All-children, all the time. Actually, ALL of us are home, all of the time. If I explain that, I'll probably jinx it and K will have to fly all week.
I certainly jinxed the Fecal Catastrophe situation by blogging about it... ick. A Category Four happened yesterday, with a total of four clothing items contaminated. How do kids get poop on their socks? How does the stuff squish out onto just the bunched-up elastic waistband and no other part of the pants?
We went to a hockey game on Friday night, (Junior 'A' Hockey) Alaska Avalanche against the Fairbanks Ice Dogs. It was their pink-jersey night, when they auction off jerseys to benefit breast cancer awareness; one guy did a strip-tease while the auctioneer was bringing in bids for his jersey but I don't think that hockey-pants-crotch-sweat helped raise the price . Maybe Misterguy was watching, I don't know, but each time the music blasted during face-offs, he would race to the aisle and shake it UP. He grabbed the railing and moved his little hips and got some attention... then he pulled his shirt way up to show off his pecs and pranced around in front of about 40 people. It was funny at first but I think that was the Little Miss Sunshine moment.
So we've really been enjoying all of this family-time. The girls haven't had a throw-down yet, their snow-fort is getting bigger and bigger, and every night has been a popcorn-and-a-movie night. I don't think we'll be headed back to the rink anytime soon though.
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