Warning: This is really friggin’ cute.

The other night, Miles was, for once, really excited about going to school the next day. In English class, with Mr. Rob, they were going to be writing books! But when he came home yesterday, he was down in the dumps because for whatever reason, it didn’t happen. So I said, “then let’s write books tonight!”

And now I am the proud Mama of three published authors. It’s a small in-house publisher, very very exclusive. (Your DNA has to be just so in order to be published by this publishing house.) I am the editor-in-chief, the bookmaker (see that binding? that’s craftsmanship for ya), the typesetter (I chose a very unique handwriting font), and marketing director.

May I present our first three titles?

The Bunnies that Play Soccer, by Linus Kocke
The Lost Magic, by Miles Kocke
The Bunny that was Trying to Find a Treasure, by Oliver Kocke

Just like Amazon, I have a “look inside” feature.

 

 

I’ll let you know the release date on these titles. I expect it’ll be available for Kindle, Nook, and as an audiobook read by the authors.

Publicity photos of the authors with their works can be found here:

I have been informed by the authors that these titles will kick of three series about bunny pirates, bunnies playing sports, and a boy named Jacob. Stay tuned!

Sorry I haven’t posted lately, just have been crazy busy. Life, ya know. We went to Baton Rouge this weekend to spend some time with Grandee and Larry, which was nice. But I gotta share this funny from my mom…

Mom: I’m sad.Me: Why?
Mom: Two weeks from tomorrow, we’ll be packing to leave St. Lucia to come home.

Sniff, sniff. Isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard? In two weeks, it will almost be time for my poor Mom to leave a tropical paradise after a ten-day vacation. I get choked up just thinking of it.

Ha ha, Mom! Love you! Bring us back some t-shirts!

Now, some totally random pictures from the weekend…

 

 

 

 

 

Be warned. This is a topic that makes tempers flare. Passions run high on this one. You might get angry reading this post. You’re either going to be FOR or AGAINST this, and I really hope our friendship doesn’t suffer.

It’s Gogurt.

So here’s how Gogurt-gate 2013 got started.

So innocently. I was at the grocery store after work on Tuesday, and as always, was on the lookout for things to put in the boys’ lunchboxes that are at least mildly healthy, not too expensive, and that they might actually eat. I spied a pack of 8 Simply Gogurts (Strawberry flavored) and put them in my cart. The boys love “pink” yogurt (Yoplait Strawberry, only in the big container, as the small containers have chunks of strawberries, and chunks are unacceptable) and these tubes looked like a good bet. When I got home, I put them in the freezer, as I’d heard others do, so they would stay cold until lunchtime.

When the boys got home from school, I was pleased to see that the Gogurts were not in their lunchboxes anymore. I quizzed them on whether or not they’d eaten them, and I got yeses across the board. Success!

And then one of them mumbled that his assistant teacher said that Gogurts weren’t allowed because they were too sticky. I thought this was weird (I mean, aren’t kindergartners sticky all the time anyway?) so I went on Facebook and polled my friends list to see if Gogurt was allowed at their school. I guess I should have specified that I put the Simply Gogurts in their lunchboxes, but really, the point wasn’t that I sent the kind without artificial colors and HFCS. The point was that they were too sticky for lunch.

80+ comments later, the only thing I can say for sure is that Gogurt is a very polarizing subject.

PS I emailed the school principal, and I will abide by what he says. I certainly don’t want to get on the bad side of any of their teachers.

PSS I just had a good idea. I bought a pack of four of these to put applesauce in for Linus, so maybe I’ll get some more and fill them with pink yogurt myself. Should be neater.

Look, I can’t pretend to understand where this came from, but it’s pretty awesome, right? This video is going to really come in handy when the documentary about their lives (as a famous boy band, I’m guessing) is made. The producers are going to be so happy I filmed this.

Presenting, “Pig Race” by Oliver and his backup dancers, Miles and Linus. Enjoy.

Also, today is my sister’s birthday. Happy birthday, big sis!

Oh, I don’t mean between me and one of the boys, though I did get some of that on Thursday when Linus was “sick” and I had to pick him up from school. (He wasn’t really sick, he just said he felt like he needed to throw up, and therefore I got the call to pick him up. Later, he told me he drank too much water and that’s why his tummy hurt. Insert huge eyeroll here.)

No, this one-on-one time was with me and my mom. She claims I haven’t been to Baton Rouge without the boys since I was pregnant. While that is possible, it seems unlikely. I think I have been up alone one other time in the past five years and nine months. Hmm.

Most of our time was spent shopping. Woo hoo! I needed some new clothes for the fall, and if my mom wanted to treat me to some, who was I to say no? Rob her of that joy? That would just be mean. So I let her buy me a few things…

Obviously, getting a ton of new clothes is nice, but what was really great was hanging out with her and Larry without three screaming banshees running around. That may sound awful, but I’ll tell ya. It was relaxing.

And with that, I will leave you with this cute picture of baby Hank wearing one of the boys’ old onesies. Aw!