Confessions of Bad Parents

Tor and I decided to have a date the other night. Tor found a babysitter through his job and so I thought he had all the bases covered. You know... all the usual questions, "Have you done this before", "How much do you charge", "Let me make sure I have your phone number". I anticipated that we would be leaving a sleeping baby for a few hours. Instead Lars was completely uncooperative and decided to stay up. Needless to say, all the way to the symphony we fought (more like I yelled) about how we wouldn't have any fun because I would worry about the baby the whole time. I think I threw some insults out there about Tor letting a homeless person on the corner watch our kid if they were available. I should probably apologize, but I still contend it's true. I made Tor call the girl at least 3 times to see how Lars was. She assured us they were having great fun. We got a text halfway through our date saying that he was asleep, and I relaxed. On the way home I yelled at Tor some more for good measure, made him promise he would ask all the questions he was supposed to ask BEFORE our date, and forgave him for his bad parenting. We then arrived to a fire truck outside our apartment building. Seriously?!?
Apparently the alarm went off as soon as Lars fell asleep. The babysitter got Lars all the way downstairs and outside sound asleep, but as soon as they got back up to the apartment he started crying. Poor girl. I disappeared to the bathroom and when I came back out she was gone. I asked Tor if he asked all the appropriate questions and found out he neglected to ask how much she charged per hour, just shoved a wad of cash at her and hurried her out the door. To which I replied... never leave a man to do a mom's job. Now I have to inform this girl, if we use her again, which we'd like to since she turned out to be great, that the first time we pay a little more than subsequent times.

Tor will say that I am exaggerating and painting a rather poor picture of him, so I will give him credit for actually finding a babysitter, however I stick by the rest of my story. You may defend yourself in the comment section if you so choose :)


Second confession: We let Lars suck on wine corks sometimes. We think its cute and it keeps him happy.

The Epitome of Cool

Yes that's me... cool. I always have been. From third grade when I made my own outfit to my fifth grade eyeglass pick. I have been stylish. 

Don't be fooled, I've had my moments. For every memory of Wylie Driscoll coining the phrase: Lelay, Lelay run it like a relay, and the nickname sticking until junior year or Justin Nelson saying I picked my nose and ate it in 8th grade (I admit I have picked my nose, and probably have eaten them at some point, but not that time) or even some fat kid, whose name I can't remember, Bubba or something appropriate like that, calling me Leah with the big Maracas during high school PE, there have been times like when the hottest guy in school (whose name I can't remember either) tried to feel me up in a meat locker. 

Yes, I have led an hollywood style exciting life but nothing compares to me trying to be athletic as an adult.

So, for all those who think THEY are cool: in your face!

P.S. The bike was part of my awesome Mother's Day present from Lars via Tor. I had a great day.

I am so lucky to be married to my best friend. I love you Tor!

Tulip Festival

We journeyed to the Woodburn Tulip Festival today and we were very pleasantly surprised. I've only ever been to the Mt Vernon Tulip Festival which is unparalleled, however this is a good second place. They had sausage and elephant ears (musts for any sort of fair-esque type atmosphere) and we wandered around and looked at flowers. Lars' favorite part was the giant shoe we forced him into for pictures. It was a pretty fun day.