Laser Hair Removal, Jammies, and Tantrums

Why is it so gosh darn hard to find cute little baby toddler boy pjs? Coop and I did laps around Macys until they closed Thursday night trying with all of our might to find something a little less plastic monkey-eating-banana applique or grafitti-graphic-tee with 3-feet-too-long-spandex pants ish. We love Walmart's $5 organic jammie sets, but I just can't bring myself to purchase anything with Thomas or Spider Man. Yet. I know the day's a-coming but for now I want something sweet and cute like his Little Crab jammies back when he was itty bitty.

I need new shampoo. I like to pretend that I don't use Pantene, but the build up and funkyness has started telling on itself. Suggestions?

I haven't been to Hobby Lobby in over two weeks. I was a craft-adulterer and went to Joann last week to pick up some fabric for the playroom. I still feel guilty and could really use some melodic wordless hymns in my life.

Haven't finished the curtains yet, but hubster made this little gem this past week and I L-O-V-E it so so much.

We started letting Coop sleep with 2 books in his bed at night. It's our latest scheme to land a few extra nanoseconds of sleep on the weekends. I've rolled over twice in the early early mornin' to catch him sitting there reading. "A told B and B told C, I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree." Oh my.

I heard a commercial for laser hair removal twice this week on the Bert Show. Both times I shook my head in shame remembering that I am sometimes guilty of shaving just my ankles in an attempt to avoid shaving my legs. It's true.

Mini Chris has had a total of 5 meltdowns this weekend. One happened while we were out to dinner at Chili's with some of our closest small group friends. Oye. Somewhere mid tantrum, a cup of applesauce grenaded itself all over me (and Adam and Madelyn sitting next to me) and our waiter tripped and dropped two baskets of bottomless chips. It was quite lovely. We've implemented a new rule. Eat at every restaurant only once. Not sure how this is going to work with CFA.

Another grand mal fit happened this morning when we made him come in from playing outside. He got so mad that he wedged himself under the couch and pounded his fists and growled at me. I had to walk away twice because I couldn't stop laughing. #mommyfail.

Oh Coop.