wacky wednesday, er, thursday

Normally, I limit the words for a Wednesday post (thus, the ‘wordless’ …), but this video requires a bit of explanation. And, I realize I’ve been less than wordy here lately. Wait, you didn’t notice? Oh. Moving on.

Long story short, we found a new feature on my phone tonight. I haven’t played much with iOS7, but I did notice the native camera app had been updated. I was showing Connor when, suddenly, I saw ‘slo-mo’. Hmm, what’s that? Well, anyone that knows Connor is well aware that he can be quite the ham. He comes by it honestly. Back in the day when we had video cameras the size of a small child, my girlfriends (or cousins) would film television shows, newscasts, etc. If only I’d known then that people get paid thousands of dollars for a two-minute YouTube video. Bummer.

Well, when Connor saw we could make videos in slow-motion, he was all about it. I believe he has a future in physical comedy. And with that, I present to you, “Connor sings the ABC’s” (in slow-motion).

P.S. I did not encourage him to do any of that. And I tried to post last night but YouTube opted out of the slo-mo version initially, which isn’t nearly as funny. It’s all good now. The end.

why i miss monday nights

For the last seventy or so weeks (ok, 13ish), I’ve been glued to the tv on Monday nights. It’s not always at the same time (DVR, for the win!), but I usually tune in on Monday to watch the trainwreck otherwise known as The Bachelorette.

Now, I know what you’re gonna say … ‘Seriously?! It’s not real! You can’t fall in love in six weeks. No one ever gets/stays married!’ And my response would be … Everyone is entitled to their opinion. In fact, I even took a vow with two of my good friends once to never.watch.again. I can’t say what season it was (because I don’t recall) but somehow, like a fish takes the bait, I was lured back in. I am now officially a part of “The Bachelor Nation.” Wow, that does read as corny as I thought it would. Continue reading

day trips

(warning: long-winded, photo-heavy post ahead)

Connor came out of my room yesterday morning and his first comment was,  (with his as serious as he can possibly muster face) “Mom, I’m not going to that party with you today.” Oh, you may have noticed I said that he came out of my room … yeah, well, we had a sleepover Friday night. Don’t judge me. Continue reading