Hey, hey, do the zombie stomp

If you know me personally and not just online, you know I have a special spot in my heart and mind for, um… zombies.

brains….

Luckily I have found in The Husband a mate who shares this love. Frankly, the couple that plans for the zombie apocalypse together stays together. And before you start thinking we’re crazy or anything, we prefer to sit and watch movies about zombies. And watch tv shows about zombies. And listen to audiobooks about zombies. And read books about zombies. And talk about zombies (seriously – if zombies are, in fact, dead, how do they digest human flesh? Aren’t all their organs dead? So why do they eat human flesh?!). And dress up our baby as a zombie.

Okay. We might be crazy.

So crazy, in fact, I’m instituting ZOMBIE FRIDAY!!!! here on momnipresent. I think it might catch on.

Last night The Husband and I couldn’t find anything we really wanted to do so we sat down and watched a zombie movie. It’s our go-to when we’re bored and/or indecisive. I recently found out that netflix has a zombie genre, so I added a couple of films I thought sounded interesting. And I landed on a gold mine. I present to you…

“AAAAH! ZOMBIES!”

This is seriously awesome. ZOMBIES WHO DON’T KNOW THEY’RE ZOMBIES!!!! Truly a game-changer.

Tune in next week to find out what’s next on…

ZOMBIE FRIDAY!!!!

Well it's time to begin as the summer sets in

After getting home from a great weekend with the inlaws, I got an envelope in the mail with the coolest fabric samples in it! Yay Big Sister! This stuff is awesome, and I can't wait to get started on what's sure to be the Great Robot Room Debacle. But no worries; it will turn into The Coolest Thing I've Done to Date right at the last minute. Then I'll have to think of The Next Coolest Thing to do; I'm already scheming, and I'm sure you will all be surprised and then jealous of my coolness.

Wouldn't it be totally rad to have a room full of toys? Just toys - shelves and drawers full of toys, a table to play with above mentioned toys on, a play kitchen and all sorts of play food, an entire bookshelf of books, a colorful rug, and a fun pillow shaped like a turtle to lay on. For some reason unbeknownst to the husband and myself, Joey refuses to play in his playroom! We tell him to go play there, and he screams like we told him to get Daddy's pliers and pull out his big toenail on his left foot (I know, I've told him to do the latter before and it's totally the same scream).

I'm so over it. I could turn that room into a future nursery or something and save myself the aggravation of a JoeyFit. I suppose that a lot of it has to do with how we had our old house set up; most of the toys were on a shelf in the living room and whatever wasn't was in his room. And we had no problem with him bringing the toys from his room to the living room. I was a single parent back then and it was easiest to keep him near me in the front of the house while I did whatever I had to do. But now I set aside a special area just for him to help contain the mess and he treats it like a cell in Sing Sing.

I've even considered going to a dark dark evil place: putting a tv and DVD player in the playroom. There I could research and develop my own special brand of zombie and start calling him The 3 Year Old Undead Wonder. I can totally see it now: him sitting on his knees with his arms lax at his sides, his head turned all the way up resting on the back of his neck, eyes open wide and his mouth open wider. I'd say "Joey?" and he'd grunt at me. I'd turn off the tv and he'd attack me with all the viciousness of a flesh-eating undead.

Remove the head!!!!!