Well hello out there in Bloggerville!
It seems I took an EIGHT WEEK leave of absence. I just about fell over in my chair just now when I realized it had been so long. It wasn't intentional. I'd love to claim that I had some amazing reason for leaving my blog so dusty, but I don't. Unless you count the most adorable three reasons that ever did exist: Emma, Addie and Brody. I've been trying to think of some exciting way to make a grand re-entrance into the blogging world, but I can't. So I'll just ramble my way back in.
You know, one of my pet peeves is when people wear t-shirts of their favorite band or musician to the concerts. Hello, you wouldn't be there if you weren't a fan, you superfan, you. It's just kind of redundant. So it also bugs me when people go on and on about how they're so behind in their blog-reading or why they haven't blogged or how they're going to start blogging again. I mean, obviously.
(But seriously... I have over 800 unread blog posts in my reader, and that's AFTER I cleared out the ones I don't care about. I'm just a bit backblogged. I'm thinking of clearing out and starting from scratch. Yikes. But I've got to get that monkey off my back before I can blog without guilt. See? Here I go again.)
And so... here we go with two funny things my girls said:
First, we went to the Butterfly Pavilion a few weeks ago. If you're not from around here, it's a museum of insects, spiders, bugs and butterflies.
Really not my favorite place, but the kids like it. You can hold a tarantula named Rosie, and that part doesn't bother me.
You can see bugs the size of your head and that doesn't bother me.
You can walk around in a greenhouse with beautiful butterflies flying all around you, and THAT is the part that freaks me out. I pretty much don't like butterflies AT ALL. Or moths. It's really silly, I know. This one time in Jr. High, we had like this complete miller-moth invasion. They were all over the school and a boy slammed one in between pages 84 and 85 of my brand new yearbook. To this day there might be a moth carcass in there, I'm still afraid to look.
Anyway, Emma asked the most brilliant question while we were there. She asked if the "Butterfly Pavilion" used to be called the "Caterpillar Pavilion." Oh my gosh! She is the smartest kid EVER.
We also recently took a trip to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. Gary tried feeding our baby boy to a dinosaur, which clearly traumatized him.
(Notice the Addie-tude in the picture above.)
Addie was looking at a skeleton of a prehistoric horse (or something) and asked if it was a zebra skeleton because of the stripes (rib cage). Brilliant! My kids are GENIUSES!