo Op Spot On The Stairs. It’s the one place in the house where there usually isn’t a pile of crap lying in the background.

And a few more when we arrived at the performance hall – fine, I use the word “hall” very loosely. Work with me.

(of course she blinked!)

Michael. He spent his Hour Of Waiting outside under the Enormous Evergreen Tree. Rolling around in the dirt. With all the Other Boys. But look! His freckles have come out!!!!

Okay people. It’s SHOWTIME!

Ugh. Where to begin? Perhaps with a list. Lists are usually good starting points whenever there is more than one thing to say. Or, in my case, complain about.

1. At some point last year, I cracked one of my molars. Not so much in half, more like a chunk of it just came off. No biggie – like most of my molars, it’s a root canal tooth. And other than when I had to dislodge it from my gum, it didn’t so much bother me. So I did what I do best, and ignored it. It also gave my tongue something new to play with inside my mouth. Finally, I switched dentists and she confirmed that I can’t really put it off any longer and it needs a cap. Ugh. Pain in the ass, but fine. Last thing I need is it getting infected. So cap it up, and away we’ll go. This process started yesterday to the tune of $1000. Fortunately, I do have coverage for 60% of that – coverage that just turned over on April 1st – can spend a maximum of $2000/year on dental.

2. Last week, if you recall, I cracked another molar smack in half on a piece of pizza crust. While I was in the office with the kids for their regular cleaning, I showed it to the dentist – just so she could see if it was anything. She freaked and literally slam dunked me into her chair for a quickity quick fix. One that fell out the very next day thanks in large part to my not being not able to not eat on my right hand side. Well, that coupled with those damn Cadbury Mini-Easter Eggs. The ones with the hard candy shell? That are only available during Easter? Yeah, those. They’re my new crack – ever since Hershey’s had to change their Kiss recipe and make them “new & improved.” Not so much improved if you ask me.

Long story short… That molar? Cracked so bad that I now need an implant. To the tune of $4000. And implants? Are not covered by our insurance. AWESOME.

Oh just wait… Jeff just started his process for an implant last month. Yeah, to the tune of another $4000. Combined with colour matching veneers and God-only knows what else.

3. I’m pretty sure I have strep throat. I have to google it & confirm my diagnosis, but my throat is feeling raw & is burning. It’s fine when I swallow – so not like a normal sore throat. Most like it feels raw. What I eat, it hurts. Hot food, cold food. It hurts. Should be a good time to lose weight, but I’m a trouper and I’m managing to eat through the pain.

Tried to go to a walk-in this morning. Thought that would be a quick thing. I thought wrong.

3a. Place #1 – is only a walk-in after 5:00 pm. Come back then.
3b. Place #2 – at 9:20 am already had a 2 hour wait. Would have been okay, had I not had a kid to pick up from school @ 11:15 am.
3c. Place #3 – opened at 10:00. I didn’t really feel like sitting in my car for half an hour to see IF they could see me.
3d. Place #4 – the place I thought nobody knew about. Turns out lots of people knew about it – and were there. Also a minimum two hour wait.

4. Since we’re on the Neck Up subject… O. M. G.

My Hair.

5. I’m not even going to tell you about the pre-teen thing going on with my chin.

Update: Picked up Michael from his morning class, went back to Place #2, and I was next up in line to see a doctor! Finally… something positive. What’s not so positive, however, is that I have a “bacterial something-really-long virus” on the inside of my mouth, cheeks, tongue, and tonsils. It’s blistery and hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, assuming that sons-of-bitches hurt. I can’t eat or drink anything hot or anything sour. No fruit. Nothing acidic. Even better is that because it’s a virus, they can’t give me anything. Just take tylenol and wait it out.

Basically, stop complaining & suck it up. So long as it’s cold.

And watching my kids playing in the dirt brought back the most wonderful memories I have of playing on my driveway, with my BFF4E&E Martine.

Doing the exact same thing my kids were doing.

Worm hunting.

Gotsta love spring!

After what seemed to be three months of begging & pleading to paint the eggs, I finally gave in. I must admit, being the Jewish girl that I am, I don’t so much get why we have to take perfectly good eggs, eggs which the homeless & hungry would love to EAT, and we paint them, wait till they smell, then toss ’em in the trash, all in the name of laughs? I’m assuming there is some historical merit to this tradition?

(But so as not to poo-poo on anyone’s parade, I happily went and bought a dozen of the cheapest eggs I could find, boiled them, and let my kids have their way with them… pictures to follow. Obvs.)

Since we’re on the subject, even I have memorable egg painting experiences. For instance, I’ll ever forget way back when I was in 4th grade and our teacher made us BLOW the insides of our eggs out through a teeny weeny little pinhole. One guy in the class – his name was Neal – blew & blew & blew and when the inside came out? It was all BLOODY. Whole class freaked. He was a big Wayne Gretzy fan and I’m pretty sure he’s an accountant now. But I bet he still remembers that bloody egg! (I’m guessing Martine remembers it too…?!) My God, that was gross.

It was also the first time I ever saw the “cord” and realized that the egg? Wasn’t ever gonna be a chicken.

But let’s move on to rainbows & smiles & happy faces, okay?!

Like she was totally & completely into Passover, Emma was absolutely gung-ho over Easter too… clearly.

Hmph. She never did ask for matzah to be painted on her toes.

(Poor kid got my god-awful feet. Sorry ’bout that. Worse is I can’t even say which of your grandparents is to blame. Damn You Morton. I’ll never forget asking my mom why my toes were different from other peoples, why my second one was longer… and y’know what she told me?! That Jewish People had toes like that!!!! And for years and years and years, I believed her!!!! Until I started researching this for myself, that is… My mother LIED TO ME.)

But I digress.

Onward to the Egg Painting Par-Tay!!!!

And then the adults got in on the action. They both took their eggs very seriously. Jeff, however, was annoyed with me that I did not get him the dark blue acrylic & gold leaf paints he requested. (Uhhh… I thought he was kidding. Turns out, he was not.)

Even the little neighbour boy that doesn’t speak to adults, yet seems to be relatively normal with kids he knows, got in on the action. I just felt bad that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything when he was due for a new egg. (There’s just something about his eyes… ???)

Next thing we knew, day turned into night and it was time for a little dinner party slash backyard skipping action! Pizza was ordered, and we (meaning everyone except me) skipped while we waited. I was a great skipper – till the boobs came along. Skipping now would just lead to two black eyes.

This is Emma’s newest challenge… To Conquer The Rope. Thankfully we had Jeff there to give a little demo slash comedic sideshow!

Ahh… sibling love. (Or siblings trying to kill each other with a rope?)

Let’s go with love.

Here she goes…

Even Madison got her skip on – to a very loud chorus of “GO MADDY!! GO MADDY!! GO MADDY!!”

Not to be totally outdone, yet not wanting to pick up the skipping rope either, MickNew Pie got his time in the spotlight by way of a little hip hop breakdance performance… (sorry for the stills… I have yet to figure out how to use the video function on my fancy-pants camera.) That being said, imagine Michael doing what he’s doing, only with motion. And you can throw some sound in while you’re at it.

Then the pizza guy rang! See ya’ll later!

(Like the no-smoking sign?! Emma has them plastered everywhere!! That’s my girl!)

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The photos stopped here. The pizza arrived – from Dantes, the best pizza outside of Italy (well, according to Jeff & Martine. It’s okay…). Just as I made my way toward the end of my first slice, I took a nice bite of the crust and dontcha know it, but cracked my molar right freakin’ in half. Even better? On the Saturday night of a damn long-weekend. Awesome.

#whengoodpartiesturnbad