so the other day i get a text from my sister maddie
saying that my dad was making a snow object.
let me give you a little background..
growing up, almost every year, my dad would
make some sort of snow thing.
i guess making snowmen got old, so he made other things.
snowheads, snowdragons, and so forth.
he would spray them with food coloring and everything.
well i think it is the cutest thing in the world that he made one this year.
it started out as a teddy bear.
but then he remembered how awesome elephants are,
and how much i love them. so he made this.
and begged me to come over and see it.
man the things parents do to get their kids to come visit!
he even named it babar. after "babar the elephant" that we used to watch as kids.
you know that elephant that lived in france and had an english accent or something?
i am in love with him. and may or may not have wanted to take some
inappropriate pictures with him but sean refused to take them because
he felt "uncomfortable" or something. men.
anyway, my sister's blog has WAY better pictures of this elephant and my dad,
so you should go check out her blog here.
i love our little tree. it's fake and it smells like
plastic and i'm okay with that.
i just light my pine scented candle that i left
burning that one day and it is like
the real thing.
so sean does this thing, where he will put on his gym shorts and pull his pants
up as high as possible. i'm not quite sure why he enjoys doing it ALL THE TIME.
i dunno, doesn't make sense to me. suffocating the boys and all.
but he loves walking around sticking his bum out with his pants up high.
sometimes he dances and sometimes he just poses and keeps switching sides.
well the other day i gave him an early christmas present.
he is such a pansy and keeps complaining about how our house is
cold or something just because we have ice on the inside of our windows.
i personally think it's the perfect temperature but his "feet get cold"
and he will put on his "shorty" socks and gym shorts. i guess as a girl i would throw on
some heavy sweatpants, knee-high socks, and get under a warm blanket.
sean just sits there and suffers.
oh and by the way... who calls them "shorty" socks?
when we got married and sean said, "hey, can you hand me my shorty socks?"
i was like "WTF are those?"
he says everyone calls them that but i just thought we all called them ankle socks.
i dunno. i think i said, "okay Nelly... here ya go"
and he was like, "no, its Fitty Cent."
anyway, so he was cold so i bought him some nice lounge pants and he was so excited.
he has worn them everyday and keeps looking at his bum in the mirror.
i. love. it.
tonight he was doing the wedgie bum thing and i begged him to let
me take a picture so i could look at it whenever i am feeling down.
he wouldn't let me so i tried to give him a wedgie and take a pic at the
same time. but he was being all shy.
he said to me, "chloe, why would i let you take a picture of me like that. you would
put it on the blog at the expense of my integrity."
i said, "sean, you lost all your integrity when you married me. so get over it."
here are my babies (my cinemark cups) i love having 2 of them.
here is sean in his lounge pants.
he acts like they were just invented or something.
it's like he didn't know that shorts could actually be longer.
to be honest i don't feel that bad for him. i am dumbfounded
that he never even consider pants as an option.
but then i remember that i do really stupid stuff all the time.
so who am i to judge?
here i am.... satisfied.