Beware


So, I am sitting there with the perfect nap time combination of being freshly showered with a sundae in hand watching the sub-par but still trashy enough to be entertaining Real Housewives of Miami thinking up an excuse to go to the grocery store so I can buy a pie for pi day when it hits me. Tomorrow is the Ides of March, the day of the annual race my sister and I have to be the first text the other: Beware. Even better, I realized, I could make a laurel wreath and a toga and dress Spencer up at Julius Ceaser for a blog post. Awesome!

But that seems like a lot of work. And I am sick, although on the mend according to¬† my mom’s maxim of: if you can eat ice cream you are better (see aforementioned sundae). So, I am trying to think of a short cut when it comes to me in a flash, give him a knife and make him Brutus.

And then I lost another 30 minutes pondering the ramifications of posting a (however well intentioned) picture of a toddler with a knife online. It ranged from minute (likely) to viral (unlikely) to CPS (super unlikely) and I spent another 20 minutes bemoaning the fact that we had no prop stores in town where I could get a fake knife. So, I went back to Ceasar and made a garland out of felt, super glue and ribbon in about 10 minutes and it looks it, but whatever. I have already invested way too much energy in this project and I am still (mostly) just in the thinking stage.

So. I think all of this. I do all of this. And the toddler won’t cooperate for pictures. I gave up and we went and played outside.

Happy Ides of March! Oh, and BEWARE!

 

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10 Responses to “Beware”

  1. Jessica says:

    Such a cutie and love the ice cream rule, I may have to borrow that one for my own household.

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  2. TMae says:

    Beware the Idea of March….picture me muttering that slightly under my breath.

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    Amy Reply:

    Yeah, your march hasn’t been so awesome so far, has it… Maybe the Ides will turn things around.

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    TMae Reply:

    Seriously? A typo in a comment? I’m going back to bed.

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  3. Suzanne says:

    I am always extra nice to the dog today, in case he gets any ideas, what with being named Brutus and all.

    And psh, your toddler needs at least a SHARP knife before CPS gets involved. Or at least a knife and a beer.

    BEWARE!!

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    Amy Reply:

    I thought about stealing a picture of your dog to play the Brutus role. If I had photoshop and knew how to used it, I would have given him a knife, too. It is probably a good thing I am too lazy to attempt most of the random ideas in my head.

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  4. Brigid Keely says:

    Oh my god I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

    One of my regrets about Niko’s birth is that I didn’t go ahead and trigger the OMG CASCADE OF INTERVENTIONS!!!!!! which would have lead to him being C-Sectioned out of me on the 15th, instead opting for terrible horrible back labor and a C-Section on the 16th. Buddy, you could have had a COOL birthday. Sorry ’bout that.

    Of course, he could have helped by, you know, actually descending. I think he just slept through it all.

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  5. Natalie says:

    Hahaha! I love this. Also? The knife doesn’t just have to be sharp, it has to be in his mouth, or he has to be running around with it. Just him holding it means nothing. CPS would laugh at you. LAUGH!

    Pfft.

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    Amy Reply:

    I’m not sure if I want to know why you know this. Will be checking the girl’s room for machetes when I visit.

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    Natalie Reply:

    HA! The girls have this fake knife that came with their cut-able fruit/veggie set they got for Christmas & Bill is totally paranoid about how they use it, and it is to be used JUST LIKE A REAL KNIFE.

    You can imagine how many times they have come out of their room with it in their mouth, or behind their ear, or even pretending to cut each other. A LOT.

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