My weekend, in bullet form:
1) I found this picture on my phone. A Twitpic from Barnes & Noble that never happened, thanks to the Escalator Incident:
Upon much (much) closer examination, the title of this kids' book is actually "Oh, Yuck!" and it's about...I dunno. Bugs and slime and stuff. But from a few feet away, combined with the glare, I thought it said something different.
You know, with the U-C-K? But it didn't? Har har?
On second thought, the thing with the escalator made a much more interesting story. Thanks for the save, Ez!
2) Jason, the biggest sucker to ever wander into the sporting goods department, bought Noah a pair of rollerblades. The wheels are like, five inches longer than the shoe. He got a new badass helmet and wrist/elbow/knee pads. Jason took him down to the corner and back, while Noah shrieked, "LOOK AT ME, MOMMY, I'M ROLLERSKATINK!" at the top of his lungs the entire time.
4) Although speaking of growth spurts, a quick inventory of Noah's closet revealed shorts and t-shirts that were little more than hot pants and crop tops on him now, so it was time to go crazy at an Old Navy 2-for-$10 sale. Where I was horrified to discover that Noah fits into the XS size in the BOYS DEPARTMENT. I am not ready for sizes without the T-for-Toddler description, particularly when your design options on t-shirts include a) NASCAR, b) laser guns, or c) slobbering footballs with fangs. While back over in the elusive size 5T, you can still get Oscar the Grouch holding a "Please recycle" sign and stuff like "Dad Is My Hero."
I compromised and bought plain XS polo shirts instead. And the Oscar shirt. I just won't put it in the dryer.
5) Then I came home and organized the boys' closets. Turns out the last time I did this, Noah was wearing 2T clothing, because it was all still hanging there. Ezra had entire drawer still chock-full of 6-12 month onesies. I can't remember the last time I put a onesie on him. Probably not since he learned to roll over during diaper changes and kick me in the stomach while frantically looking for a leaky tube of Desitin to shove in his mouth and taking time to snap something up between his helicoptering thighs meant he'd succeed in that mission.
6) Seriously, when did they both get so big? I swear I was right here the whole time.