put that thing back where it came from or so help me

"that thing," of course, being the freaking sun.

i hate the heat. hate it. i realize that i totally live in the wrong place for not being a fan of the sun and hot weather, but hey. everything and everyone i know and love is here. i ain't about to leave. so i'll just have to be the oddball who really loves "june gloom" and cloudy, rainy days and shakes her fist at the weather girl on the news when she announces oh-so-cheerfully that it'll be 95 degrees downtown all week - which, of course, means that it'll be over 100 in the valley. yay.

i'd had friday marked in my calendar as the day of free pinkberry - they were offering full-sized cups of yogurt for free from 5:00 till 11:00. i was super excited until i realized that it was for the purpose of introducing their new summer flavors - coconut, passionfruit, tropical swirl, and some horrendous-looking fruit parfait. blech. i was bummed, but glad i hadn't gone and stood in line for that shit. gross.

this weekend, the wan house was the house of sweat. i managed to inherit the fun perspiration gene that runs in my family, and the hub is right up there with me. of course, this means that both the teen and the bean are just fucked. heh. the bean spent a good chunk of the weekend hanging out like this:

well, okay, she didn't wear the monkey all the time, but little else. i actually really dislike seeing kids who are just kickin' it, dressed (or not dressed, as the case may be) in a diaper, but i figured it was okay because we were at home, and it was hot freaking sweaty balls out. ew.

while cleaning out a drawer, the hub came across mollydog's pink satin jacket, complete with white fur collar. i'd forgotten we even had this for her. doesn't she look pissed as hell?

and then to add insult to injury, we found her "necklace" and added that to her ensemble.

the bean decided to get in on the action when she found a purple leash. but molly wasn't having any of it. heh.

the teen spent most of saturday hanging out with BFF, after having spent the night over there on friday. she came home late that night after going to see the "transformers" sequel, as we were kickin' it old school and watching "top gun" on DVD. i feel the need. the need...for speed. ha!

i decided to get up and make some breakfast on sunday morning, and thought some puff pancakes sounded good. i filled some with peanut butter & marshmallow fluff, some with nutella, and we munched as we attempted to play a "twilight"-themed board game that the teen had bought last week.

btw, if you come across this game at target like we did, DON'T pick it up regardless of just how big a twilight fan you are. i'm serious. this game is super duper lame. i tried to talk her out of it at the time, but there was no stopping her. and it was her money, so i wasn't about to tell her what she could and couldn't do with it. i figure, she'll just learn from her mistakes.

later, as the bean fell asleep and the teen was completely bored and dying to get out of the house, the hub suggested that we go see a movie. i felt kind of bad that we were leaving him sweltering at home in the sweatbox - especially as he hasn't seen the inside of a movie theater since the night before the bean was born - but he shooed us out of there, saying they'd head over to the grandparents' house to visit and suck up some of their A/C while we were gone. so we let ourselves be talked into going to see this:

i won't spoil it for anyone, but i'll tell you this: while the screenwriters mostly stuck to the original story, there's definitely a plot twist or two. you may have read the book, but even if that's the case, you don't necessarily know what's going to happen. i'll also warn you to bring tissue, or grab a handful of napkins at the snack bar (like i did). the teen and i cried damn near throughout the entire movie - from the first ten minutes-ish all the way to the end. like, my face was all puffy and swollen by the time we left. i wasn't smart enough to bust out the waterproof mascara like the teen had the forethought to do.

back home, she had fun with her sister as we finally sucked it up and turned on the A/C. and yes, she was fully clothed when she and the hub left the house, but the dress came right off as they got home. they twirled around and around till they were both dizzy.

after feasting on some yummy homemade spaghetti and meatballs, which is one of the cheapest but most delicious meals on the planet, we dug into this:

i'm a sucker for trying new ben & jerry's ice cream flavors, and the teen was sucked in with the promise of fudge chips in the shape of peace signs. i think my girl is a hippie at heart.

bubbles, brothers, and (still) being bad

the bean and i spent day two of "mommy and me" time just chillin' at the casa. she'd gone to storytime at the library with her grandma, and when i walked in the door she'd just fallen asleep. after sitting quietly for the stories and songs, then running amok in the children's section, coloring, and playing with the toys, they went home and had some lunch, and she passed out cold on the couch not long afterwards. she's far from being a difficult child anyway, but i'm really glad she's making it so easy for MIL during this first week.

having missed her like mad and a little bummed that she was knocked out (as usual, i'm super sappy mom, shut up), i sat next to her as she slept and ate my ginormous pastrami sandwich that MIL thoughtfully brought for me from the hat. she'd also picked up a coke to go with it, which i was sucking down like there was no tomorrow until i remembered my vow from the previous day to abstain from soda for a couple of days. oops. well, i'd already fucked it up with the gastronomical concoction i was plowing through, so i figured, eh, whatever. i could (and should have) seriously have stopped eating after i polished off the first half, but nooooo. i just kept on going. ha!

when she finally woke up, she rubbed her eyes, got a nice big stretch in, sat up, and held her little arms out to me. i love when she does that.

and we cuddled for a while before she decided it was playtime, and thrust the bubble wand at me. "buuuu-bowwwww. mom! buuuu-boowwwww!"

then i subjected her to another mini-photo shoot.

later, as i perused my facebook page, a picture of the teen's most favorite boys on the face of this earth caught my eye. their next webcast was scheduled for later that afternoon, and although the teen wasn't around, i decided to check it out.

i sent the teen a text message to see if she was watching, and although she doesn't have facebook, she was indeed tuned in. so [sappy mom alert #2] i continued to watch, feeling as though i were a little closer to her as we sat 25 miles apart and viewed the same thing at the same time. the bean, playing close by, heard the music playing and trotted right over to check things out. she got really excited when she saw the jonas brothers on the screen. "oooooooh!" she breathed.

and then she stared, entranced, for a few minutes before climbing up onto my lap to watch the rest of the webcast with me. the entire hour, folks. hilarious.

after i got her down for the night, i decided it was a great time to have some ice cream. then i remembered the delectable-looking ben & jerry's treats i'd picked up the day before, and i scurried right over to the freezer and pulled one out.

it was a complete dessert, meant to be flipped over and served upside-down. i wondered how that would work out, since it was frozen and stuck inside a paper cup, but those clever folks at ben & jerry's thought of everything: they'd placed a little perforated circle on the bottom of the cup. i poked my finger through, slid the whole concoction out onto a paper plate, and pulled off the cardboard circle that covered the top. or bottom. whatever.

this is "flipped out": peanut butter ice cream with peanut butter swirls throughout, topped with chocolate sauce and fudge chips, all sitting on a layer of brownie chunks. oh mah gah, it was fantastic.

so much for that 30-day shred. pwah!