holden had a check-up today.
he is healthy as ever, and growing like a weed.
98% for height. 77% for weight. 88% for head.
tall and blonde, just like his parents.
but, wait a minute.. his parents aren't..
they really need to figure out a nicer way to vaccinate children.
this whole stabbing-them-in-their-chunky-thighs-with-17-inch-needles thing seems so barbaric.
i still cry every time.
but i also still cry at every haircut.. so.. i probably have some issues i should get addressed.
i haven't seen the movie frozen.
go ahead, gasp.
but, it's the truth. i haven't seen it.
and i'm actually kind of proud of that fact.
i am so sick of the movie, and i don't even know what it is about.
all i know is that it is an animated film. AKA a cartoon.
and people are obsessed with it. and that is weird.
and, oh my word, that 'let it go' song.. ugh.
it's not even good.
and can someone please explain to me how my 4 year old knows the words to that song?
he saw the movie FIVE months ago with his grandparents.
since then, we haven't had anything to do with that movie.
nothing.
we don't even have cable, so he isn't hearing that song on commercials.
is 'let it go' a new primary song?!
because that boy is out of my sight for just a handful of hours each week and him learning those lyrics at church is the only explanation i can come up with.
i bought velveeta the other day for the first time.
matt and i wanted to make that velveeta/rotel queso.
i was totally disgusted when i opened the package and cast my eyes on my first velveeta cube.
umm...
what is velveeta?!
it is not like any other cheese i have ever known.
i'm not sure it can be classified as cheese.
i'm not even sure it can be classified as food.
i can guarantee you i will not be purchasing velveeta cheese again. ever.
and while we are on the topic of gross food.. can heinz kethup please stop trying to venture out of the condiment realm.
i have had to look at this recipe for 'tic tac toe cookies' (that call for 1/2 cup of ketchup in them) for several months now, and it makes me feel ill.
dear ketchup,
you will never be a dessert.
and that is ok.
because you rock at being a condiment.
sincerely, pam.
we live within walking distance to a lot of fancy car dealerships - porsche, ferrari, lamborghini.
and we have seen more snazzy cars in our 10 months of living in california then we have seen in the rest of our lives combined.
yet chet's favorite car is a van. he thinks they are the bomb.
and he really hopes to get to drive in a yellow volkswagen bug someday.
kudos to chet, for setting an achievable goal.
and my final thought for the say is:
i say my kids are playing with lego, not legos.
and i will never change that.