Weekly Confessions

• We may have figured out the key to solving Jackson's bedtime battles. For the last week or so we've let Jackson sleep in his Iron Man costume. Or Eye-Ron man costume as Jackson likes to say. It hasn't completely ended the bedtime battle, but it has helped. I'm coming to grips with the fact that as a parent, you do what you gotta do!

  

• This week during a visit to a courthouse to visit a JPO I saw a guy in the waiting room for court. He was wearing a shirt that said, “Save Water. Drink Beer.” I can only hope he wasn’t in court for an alcohol offense.
  
  
• I have banned Scooby Doo in our house. We made the unfortunate parenting decision to let Jackson watch Scooby Doo on Netflix a few weeks ago, and from then on Jackson has become obsessed with Scooby Doo. He would have watched it 8 hours a day if we let him, which of course we didn’t. Whenever we would even pause a movie he would pitch a fit. After a few days of that I had had enough. Now, I’ve declared our house a Scooby Dooby Don’t Zone!
  
  
• My Mom is in Italy again, this time with our friend Crystal right now, visiting one of my best friends, and Crystal’s sister, Allison. I’m so jealous (in a completely good way, of course), but I just ask that you pray that they will have a wonderful trip. They left on Sunday, and will be back later this month.
  
  
• Today in the mail we got a magazine and a book for Jackson. I adore days when we don't get any bills!
  
  
• Several of my magazines are highlighting a new fall trend that I confess I completely don’t understand. It seemed like every fashion page was showing off these new “booties” that I think look utterly ridiculous, uncomfortable and impractical. It’s like 80’s fashion came back with a vengeance.

Am I alone?

And y’all, Dorothy from Golden Girls had this same pair in white.

See?

So in memory of Bea Authur, I recommend that we let booties and slouch boots RIP. Some things really are better in memory than in reality.

The End.