Let me first start by apologizing to my sister in law, Alyson. In no way, did I intend to offend her or infer that she is a terrible mother in my previous post. I had not been thinking clearly when I titled the post Horrible Mother and then uploaded a photo of her daughter to be run immediately after the title. She is not a horrible mother, in fact she is the best mother in the world. Even more motherly than Mother Theresa...okay I might be pushing it a bit now...So again, sorry!
I'd also like to say that I realize I have been neglecting this blarg (which is now what B and I call blogs after watching a super funny episode of Miss Guided on ABC. Do you guys watch that show? It is one of my favorites which must also mean that it is awful and doomed for cancellation...) because i have been having soooo much fun at my other blarg. If you haven't seen it yet, you have to go look. now. I'll wait....
So, with all of the birthdays that have happened recently, it has gotten us singing Happy Birthday rather often. So often in fact, O now asks for me to sing it to him every night after we read our book before bed. Since I only know, Itsy Spider and Twinkle Star, I am okay with having another option. And at first we sang it to different family members. Then it branched out to his friends at daycare. Soon we began singing it all the way to daycare and he then added in Starbucks, trees, houses and cups to the list. But it took a weird turn last night. First we sang it to the color Blue (or maybe he has seen Old School and was singing it to the old man character named Blue). Then we sang it to banana and I tried very hard to keep a straight face. And then, hold on to your hats and glasses, we sang it to time out! I just about lost it. I hurried and laid him down and ran out to tell B about it. So funny! And again, tonight, we sang it to time out, but this time also added, lion, diapers and potty. And since I had encourage singing Twinkle Star instead of Happy Birthday, we capped off the night singing Happy Birthday to Little Star.
This kid is so funny! And I came across the above picture and had to post it. Everyone always says O looks like my dad and they certainly do resemble each other. I think O has the same size head!
Many of you have inquired about this fine event that I recently went to. Me and the girls (T & E) had tried to go last year but didn't make it. In previous years, the event was very underground. The organizers are a rag tag bunch of crazies from Los Angeles who didn't permit the event and would just tell everyone to show up at a certain location at a certain time and be ready to cook your grilled cheese sammiches. But since more and more people have found out about it this was the first year that they decided to go legit and permit it. But then a few key media sources linked the addy and the organizers advised to arrive as early as possible and that they would have to close the event when it reached a certain limit. So, any who, we left a very important bridal shower early to ensure that we would make it in. And we did!!! Oh the joy! You could smell the grilled cheese in the air. We first came upon the Kraft (a big sponsor for the event, given that it is grilled cheese month after all) tent handing out free 1/4s of grilled cheeses. We visited them often. I think we may have had about 6 1/2 total sandwiches each from them. Then they announced how the competition would work and then it was under way. First up was the "missionary" category. Only white bread, cheese and butter allowed (other categories include dessert and anything goes). A few hundred people gathered around the grilling area as the teams began putting together their masterpieces. It was here that past the man in the long sleeve fish net shirt with an amazing amount of chest hair and hair down to his waste, that E spotted a table of young hipsters deep in competition mode. Unfortunately, that did not include any kind of sanitary practices as we spied that they were not wearing plastic gloves and running their fingers through their haphazard hair dos and also licking their fingers when they would get something on them. And then touching their sandwiches. Which we were supposed to eat. I tried to suspend my normally stringent cleanliness codes to embrace the devil may care attitude of the event. So we waited for 10 minutes and finally got our hands on a 1/4 of a grilled cheese sandwich from a nice clean looking lady wearing a baby. It tasted...like a grilled cheese only slightly less better then the ones that kraft was giving out. After another 10 minutes of not seeing another sandwich even come close to our vicinity, we realized that we would, in no way, be close to trying most of the sandwiches, nor make it to the dessert round. So we cut our loses and drove to Sunset for dinner at Ketchup. But not before grabbing another 1/4 from the Kraft table. So you would think we had enough cheese to last us a lifetime right? No, E ordered a grilled cheese for dinner!!! (in her defense the menu said it was white cheddar and who doesn't love that! I had a great time that day with my girls as we were also celebrating my birthday and spent some quality time together. I propose our own OC grilled cheese cook off...in a nice clean kitchen with some nice refrigerated cheese and butter and clean hands and hair nets...
