Is it Wednesday? I think it's Wednesday. When you're unemployed, all the days run together. We have no schedule here. School's out. Blake's diligently looking for jobs and taking kids to the pool on his breaks. I'm working as much as possible.
OK, not today. I'm home with a stomach bug. Blake originally blamed it on my usual over-consumption of buttered popcorn during my movie last night, but that is not true. The indie theaters do not have self-serve butter. It's a shame. Maybe my body was actually in shock due to the relatively normal ratio of popcorn to butter? We'll never know.
Anyway, I toughed it out this morning by meeting an old high school friend for a playdate, but left about an hour in. A hot summer day in Kansas outside is no mix for stomach irritation. I called work, had someone cover my shift for this evening, and am now miraculously home alone. Seems like I'm never in my house alone. Blake has the punks out to dinner at McDonald's Had A Farm And There Was A Cow There (Lainey's name). Trying to wear them out after late naps. It's a delicate formula to keep up with to ensure no one shorter than 5 feet tall is up after 8:30pm in this house. Hard to do with the late summer sun.
OK, so on to the scoop.
This is not Batman. It's Bizarro Batman. Months ago, Blake saw a black cat outside, huffed and puffed a bit to himself for having to rescue him back into the house, and then walked in with the wrong cat. Batman was sitting near the window and looked at him like, "What's up, Dad? Who is your friend?"
So, Bizarro Batman has had a few phantom sightings here and there, but showed up on our balcony on Tuesday. It was quite a stare down.
For about 20 minutes, we heard manic labor-like cat groans and lots of squeals from Lainey. Then, he sauntered off towards the fence. Giggling to himself, I'm assuming.
Lainey momentarily lost interest and returned to her cereal.
I stayed close to watch the drama. Look at Bizarro Batman taunting the real Batman. Shameful.
"Look, I can climb trees!" So rude.
Lainey tried to console the real deal with a stuffed dinosaur.
And, then tried to flat iron his fur. Nothing worked.
It was a rough day for the family pet.
We went to our first summer concert last week. Kansas City has many varieties.....this one was Jazz in the Woods. Loved it.
Bubble wands.....a favorite of the Starnes kiddos.
Jack saw the hill and immediately started running towards it to roll down. Punkin.
Blake did Lainey's hair since I was at work just before we went. He does well dressing the kids and always putting them in clothes he knows I will like......so I was not surprised. But, really loved how much effort he put into her hair. Cute.
Time to dance.
Lainey has been calling me her "sister" for about a week now. Not sure why. This was a "sister pic".
And, this is about how the little ones looked all night. Such a mess. So much fun.
That whirl is Meow Meow.
Who is THIS kid? I swear, every day he grows more. I tried to bust him taking a drink from Lainey's sippy cup and instead feel like I ended up with a shot of a 13 year old boy!
A video from the night. I suggest you leave the sound on "mute" and instead read the caption here: "Carter was given money to go buy food to share and this is what he returned with." There. I saved you the sound of my voice, not unlike fingernails on a chalkboard. Either way, is Carter headed to a rave soon, or what?
***note - Just showed this to Blake and asked, "Is that really my voice? Good Lord!" His reply, "Yeah. You should try talking less."
Things got a little out of hand.
And, Lainey wanted to pose for more pictures. Business as usual.
On our way out, the little ones turned into groupies and hung with some band members. Carter got some autographs. We know how to party.
And, that should do it! Hope yall are having a good week.