pathetic.

i made dinner tonight (oven-baked french toast---(it was just a 'meh' for me...probably because it was supposed to sit overnight--i only had an hour)) and combined it with leftovers from LAST night (a delicious egg, biscuit, sausage, cheesy mess (i had(ve) 3 dozen eggs that go bad tomorrow which is why i've googled 'recipes that use a TON of eggs' about 25 times since yesterday).

ok, well like i said, the french toast portion was 'meh' but it certainly didn't stop me from eating three two disgustingly monstrous helpings. but the most pathetic part is this: when i re-heated my third second helping it was so.#&@*.hot. so hot that i had to use hot pads to get it out of the microwave. so i put it on the table to cool off.

and thats when the infusion of sausage and syrup overtook my body..
...and i took a mouthful (and by mouthful, i mean a fistful) of each entree.
at the same time.
(and let's be honest--it was so barbaric i may not have even used utensils)

the burning sensation was akin to the one you get when you take a swig of gas station hot chocolate (AKA HELL IN YOUR MOUTH). so i just swallowed it straight. burning all the way down to my belly. but apparently that wasn't enough. i did it AGAIN BECAUSE IT SMELLED SO GOOD. why do we do this to ourselves?? we know it's hot. it's literally singeing my nose hairs when i smell it but hey, i can try and cool it when it's already IN my mouth by exhaling out in really sharp breaths. you have all done it. you know exactly what i'm talking about.

and now? i can't taste anything at all.

pathetic.

here's the culprit

(but seriously, can you blame me? look at all those delicious delicious calories)

tralala tuesday

nothing special to report here.

except...

 i two pretty darling videos of the babies.

{so sorry it isn't more interesting}

first, ruby. 

in the video she is attempting to crawl and talk, 

though it's more like a wheel-barrel-type-booty move and drunken slurring.

it's so funny to us that ruby is 8 months and not crawling

{remember oliver crawling at 5.5 months?? you can watch here}

seriously NO complaints over here about her not crawling. 

i wanted her to be immobile for the next year.

sadly, no suck luck since tonight-a week later-she decided to start crawling forward 

(instead of her goofy backward stuff).

without further ado...

Untitled from Summer Mosman on Vimeo.

and oliver. that little terror. i love him.

a lot.

even when he throws his 2-year old, 40-pound self on the floor all the while screaming at the very tip-top of his lungs at {enter any store name} because i take my phone away.

 or pull his freaking binkie out of his mouth. 

{because let's be honest; he looks like a 4-year old. a 4-year old who still has a binkie}

"my phone! my beebee!"

sigh. i just wish the terrible twos would give me my oliver back.

anywho, the times where oliver isn't screaming like a banchee

he is reading books with his dad.

makes my heart melt every time i see how excited oliver gets for bedtime reading.

enjoy this long, albeit, sweet video of oliver reading!

Untitled from Summer Mosman on Vimeo.