bath tub secure {over}

Dear Superbowl Sunday,

I didn't even watch the super bowl today.
Not even a little of it.
Not even for the {totally rad} commercials.
We sort of had more important things to do....

Like, coloring in bed...

and playing with balloons...

and making fresh chocolate chip cookies and eating them piping hot right out of the oven...

and reading books together...

and eating crackers with squeeze-y cheese in our pajamas

and taking hour-long baths...

{very safe ones}
complete with army men and dogs standing as sentinels...

and taking a four hour nap...
{you have no idea how sorely I have been needing one...ohhhh it was heaven}

Sure, I'm a little sad that I didn't get to eat any bean dip and other delicious junk food... But I heard that there weren't any cheerleaders, so that helped ease the blow. It also helps that Super Bowl Commercials just aren't what they use to be. {There's just too much pressure nowadays. Those Ad execs are clearly suffering from some serious performance anxiety...}

I AM, however, VERY SORRY that I missed watching Christina Aguilera over-sing the crap out of the National Anthem and then watching my father-in-law, Jim {a war veteran, and deep lover of our country's anthem} yell and throw things at the TV saying "Rackety Schmackety sing it straight! Oh look at me! Look at what a big, good, amazing singer I am. Look at me. Look at me! Sing. the. darn. thing. straight!"

An epic rant, I tell you. EPIC.

{Okay, he doesn't "technically" throw things... but he probably WANTS to, and I can't say I blame him. Have you heard that chick's Christmas album? Yikes. My ears were bleeding before the first song ended. Can you say "gratuitous run queen?" }

So, yeah.
I liked my day better.

Love,
Lola

A Lola Letter... if you will.

Dear Saturday,

I sort of really love you.

I love your slow, pajama-clad mornings.
I love the way you lend yourself to lots of quality brother time.

I love the pancakes,
and the fruit,
and the doing of dishes
with cartoons blaring in the background.

The dogs love you too.
They love having both of their boys home all the live long day.
They love taking naps with their mama.
They love watching the hubs play black ops, give orders through a head set, and yell at stupid-ish soldiers {running around like chickens with their heads cut off} in the t.v.

I love the crafting...
and the arts and crafting...
and the random drops-ins from
papo,
neighbor kids,
and sisters of sister-in-laws {holla Brook!}

and I really love the little bare feet.
and the still being in jammies at noon.
and then the hurrying and getting out of jammies
so I can meet a friend for a late lunch at Mimi's Cafe
and CATCH UP {which was so, so great...even though Ten was kinda ornery and such}

I love having a story dictated to me by a 7 year old master story teller
{Kort "tells", I type.}
"The Golden Feather" is going to be the world's next literary masterpiece...
I just know it. ;)

I just love you, Saturday.
Really and truly, I do.
See you in six...

Love,
Me