Pajama Life

I've made it my mission to go out in public less these days.  Public requires dressing in something other than pajamas and checking my face in the mirror, and with my current level of energy, that's just too much for me right now.  Plus, its friggin' cold.  Texas cold, but that still counts. 
We really could write a book on weird ways to keep from going all REDRUM crazy on each other. 

 

 

 

I may have already posted this video, but its something we still do... or something I have the kids do so I can laugh at them.  This one is older, seeing as Tay is still sleeping in a diaper.

 
Ryan plays hide-and-seek with the kids.  Both kids tell him where to hide.  Explain the sense in "seeking" here.  ????  No kidding, here are two ways Tay picked for Ryan to hide:

How long do you think it took her to find him?

Other times, we will watch Tay do nasty things.  Like here, where she is drinking smoked oyster juice.  For realzzz, it was gross.  She does lots of gross things.

 

Or, we play "See where we can stick the baby"...

Maven has been in lots of things.  We also play this game with the older two.  One time, Ryan wrapped CK up in a blanket and stuck him on top of the fridge.  (For all the safety police out there, we told him to be careful!)

 

While we're on the subject of safety... The kids also do fun things like this:

And this...

 

On special occasions, Ryan and I really enjoy us a good old fashioned game of crippled.  I lay down and relax every single muscle, becoming a lump of dead weight... I, then, weigh 346 pounds.  I tell him I need to do various things such as check the mail, go lay on my bed, or whatever.  Ryan especially likes how my arms and legs fall around like wet noodles as he is trying to lift me.  It takes about 20 minutes for him to get half of my body off of the ground.  Then, after my stomach is rock hard from laughing uncontrollably, Ryan gives up out of exhaustion.  Wash.Rinse.Repeat another time.

 

Or, we will play a game of  "Who can find the biggest bra" at Target.  Christian won that game last time.  I had a pic of him wearing one cup over his entire head, but it somehow disappeared.  So, that image is left to your imagination.

 

Or, I will play match the babies.  I think I scored big time on this:

 

Sometimes, we pretend like our kids are the parents. To make this believable, Maven has to be in full character:

 

And then, there is this fun game (and ignore my lack of knowledge for the English language.  I had already been laughing so hard that my brain had turned to mush.  Or, I had a sudden onset of stage/video phone fright.):

 

BUT!... There are times when we do venture out.  (In all actuality, we are very busy people.  Which is why I savor the flavor of home life.) 

This is why I love Texas.  Shorts are winter clothes sometimes.  Sometimes shorts and a jacket are winter clothes.  Sometimes, shorts in the morning and a parka at night are winter clothes. 

 

Bam ventures, too.  He is a creeper dog.  Always there, you just don't always know he is there.  Maybe he'd prefer I call him a ninja dog.  Except he has a weight problem, so that isn't so accurate.

When we go out, I take "the others" and make them look cute.  Its my incentive for picking boogers off of the wall and wiping tiny hineys all day every day.

Otherwise, its life at home playing weirdo games in pajamas for us.