FORTY-ONE

One evening I was bored and knitted Yzma a house-elf-inspired hat. The hardest part was photographing her wearing it.

2014 week forty-one.

Attention: We might be out of the 90 degree weather over here!

Even though she eats the pieces she steals, she's not the worst puzzle helper in the house. *Ahem* Vera...

I thought she was sleeping in V's crib because it was safely out of toddler finger grasp, but then I found them both in there sleeping during nap. So, maybe it's just really comfy?

Hooray Homecoming for Matthew's old highschool!/ We love spying on his little brother while on his first date.

These faces are trying to tolerate the 99% humidity and 80 degrees at 8pm. 

10 minutes later... it was 68 degrees and windy! Obviously we were much happier.

This week we went to Matthew's old highschool's Homecoming game. Matthew has spent our whole marriage telling me how much he doesn't like to watch sports. But who was the one explaining every intricacy of football to me? Not V. She was busy stealing people's balloons and trying to touch someone's very expensive-looking black hair. Vera, don't you know you are feeding into a white stereotype!? Don't touch black women's hair! Or really anyone's hair; let's be real. The story this week is one of a tantrum -by me. We walked from the grandparent's house to the football game holding water bottles and cups of hot chocolate. When we arrived we were alerted to the sign that said something along the lines of "If you bring drinks in here then dishonor on you, on your family, and on your cow, etc." So because husband doesn't understand the intricacies of purse-carrying I was asked to smuggle the hot chocolate into the game. Then it took us about 10 minutes of up and down stairs bumping into people before we could sit down and I could extract the hot chocolate -having had my hands full with other paraphernalia. Don't worry, hot chocolate only got on everything. Luckily I had baby wipes or the tantrum that ensued would have actually resulted in tears. But I had to carry my (brand new!) sweater to the bathroom and wash it out. Mrs. Funnyjokes came up to me and said, "Too bad you had to come all the way to the football game to do your laundry." Yep. Too bad. >:[
The washing was therapeutic and brought flash-backs of Pursuit of Happyness (read: I realized what a bad night would actually have been), and I went back to my seat in a calmer mood. And luckily it was SO ridiculously hot I was having a hard time breathing and never needed my sweater. But really luckily, a huge storm blew in after the first quarter and we could enjoy the game. Though I could not keep track of that ball. I'm more cut out to watch snobby sports like tennis I think. We left at halftime so V could sleep a little. Apparently the game was paused twice to let a crazy thunderstorm pass and didn't finish until after midnight, at which point we lost. Hooray Homecoming!

P.S. Matthew felt super bad about the hot chocolate. I feel this information is very pertinent. He's not a boar.