I'm waiting for a phone call. I was thinking I'd write this post after said phone call happened. But I can't wait around for news because it's far too nerve-wracking and I only have a couple more hours until my work day is over and the door in my office flies open and I'm back to being mom and mama and mommy and why isn't the phone ringing? The phone was supposed to ring this morning and it's now late morning and WHAT IS HAPPENING. Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee. Pictures, pictures, pictures, pictures. (I dropped my camera and the lens exploded hence the instagram explosion. Apologies!)
(No phone call yet, by the way.)
We started watching American Idol this season. Much like with Instagram and iphones, facebook and twitter, I REFUSE to join "the club" until I give up and end up becoming president of the facebooktwitteriphoneinstagramamericanidol fan club. Which I officially am. I am the last person to become ____'s biggest fan. And it's totally embarrassing but there you have it. American Idol, woooo!
At first the kids were super into the show. Especially the whole, "You're going to Hollywood!" part which has recently become their go-to phrase for anything involving singing.
"Mommy? YOU'RE GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!" they say after my off-key version of Moon River.
"You're going to Hollywood!" Archer tells Fable when she sings "Where is Thumpkin" to the dogs.
"You're going to Hollywood!" Fable tells Archer when he belts out the words to Jason Derulo songs.
"Duh, Fable. I'm already here."
...Until last week when Hal and I found ourselves alone, a baby in each of our arms, bawling our eyes out, as Archer and Fable played in the other room because apparently we are watching it for us, as in Hal and me.
"I can't believe they live in a tent!"
"I can't believe her husband left her with three children and a pocket of shattered dreams!"
Cue: Hal and I in the fetal position, rocking back and forth...
(Still no phone call.)
We planned to take the kids downtown on Saturday for a super awesome afternoon of family, fun and family fun but we (once again) never made it out the door. Which is what happens every weekend and then I spend the day apologizing to Fable for not making it to the public library downtown and Archer for not making it to the grassy knoll outside the public library downtown (where he likes to watch the traffic lights).
Instead, we camped out on our grassy... knoll and Archer drew his own roads with sidewalk chalk and the kids biked around on the pavement while Bo and Revi watched from across the lawn.
Both babies fell asleep in their bouncy chairs and I napped on a towel at their feet until Archer and Fable crashed into each other on their bikes and woke us all up. And then we had a picnic and Fable ate all of the ice cubes out of my iced coffee when I wasn't looking.
Annnnd I'm still waiting for the phone to ring.