random interruptions

Today is just a day of randomness, because I have a few random pictures, a few random thoughts, and a few random minutes to get them all down.

Laci loves this animal picture book.  She found it last weekend at my mom's house - one of those coffee-table-type books with big colorful pictures of wild animals.  She oooo's and aaaaa's at all the pictures and zooms in close each time she turns the page.  It has already suffered from her enthusiasm and now bears some tape as a scar.

House progress is slow, which is discouraging to this often impatient, cranky lady.  The current plan involves relocating our lovely double wide to another area of the yard in order to start moving dirt (the new owners aren't quite ready for their castle).  I'm also slowly becoming an expert in navigating our county building division as they request ridiculous amounts of information to ensure that the house we want to build will be structurally sound, energy efficient, and environmentally responsible.  I can assure you that getting your bachelor's degree is easier than translating and interpreting county documents - I speak from experience.

The weather is warm and sunny, which makes me happy.  Enough said about that.

{Insert short coloring and reading break here, where I am distracted by a certain little one and completely lose my train of thought.}

Remember playing with Lego's?  Laci likes to build tall towers and organize them by shape.  Yes, organize them.  She gets it from her dad, I swear.

Lego's have become entirely too sophisticated for me.  Growing up, I built a lot of houses and buildings with Lego's, I never had a "house construction set" or instructions.  Technically, I didn't even have real Lego's.  I had Lock Blocks (at least that's what we called them) - a different version of Lego's, and better if you ask me because it didn't require a death grip to break them apart - anyone else have trouble getting the Lego's apart once they were firmly stuck together?  Disclaimer for my mom:  I promise I am not scarred by the fact that I did not have real Lego's.

 {Insert another break here wherein I open unopenable containers, wrap a baby doll in a blanket, and hold out my index finger so Laci can put hair ties on it.  Oh, and I completely forget what I was saying...AGAIN.}


Now I'm back from mommy interruptions, wondering whether I'm being interrupted from blogging, or if blogging is interrupting my real life.  And with that thought, I'll return to my "real life" where I am a hero for my abilities to open any container and it doesn't matter if I forget what I was going to say because we speak in incomplete sentences these days anyway.