My powers of observation (or general lack there of)...

I walked past this wall of Girl Scout cookies for two days before I realized they were there.

And by "realize" I don't mean I suddenly saw them.  No, no.  My coworker asked if I had taken any to day care yet, and I was all like, "What are you talking about?  What cookies?"

The worst part?  See that door in the right hand picture?  Yeah, that is the door I walk in and out of EVERY SINGLE time I come or go from the building.

(Siiiiiigh)

Worst superpower ev-ver.

Trevor's Crackles...

THEY ARE BAAAAAAACK!

Two year old dental update...

Dentist:  "So, do you brush your son's teeth regularly?"

Me:  "I…we…um, yes.  I swear.  We brush them every night.  Promise."

Dentist:  "I can tell.  No plaque at all.  Not even at the back."


[WHEW!!]


The bad news?  Banner is getting his two year old molars.

The good news?  Two have already broken through.  And once they are all in, that's the end of the whole teeth saga until the Tooth Fairy arrives on the scene in four or five years.

That thing about the Olympics...

Have you seen this TD Ameritrade Olympic commercial about speed skater J.R. Celski?

Well, thanks to it, this happened:

Yes.  That is my two year old on roller skates.  Because, according to Trevor, we have to start Banner early if he is going to grow up to be an Olympic hockey player.

Obviously.

Have I mentioned that my husband is highly susceptible to advertising?

Of course, if Banner had his way, he would be sporting around the driveway on this glittery pink pair of  Disney princess fabulousness:

#realmenwearpink

Like Haskell, but not (or the best $5 I've ever spent)...

 

Note:  Trevor has been referring to Haskell as a "pig dog" for YEARS. 

It was obviously meant to be.

Too fabulous not to share...

Trevor's attire at the Secret Cupid party at our house Valentine's night.
Even Haskell is impressed.

The good news:  All G-Winks were sporting PJs in various shades of red and pink.  Seriously.  I wore pink scrubs from my 2002 college sorority formal, a tank top and a pink polka-dotted bathrobe.  I was fabulously comfortable.

The bad news:  EVERYONE ELSE IN ATTENDANCE decided to forgo PJs or festive Valentine's Day attire, and look all cute and fancy.  Dru even wore an ascot.  AN ASCOT.  Like Ken on Toy Story 3.  Meanwhile, I looked like someone just woke me up from a sound sleep for some pizza.

Oh, and did I mention I was also meeting out of town cousins for the first time?  Yeah.  Yay me.

But back to Trevor.  He has wanted a smoking jacket for years but is never getting one because the cheapest they run is like $1,000.  And, no:  The fact that they throw in "free monogramming" isn't a selling point AT ALL.  Because the man only smokes a pipe maaaaaybe once a year and...well, he is TREVOR.  Not James Bond, Hugh Hefner or even Pepe Le Pew.

But, luckily, he found this robe at an antique store, and he is satisfied for now.

And, don't worry.  I made him dry clean it first.  Because:  MOTH EGGS and EMBALMING FLUID!

In related news, I mentioned to Trevor nearly twelve years ago, that I've always found something appealing about grown men in PJs.  I've even bought him various sets over the years in the hopes that he'd wear them.  No dice.  Well, until he found this set at Nordies.  Now he comes home and immediately puts them on.  We are going to have to get him another set, though, because he is all like Banner and his Elmo shirt with those PJs right now and they've got to go in the laundry sometime.

Boys, I swear.  They never cease to amaze and amuse, do they?

Because he is all boy or something...

Banner has (unfortunately) learned that if he drinks a lot of water really, really, really fast, he can burp loud and proud.  Which is HYSTERICAL when you are two.  Actually, scratch that.  It is hysterical if you are a male, because Trevor is all "that's my boy" and I'm all like "Dear God, STOP!  You are going to make yourself puke!"

In related news, tooting is the holy grail of funny noises Banner has discovered he can do (almost) on command.  If he strains really hard and turns purple.  Extra points for generating bubbles in the bath tub. 

Judging by how awesome Trevor finds flatulence at 37, I'm assuming this is going to get a lot worse as time marches forward.

Apparently, he is trying to escape...

Banner got in "trouble" at school last week for picking a hole in the dry wall at day care. 

(Note:  Not so much trouble.  More like "and look what your kid did today".)

I'm pretty sure he was just trying to escape to the playground since his teachers have had to Banner-proof the classroom's door to the outside.  The kid likes his freedom.  And, much to everyone's dismay, has a knack for defeating all efforts at containing him.