You might have noticed a bit of radio silence around here lately.
And I’ve alluded to being busy.
And I have been.
Because what I haven’t mentioned is that we’re moving.
We’re buying a new house.
Selling this one.
And let’s just say…hectic. Actually, that’s not even the right word. You know how Eskimos have like 500 words for snow? Well, whatever culture has 500 words for “My to-do list is out of control and why can’t my kids just watch iPad for 15 hours a day”, I pick that one.
And did I mention Andy’s been traveling like crazy so basically (no, not basically…ACTUALLY) I have been handling all of this solo. My house is currently 99% packed. My garage is full of boxes. I’ve been touching up paint, freshening up baseboards, plugging holes from my myriad of gallery walls (oh those gallery walls are coming back to haunt me!), and praying my 4 kids are still alive by the end of the day. (P.S. I’m not hating on Andy. He’s been working his tail off too. Just not at packing. Or painting. He’s rocket scientisting.)
Also, end of school year. IEPs. Changing school districts. PRESCHOOL GRADUATIONS. <—Seriously?! Grrrr.
Hectic.
A lot.
But, good hectic. For good reasons. For fun reasons. So I won’t dare complain. Okay, I totally will.
About 25 times a day I say “2015 is gonna be awesome.”
Because right now, 2014 is mostly just nuts.
I’ll tell you guys all about the new house and such soon, but not yet.
Escrow closes next week. I don’t want to jinx it. So let’s wait until our name is officially on that title report, m’kay?
In the meantime, I found a box of old pictures during my purging and cardboard stuffing adventures. Lots of grainy snapshots with people’s heads cut off and such.
But in those stacks of yellowing pics, I found a bunch of myself as a baby.
And, well, if ever I knew Owen was my Mini Me…holy moly.
If ever I complain that Jilly looks nothing like me…I made up for it in spades with the Caboose.
We even have the same unibrow.
I mostly included this picture because HOW FABULOUS IS MY GRANDMA?
My family has a thing for olives.
They’re so versatile, really.
But the cheeks. I kiss those same cheeks one million times a day.
Just not on myself. Because that would be weird. Also, really bendy of me.
Look at that cheeser face! I have about 1,000 pictures of the Porkchop with this same grin.
Not on a motorcycle.
In a dress.
But the face.
We can easily get distracted here by the sheer volume of doilies.
Or perhaps that amazing couch.
Or the fact that I’m rocking a red belt LIKE A BOSS.
Also, the fact that I’m wearing white dress shoes and a gold necklace AND bracelet. And you better believe my Portuguese self is wearing real Portuguese gold. At one and a half.
Represent.
But let’s try to focus on that facial expression. Because O-Bo…he does that lip thing all the day long.
Ever wonder what Owen might look like in a pink dress and piggies?
Done.
That’s me.
In a leopard bikini.
And earrings.
Poor girl. Just. You. Wait.
And last but not least, I leave you fine folks with this gem.
Not so much because I see Owen in it, but because…well, because HOW COULD I NOT?
I’m at the park. The PARK.
In a dress. And over sized sunnies. And a freaking watch. Because I’m sure I was a prodigy and could tell time, and obviously I had places to be and an agenda to keep.
At 18 months old. (I know because the photo was labeled on the back. Grandmas are like that.)
Kicking butt and taking names.
At the park. Like, to PLAY.
Funny because my 1 year old self would be appalled at my 33 year old self.
My 1 year old self wouldn’t be caught dead in yogas.
I should see if I can try to bring some of that Fancy back.
Because friends, I was Fancy.
With a capital F.
But not today. Because today I have a carpet cleaner coming and baseboards to paint, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to throw together.
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HIlarious! Excited to hear your news. And now I know what Owen looks like in a bikini! And I also wish I was Portugese. My hillbily forebears never put me in leopard, gold, or sunnies. It’s amazing I’ve turned out so fabulous.
Smiling at the whole thing. Thanks.
YOU. ARE. AWESOME!
Nuff’ said.
Loved this post! So funny!
Dude, you were a baby mafioso!!!
You say this as though you are surprised…
Oh. My. Goodness. This cracked me up! This Portugee had a real gold bracelet and ring, too. From the Azores, of course. The bracelet disappeared. I wore that tiny baby ring on my pinky on my wedding day.
Olives. Olives are my favorite. For reals.
Doilies. Vava has made me a hundred doilies. Doesn’t understand why I don’t have them out.
Congratulations on the big move. It’s so hard. Especially for those of us with OCD in our blood- the touch up the paint, baseboards, clean the carpet kinds. Keep your eyes on the prize- 2015 ;)… it’s really not that far away.
“i’m so fancyyyyy…” :)
Excellent post. If I hadn’t read the post I would have thought boyo was hijacking the twins clothing.
Congrats on the new house. Where am I sending the biscotti?
(I was thinking about your DIY projects that you have posted, here, involving your current home. I’m excited to see what new things you will pop up with. Feel free to send me the succulent wall hanging…
Oh, I so love this! Owen is a dead-ringer for mini-you!! As a mom who feels she looks nothing like her kids, I really enjoyed this. Wishing you luck with that move and a big old spa day to celebrate when it’s all over, because, man, you deserve one big time. xoxoxo
You are too funny! This post really had me laughing out loud. Keep ’em coming!