Pizza and Poop and Everything Else

I have this desire to write a new post, but I don't really have a plan formulated yet, a concrete idea about the topic of said post.

How about some random facts about our week that you may not know just from reading the blog?

First, I am reading through the vampire love saga again. I KNOW I KNOW. Just don't judge. I'll move on eventually.

Second, I bought the soundtrack to the Twilight movie with the remaining $11 from my birthday money. It's really good, y'all. And I did NOT just buy it because it had the word "Twilight" on it. I promise! The music is fantastic. (This is not the original score, which I personally thought was pretty pathetic.) In case you're wondering about buying it for yourself, go the iTunes route. It's the cheapest and you get 2 or 3 (can't remember which) bonus tracks that are definitely not on the CDs in stores.

Also, I have officially declared CDs obsolete. I should send out a royal edict or something.

Fourth, check this out:

A couple weeks ago The Nester called her readers' attention to Fruitful Vine Creations, a vinyl lettering business run by a mom. I had some birthday money, so I asked Tonya to make me some lettering featuring the last two lines of "Be Thou My Vision," the hymn that we sang at our wedding as a congregation. (Well, the congregation sang. Stephen and I hadn't thought to bring the programs on stage with us, so we just mumbled along with the words we remembered.) Steve almost lost his salvation putting this sucker up--a few of the letters didn't want to transfer correctly, no matter how much he burnished them. If it weren't for his perseverance, "whatever" would have read "watever," and the period would have been lost. As it is, Stephen thinks it's hilarious that we actually have the word"whatever" on our wall.

And yes, that is a photograph of Robert E. Lee you see peeking out from on top of that back bookshelf. He is an important man.

In addition, Jack pooped in the bathtub last night. I put them in the tub, complete with bubblebath, and I left them alone for a couple minutes so I could run upstairs and get their pajamas. I came back and was immediately suspicious of the funny crouch Jack was in. Plus he and Baylor were very still, watching the water intently. It took me a minute to figure out the problem, as the offending, um, matter was hidden by the bubbles.

So. Very. Gross.

And finally, my kids are driving me absolutely insane. I really have no good excuse. I chose to have them, I chose to have them this close together, and I like to be smug when other moms are pulling their hair out. But I think I'm just at the end of my rope, being sick and sore and tired and cranky. Plus everyone is going stir crazy. Our house is little, the children are many, and the weather is iffy. PLUS Charlotte is most definitely teething, making her the #1 Most Unpleasant Baby in the History of Babies.

Seriously, I can see teeth on the top and bottom, just under the surface. The boys didn't get teeth until they were, what, like 10 months old?? I will not be surprised if she starts speaking before they do.

Almost finally, tomorrow is Friday, and I am elated about our Chicago trip. I'll remember to take the camera so y'all can live vicariously through our artsy experience.

Finally finally, I'm also elated about my cousin Zachary's visit this weekend. I haven't seen Zach in awhile, and I'm just jazzed. He and I are just 10 (I think) days apart, and we're good buddies. People were always thinking that he and I were the next "thing," which presented us with many awkward and funny conversations when we had to set people straight. It probably didn't help that we liked to take each other on "dates" to fun restaurants, like our co-favorite place EVER, Jack Stack. No Jack Stack here, but maybe we can get some deep dish pizza in Chi-town.

My favorite Chicago pizza goint? Gino's. It's dirty, it's grotty, and I'll never use their bathroom or peek in their kitchen, but man-alive, do they know pizza.

And now I'm just rambling, so I'll stop. Bye for now.