Anyway, it’s 11:00pm, and I know where my children are because I just tucked them in. Yeah. At 11:00pm. Go ahead. Judge. It’s fine. I can be judged because I’ve been up for two mornings in a row at 3am with Sophia. So, I’m really ok being judged because I’m just f-ing tired at this point.

Plus, the reason that they were up so late is that it was the debut of Friday Night Movie at the Hamiltons. In the theater. Or should I say theatre. No, that’s too pretentious.

It’s the theater that Grandpa G built. Yeah. Pretty much Grandpa G built the whole damn thing and then I took off a half a day today to help him put the fabric on the walls, which pretty much gave me carte blanche to take credit for the whole thing, right? Maybe not. Anyway, the theater is AWESOME! Plus, Angie brought a real movie theater popcorn maker which kind of made the whole thing blow up into like a true cinema experience (minus the part where we laid all over the carpet because there’s no furniture). Eh. Details. Details. We’ll get there. Regardless, we have a movie theater. Holy crap. We have a movie theater.

Yet, I need to tell you that nothing prepares you for answering questions that really have no answers. I mean you actually start to feel dumb. Like really dumb. Shouldn’t I know why the sky is blue or the grass is green or the dog likes treats or we are building a theater in our basement? Oh wait, I think everyone knows the answer to that last one.

Just so that you can truly feel my pain…I seriously had this conversation with Sophia the other day. It’s written word for word…

Sophia: What is that, Mommy?

Me: A dead plant.

Sophia: Why are you moving it?

Me: Because its dead.

Sophia: Why it dead?

Me: Because I didn’t water it.

Sophia: Why you not water it?

Me: Because I forgot.

Sophia: Why you forgot?

Me: I don’t know. I really don’t know why I forgot, Sophia. Maybe I was busy giving you too many kisses. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.

Did you catch that last part? That was me distracting her by stuffing food in her mouth so she couldn’t ask why anymore. It’s a not-so-clever tactic. Oh, don’t pretend like you haven’t done it too (if you’ve ever been around a 3-year-old for more than 10 minutes you have even if you pretend not to remember)

Luckily, she’s cute because she is wearing me out with all of these questions.

The number one most important thing that we’ve been doing is working on building a movie theater in our basement. Ok. Some of us have been doing that, and I’m using the exclusive form of “us” if that’s possible. Yes, I’ve worked on the basement less than anyone else including my Mother and Papa Harry who were only here for a week. I actually did spend one entire day working on it, and I was sore for like three days afterward.

In reality, this has been totally Grandpa G’s deal (with some sweat equity from Luke). From the second the Uhaul pulled up with all of the woodwork that he prebuilt in Texas, he’s been working around the clock. And by around the clock I mean from the time I get up in the morning to the time I get home from work…at which time we all enjoy a beer while I ogle the changes made that day. I can’t even believe that we’re getting so close. It’s actually gone by really fast (well for me…probably not for poor Grandpa). Anyway, we have tons of pictures better than these, but this is what I can scrounge up so use your imagination and trust me when I tell you that it is AWESOME!

Now for those of you who think that we’ve just chained Grandpa down in the basement, here’s proof that we actually hung out at the zoo where Grandpa G took some beautiful pictures…

It’s also already swim season down here (sorry to rub it in, you peeps living North of the Mason Dixon Line). We joined a new gym here (Lifetime Athletics) too that has an awesome outdoor pool with two water slides. It’s pretty fabulous.

Hmm…what else have we been up to? Well, I’ve been dislocating my shoulder just for shits and giggles. Set a new all time record – three times in one day. Not something to write home about so I’ve kind of kept that under wraps (figuratively and literally).

I’ve also been slowly planting my garden and some other areas of the backyard. I’m actually only a week or so away from my first zucchini from the garden…yippeee!

Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that we’ve had some turnover at work which has caused some stress and consternation. But that’s not fun to talk about so let’s look at pictures of Sophia eating a giant sandwich…

There, now the world is right again.

So today, Luke walked into the kitchen and said, “have you looked behind the chair in the living room lately?”

Ummm…why on Earth would I be spending time looking behind the chair in the living room? We don’t even use the living room, except for the occasional evening “Baby, Baby Oh” performance.

So, I walk over and look behind the chair. What do I find? Sophia has been hoarding (and I assume eating) food behind the chair. I would have given her the benefit of the doubt and assumed that she was just hoarding empty containers, but the yogurt was half eaten, the short empty container was filled with cheese curds before it went missing last week, and the parmesan was definitely almost full a few days ago. I can’t actually figure out how she downed the parmesan, but she must have done it somehow. And, lord only knows what was in the 1 cup container. That’s long since disappeared. It’s a wonder that she doesn’t eat anything at dinner.

Anyway, I think that I laughed about this for hours, but it won’t be so funny when she’s starring in her own episode of hoarders.

PS: Just to add to the list of things that I never thought I’d have to say… “No Sophia, you may not peepee in my grass, but thanks for asking first.”

In other news, I was out to lunch with a male colleague of mine (who has no kids) today and accidentally said “peepee” in the middle of a sentence. It was one of those working Mama mishaps that was completely mortifying. Peepee…who says peepee in the middle of lunch?

Oh, right, Sophia says peepee. In fact, she made us stop our conversation over dinner tonight so that we could al listen to her peepee on the potty. Yes. Really.

Then, I had to explain to her that you can’t just say that some girls are your BFFs and others are not because then the other girls might get upset. It just gets to be a mess so try to treat everyone fairly…blah blah. Of course, she probably didn’t listen to a word I said, but when she retold me the same exact story later, suddenly all the girls were in her list of BFFs so maybe she got it after all.

And if you are total behind the times and don’t know what BFF is then look it up.