We eat Jayhawks for breakfast.

Mitch went to watch the Wildcats play the Fictional Birds on Monday night, so I manned the fort while he was gone.  I got both boys in bed and asleep before 8pm.   My back was sore from all the patting on it that I did afterwards.  Is it strange to give yourself a high five?  I didn't think so.

We WON!!!!  The fans rushed the court and I scared our dogs from all my yelling and cheering.

 I am so proud of the Cats!  Here is a picture of our purple cult that morning.   On Sunday night after his bath, Cal saw the clothes that I'd laid out for him to wear in the morning, so he insisted on wearing this outfit to bed, then to school, and then to bed again.  I drew the line at the 36 hour mark and made him change.....into another KSU shirt.

He loves K-State so much that he says he wants to wear his "K-State pants" every day.  To remedy this situation, I have to call all his pants "K-State jeans, K-State grey sweats", etc.

Here is Paul Bunyan's outfit from last week,   I got an email at 3pm on Thursday, reminding me that he kids were supposed to dress as a fairy tale character on Friday. Um, what?!  I went into panic mode and decided that even though Cal had never heard of Paul Bunyan, that is who he was going to be.  Luckily he liked what he saw on YouTube that night and was all about Paul Bunyan.   He didn't want to wear the suspenders I made him.  Oh and his axe looks bloody.  It shouldn't.

I went back to work on Monday and Mother Nature helped make first day back enjoyable by adding 4" of snow to the 9" that were already on the ground.  Nothing like running late and maneuvering through the snow packed roads.....Happy Monday, indeed.   I actually wasn't dreading going back because I love my school, but I hate leaving my baby somewhere for the entire day.   Hate it.  Cal needs to get his energy out, so daycare is great for him.  Little Davis just needs to be held by his Mommy.  All day.  The end.

We hadn't cleared a pathway on the deck for the dogs yet.  They had to tromp through the snow mounds to go outside and do their duty.  Poor, neglected pooches.

 

 Cal helped us put together our new bar stools.  Notice his outfit.  Please refer to the "purple cult" paragraph for an explanation.

Ollie, aka Nana, is insistent on giving kisses....usually in/on his open mouth.

Here's two of my three Valentines.  Approximately 10 seconds after this photo was taken, Davis pooped up his back.  I wanted him to wear that shirt to daycare so I washed it quickly and dried it.  Apparently he hated the outfit because he had a repeat performance while at daycare.  Hint taken, Davis.

 

 

Random story: I went to Apricot Lane this weekend and tried on some tunics, etc.  I asked the clerk for her opinion and she agreed with me when I said a tunic and skinny belt highlighted my remaining baby belly.  She said that it'd “prob be gone in a few months, if I work at it”.  Ummmm...she is clearly not a Mom.  You never agree that a woman still has a flabby tummy.  In fact, Rule #1 of talking to a mom of an infant: you act like you're blind and can't even locate their abdominal area.  Moral of the story: ask another mom for their opinion when trying  on clothes.....not a bubbly teenager. :)