Life in List Form (Brought to you by my iPhone camera.)

1. The Whoorl household is illin’ this week. All three of us are drowning in Trader Joe’s tissues, although Wito seems to prefer using his sleeve/toys/sofa arm/remote control/pillow as a snot receptacle.

2. The fact that we all fell ill during Wito’s week off from preschool makes me want to cry, considering I was truly looking forward to the playdates we had scheduled for the week. For instance, tomorrow’s playdate will be held at my friend’s pizza parlor. Good friends, fun kids and ALL YOU CAN EAT FREE PIZZA. Do you realize how wonderful that 2-3 hours would have been for this here pregnant lady? DO YOU?

3. Speaking of being pregnant, I am 21 weeks as of last weekend. Halfway there, my friends, and about 2 photos to show for it. (The second one sure gets the shaft, don’t they?)  Here I am this morning in my (rapidly becoming too snug) Andrew Bird tee.

Interesting how I choose to take a photo of myself on the day that I feel like death. Revel in my natural beauty, folks! REVEL.

4. Many updates are currently going on at the house, and I promise to post some photos in the near future. It’s just that I’m more of a Before/After Photo kind of girl, opposed to a Check Out The Progress We Are Making Today gal. Although, there may or may not be a lovely man named Carlos painting our downstairs powder room navy as I type this.

5. Hell. While I’m randomly busting out my iPhone camera, here’s a shot of my favorite room in the house. Our upstairs loft, aptly named The Treehouse. I could sit here all day.

6. Finally, prepare for utter sweetness. We are big fans of The Sound of Music over here, and my nighttime duties usually consist of a four-song medley of sorts for Wito after D reads his bedtime story. (“Sixteen Going on Seventeen,” “Edelweiss,” “Doe Re Mi” and “My Favorite Things,” in case the suspense is absolutely killing you…)

Yesterday afternoon, Wito was feeling pretty crummy so he decided he wanted to sing “My Favorite Things” in hopes of feeling better. I think it may have helped a tiny bit. (Or maybe it was the ice cream.)

My Favorite Things from whoorl on Vimeo.

Happy Holidays!

We are currently in Oklahoma, awaiting the 3 to 7 inches of snow we heard might be making its appearance just in time for Christmas. Wito just might lose his mind in the presence of strange white stuff falling from the sky. We are cautiously optimistic, Mr. Weather! Please don’t disappoint this wide-eyed preschooler!

My father and I are also filming the sequel to this summer’s Candyman, which will be a hard-hitting documentary about my father’s quest to create the Perfect Chex Mix. (And he does make the world’s BEST, trust me.) It will challenge everything you previously believed about chex mix, and we have our fingers crossed for an Oscar nod. Cautiously optimistic.

In the meantime, please enjoy the vocal stylings of Wito. Happy holidays to everyone!

Jingle Bells from whoorl on Vimeo.

He’s All Grown Up

This very well could be one of those situations in which only I (The Mother) find a photo to be beyond precious, but WILL YOU LOOK AT MY BABY BOY’S FIRST SCHOOL PHOTO? What’s next? Drivers licenses and bershon? Pass the tissues, please.

(He inherited the flip-under-on-one-side/flip-out-on-the-other hair gene from his mother.)

Speaking of tissues, this pregnancy is sponsored by The House of Hormones. We popped into Disneyland Monday night for a quick dinner and fireworks display (god bless the annual pass), and my heart about bloody well burst from all the holiday sentiment. Shall we count the times I got teary-eyed?

1. Waiting in the Small World line. Check out my TwitPic. Isn’t it beautiful?

2. Watching Wito’s face during the Small World ride.

3. When Wito put his arms around D and I and declared, “we’re a family!” (Oh, COME ON. Your heart is made of stone if that one doesn’t tug a bit.)

4. During the fireworks and slightly cheesy Believe in Holiday Magic song. Okay, I might have experienced tears AND a lip quiver or two. WHAT? HORMONES. See for yourself.

5. When the snow started to fall after the fireworks. (Seriously. Real snow! Well, from snow-making machines, but whatever.)

6. While eating a Mickey Mouse-shaped cookie. (I’m not sure I fully grasp that one either.)

Wanted: Bake Sale Recipes

Like a Good Preschool Mother, I have offered my services for an upcoming bake sale.

Hmmm. What do I make? I would totally do the pumpkin brownie thing, but I don’t think the consistency will hold up well. (They want the items in plastic bags tied up with ribbons.)

Do you have an absolutely fantastic recipe for cookies, brownies or bars? Please help, as I desperately want the school moms and teachers to liiiiiiiike meeeeeeeee.

(Especially since Wito had a little accident involving poop remnants at school yesterday. Which was beyond mortifying. THE SITUATION IS DIRE, YO.)

Fall means pumpkins! (And overzealous goats!)

Gratuitous October pumpkin patch shots.

Apparently, Wito is one with the goats. He would have stayed in that stinky pen indefinitely, but ultimately grew tired of a crazed woman slathering him with the contents of an industrial-sized bottle of Purell every 25 seconds. (I wonder who that could have been?)

I mean, I’m all for petting a sweet little goat or two, but this?

Goat bum rush! from whoorl on Vimeo.

That gets me twitching. Local boy contracts rare Goat Flu at Pumpkin Patch! Shudder.

Anyhoo. We rode in wagons.

We learned about the farm.

We looked at hundreds of pumpkins.

Yet we weren’t able to LEAVE WITH A PUMPKIN because the minute we made our way towards the actual pumpkin patch, SOMEONE threw an astronomical tantrum in a wheelbarrow. Dear Pumpkin Patch, I guess we’ll be back soon! I bet you can’t wait!

Damn three-year-olds and their attitudes.

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