Thankful

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I’m thankful you’re reading this even though I have all but abandoned this site for greener pastures. I’m thankful I have greener pastures at my disposal, even if they are currently hampering my writing here. I’m thankful for the hope that in a month or so, Crazybananas will be once again a place I visit daily.

I’m thankful Trent decided to let us take a road trip this Thanksgiving instead of battling the awful holiday airports. I’m thankful he is the best gift giver, and got Sirius/XM for my car for my birthday this year, so we’ll have plenty of tunes to choose from during our 9+ hour excursion.

If you are not so lucky to be braving a huge road trip with a three-year-old in tow (And seriously, why not? It will be sooo much fun!), you can just click ‘play’ below, and pretend you’re riding along with us. Real time roadtrip updates will be here, until I lose cell service, which will probably be 10 minutes in to said trip (damn you, AT&T!). Check for witty reparte between a grumpy Trent and Megan, and maybe even some gems from Lulu herself. Yesterday she told me to shut up. You can only imagine the joys that will come out of her mouth once she’s been strapped in a car for hours on end.

Yipee!


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Halloweenie

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Although the inactivity on this site may make it seem like we’ve dropped off the face of the earth, it is truly the opposite. We’ve had so much going on around here I just haven’t had time to write about any of it. Until my work slows down I may be continually absent from the world of Crazybananas, but today I’m taking a break from real-life programming to share some photos of our Halloween, before it’s Christmas and I decide backtracking would just be silly. This year Lucy went as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, as every Kansas girl is forced to do at some point in their youth. She skipped around singing about the yellow brick road and the wonderful Wizard of Oz thru my work’s party, a school party and trick or treating at my sister’s house and our own. Turns out though, her favorite part of the day was handing out candy to all the ghouls that came to our front door.

All in all, it was a pretty fantastic holidy.

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Conversations with a Nine (NINE!) Year Old

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My sister’s triplets turn nine-years-old today, which I’m in denial about because that means I’m nine years older than when they were born. Which is totally unreal. So I’m just going to pretend it’s not happening.

I spent most of my Saturday hanging out with my niece, who at the ripe old age of nine has learned how to properly roll her eyes. It’s glorious. And just in case you thought sarcasm skipped a generation, I recorded some of our conversations to somehow incorporate into her wedding video or graduation toast when she’s older. Because I’m her favorite aunt, and favorite aunt’s live to embarrass their kin.

Her: My mom said I couldn’t paint polka dots on my wall.
Me: Wow, sucks for you.
Her: Yeah, so I gave her a new nickname, “Spirit Crusher.”
The Mom: What?
Her: Spirit Crusher!!!!

Her: This scary guy walked in on a kid from our school in the bathroom. It was gross.
Me: Some people are so weird.
Her: You said I was weird.
Me: Well, you’re a good weird.
Her: What’s the difference?
Me: You’re weird, but I still like you.
Her: Oh. You’re weird too.
Me: Thanks.

Her: Why do you call yourself a nerd?
Me: Remember what I said about being weird?
Her: Yeah?
Me: Well, I like being a nerd. I’m a good nerd.
Lucy: Mama, you a NEEERRRDDD!
Her: {rolls eyes and looks at me}
Me: Um, yeah, well. Whatever.

Me: How do you like my new haircut?
Her: You look, um, different.
Me: Good different, or bad different?
Her: {Pauses, thinking} Good different.
Me: Nice save.
Her: Thank you.

You may be wondering why I have no conversations with the boys? Well, because they spent most of the day begging me for quarters to play the video games at the arcade and the other half playing football/kickball/baseball/dodge-ball/wrestling/testosternone-scares-me games with my husband. At one point my brother-in-law asked if they could have Trent over for a playdate once a week. Which further solidifies my argument that Trent is actually a nine-year-old.

A Recipe for a Proper Goodbye to Summer

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Take one part a Friday evening full of laundry
Two parts a three-year-old’s first ballet class
Sprinkle in a surprise visit to see some favorite cousins
Add a dash of a Jayhawk football game
Mix in a David Sedaris book and glass of bourbon (optional)
Pour in one cup of Kansas City Irishfest and one ticket to an inflatable bounce house
Add in the premiere viewing of a new office space
Stir with equal parts of farmer’s market visits (adjacent to new office space)

Take a break from cooking to enjoy a cherry limade on a street corner

Return to stove with some amazing in-laws who bring flowers and food
Add one husband, grilling up a storm for his last summer cookout
Combine with several bottles of wine, and a new song called “I Like Tequila”
(written by your husband and father in law)
Bake at 350 degrees or until a Julia Roberts movie comes on TV to distract you

For dessert, combine one part in-laws who take your kid all around town in the morning so you can sleep in
Add one closed Costco store, which can be substituted with one trip with your mother in law to the mall
Mix in a makeover session at Sephora with one adorable top from Banana Republic
(optional laughs over buying pantyhose)
Complete dish with one three-year-olds bathtime

Sit down with a glass of wine, a bad movie, and your computer

Savor your life

Americana – Part 1

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I’ve been procrastinating to the nth degree on processing and uploading photos from our Fourth of July at the farm, mostly because I still have a gazillion photos to go through, and you really need to see the ones of Trent, his mom, Lucy and Molly McGoo stuck on a paddle boat in the middle of the pond (HI-LARIOUS!). But as the husband has decided to take apart his computer again and I currently have no access to the hard drive where my photos are stored, this will have to do.

These shots include the first night at the farm where I aimlessly took pictures of every flower or plant in sight, hanging out with the fam in downtown Manhattan, the 4th of July carnival in Wamego, Kansas and a playdate with my friend Inger and her family, who were visiting from Maryland. Enjoy!

  • Part 2 will include explosions, a very muddy family, several rides on the Gator and blurry photos of a giant vat of sangria. Don’t let the anticipation overwhelm you!

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