Long, hard winter
I am trying to plan out our family activity calendar for the next month or two. I’m usually not that organized, but I know that if I don’t get on it soon I’ll end up dropping things, days will get double booked and there will be much screaming and crying. Chances are good that the screaming and crying won’t come from the same person, nor is it a guarantee that three year old will be doing either.
So, while I plan these things out I’ve realized that there are a lot of people gettin’ it on in the late winter months. Starting next week we have 8 birthdays to attend (if you include my husband’s on December 25th)! EIGHT. In 6 weeks. And while hubby and I can prove that there was none of the sexin’ happening (is that something you want to prove?) around V’s conception, the rest of you really need to get a hobby. Other than sex. In March.
In other birthday news, hubby has decided this is an appropriate gift for our 3 year old:
It’s a 70cc 4-wheeler that goes 40kmh. It weighs 80kgs (which for your reference is more than me by about 30lbs). Oh, and we live IN THE SUBURBS. He’s using our 2 skidoos to barter. I’m not sure if this raises or lowers the redneck factor.