I wrote four thousand words today and that doesn't count facebook, forums, blogging or emails.
For some people that may be totally normal, but for me it means...
- My living room has been turned into a fort containing (or built out of) every pillow, blanket, and couch cushion we own, and is furnished with the contents of my entire kitchen.
- My kids ate cold cereal for dinner out of square tupperware because all the bowls are dirty.
- I've consumed roughly around two frappes, four cups of spiced black tea and a renegade cup of green tea here and there.
- I stared at my husbands empty pants and wondered where the heck he was.
- I was possessed by a sudden and unstoppable need to put the bathtub mat in the laundry.
- I started jumping at and correcting anyone who used an adverb in a spoken sentence.
I've lost it.
In this delightful world where nothing is as it should be, Jamie decided he didn't want to be Buzz Lightyear for Halloween anymore. He wanted to be a dragon. A deadly nadder to be exact.

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him no. I probably should have told him no. I mean, he already agreed to be Buzz Lightyear and we're coming down to the home stretch with reformation day/fall festival/all hallows eve/halloween/whatever-you-want-to-call-it just around the corner. But as the word "NO" was on its way out of my mouth I suddenly recalled that dragons have wings. I had hitherto counted my life hopelessly devoid of wings because I have boys and I can't really dress boys up as the dreamy little fairies I imagine. But it dawned on me with stunning clarity, that dragons are like fairies for boys. They can fly, and do magic, but they're way more badass and can breathe fire.
The truth of the matter is, I can never pass up an opportunity to make a pair of wings no matter how silly or nonsensical it may be, and thus we threw bedtime out the window and constructed a pair of preschool crafted, adult assisted dragon wings.
Step 1: Hanger.

Step 2: Dragon shoulder blades.

Step 3: Perform Frankenstein surgery on shoulder blades and wing bones.

Step 4: Breathe life into the bones.

Step 5: Surgically graft on skin.

Step 6: Add pigment to skin.

Step 7: Hang on door to dry and send preschooler to bed.

*rest of the costume forthcoming.
October 25, 2010 at 10:44 PM
love it!
October 26, 2010 at 1:26 PM
I think Im going to send my (future) kids to Ez's daycare!
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