Shirts and Whatnot

As you surely know by now, every year we go to Disneyland with Chris's family. And every year, we all get matching shirts in totally obnoxious colors. That way we can see each other if one half of the group is at Splash Mountain while the other half of the group is at Space Mountain. They're pretty much that noticeable, especially when you travel in a pack of 18 people.

We missed the 2009 festivities since Zach was born a few days later, but we didn't miss the shirts. Despite not going, we each got our own so that we could reuse them for the 2010 shindig. They're almost florescent yellow, and they have the wrong year on them, so I decided they needed a little spicing up, courtesy of a great idea that my friend Nichole had.

I headed down to Walmart, got myself some Sharpie Pens (super fine-tipped permanent markers), downloaded some coloring pages off of the internet, and started tracing:


Let me just toot my own horn here for a minute. They are su-uu-uper cute. The boys liked them so much that we had to break apart many near fistfights over who got to have their shirt done next.

Jezho is jumping for joy about his "hot dog" shirt! And yes, I am totally aware of the fact that his hair is struggling. Speaking of struggling, you should have seen him at Walmart the other night when we got the pens. Crocs with socks, pants waiting for a flood, this waaaaay too big Disneyland shirt handing out of the bottom of his sweatshirt that is ripped at the neck (creating a mock v-neck), a too small sailor hat, and to top it off, a semi-poopy bum from an accident at Joann's (we're potty training). Nice. Anyway, just look at the shirt, will you?


Matt might not take his shirt off until we get to Dland in a few weeks. Z gets the Mad Hatter. "MUSSSTARD? Let's not be silly!"


I have been scolded a few times for not posting any recent pictures of Z, so here you go. Recent-ish:


If you knew any of my other kids at this age (particularly Matt), you'll know that I'm going to be in serious trouble if I don't label their baby pictures. My kids are most assuredly cut from the same cloth.

Anyway, Z is 5 months old now (sniff, sniff). His bag of tricks includes rolling over both ways and drooling up a storm. He still has to be attached to a parent at almost all times, so we call him our barnacle. He's sick right now, for the 2nd time in a month. Poor little man. Get your rest.


In other random news, I would like to tell you that if you have a plant in a pot that won't survive the winter, bring it into your basement mechanical room, put a light on a timer so that it gets some fake sunlight, and watch it bloom. In January. Weird!


Finally, one tip. I don't necessarily suggest you let you kids get doughnuts with purple frosting. It will, in fact, turn them into Violet Beauregard.