Virtual Coffee

Well, good morning!!! I'm linking up with Amy over at Lucky Number 13 again for Virtual Coffee.

I love Tuesdays. I love it when you come over to share coffee with me!!

If we were really having coffee this morning...

I'd show you this mug:

I've had this mug since I was very little. Since my name is Virginia, and no modern child's name is Virginia or Ginny, I had a hard time finding this with my name on them when I was little. Like pencils or cups or those neat-o school supplies that all the other kids could by because there names were Jennifer or Sarah or Tiffany. Not me, though.

I'm not saying I don't like my name. I happen to like it a lot. I'm just saying that my childhood had some major traumatic experiences with not being able to have junk that I'd lose and throw away with my name plastered all over it. It was rough.

Anywhoo, this is one of my favoritest mugs. It was chosen amongst many to be the holder of my coffee this morning. If you were really here with me, I'd show you my mug cabinet and allow you to choose your own mug:

If we were really at my house drinking coffee, I'd show you how my dining room has been overtaken by legos. Again.
Ever since we brought home the thousands of tubs that Evan had accumulated since childhood, he and the girls play with legos all the time. For hours. I'm not really complaining because sometimes, I can even read in the living room all by myself. It's heavenly. Currently, Elisabeth is building a multi-level hotel.
Evan just builds planes and cars that Julia loves to play with and destroy so that Evan will rebuild them for her. It's a partnership that is working out swimmingly for both of them.
If you were really here for coffee this morning, I'd tell you how Julia completely defeated me yesterday in the battle of the two year old.
Though she might be very cute in those pigtails, the girl is a stubborn brute. She has taken up crying when she wants something, is upset about something, might need something, is thinking about maybe needing something. And it is the most annoying fake cry in the universe.
I don't do fake crying. It's actually something I deeply despise. And yesterday, I just didn't have it in me to deal with her in a calm, patient parenting manner. I may or may not have told her several times that I was going to lose my mind if she didn't stop with the crying. I might have told her that I would put her on the front porch and lock all the doors. I may or may not have recruited Elisabeth to deal with her while I tried to cook dinner that wasn't anywhere near done till after 7:00PM. There is a possibility that I contacted my sister-in-law telling her that I was running away from home.

I can't say for sure whether any of these things occurred. I'm pleading the fifth.

I will say that, after a good night sleep and Julia sleeping in till almost 7 this morning, I'm feeling better. I feel energized and ready to take on the world of Julia.

If you were really sitting at my kitchen table with me drinking a second cup of coffee, I'd apologize for ranting about my stellar parenting. I'd ask you how you week has been. I'd ask if you have decorated for fall yet. I'd offer you some apple pie that I'd made. I'd tell you that if you like it, I'm posting the recipe on my cooking blog later on today.

Then I'd tell you how next time you come over, I'll have some cinnamon rolls for you. My lovely, wonderful, beautiful friends Kim and Rachel are coming over tonight and we're making Pioneer Woman's cinnamon rolls.
We will be splitting them between us because they make like a million. I plan on freezing some so that I don't eat a third of a million cinnamon rolls in a day. I'm thinking that wouldn't be good for my waistline (unless I'm planning on making my waistline non-existent). Then I would tell you how much I love these girls and I don't know what I'd do without them. Probably crumple in a lonely heap and wither away. How sad to think about Colorado Springs without them.

As you were leaving, I'm sure I'd ooh and ahh at the weather and the bright blue sky and the mountains in the background. I'm make you ooh and ahh too. I'd promise to save you some of the cinnamon rolls and tell you that I truly love Tuesday morning coffee with you. Then I'd probably have to hurry back inside before my stupid cat, Roosevelt, tried to run away. Again.