It would probably look something like this. Only less happy.
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Ah, how things would change. From our sister site, PregnancyHumor.com (also written and published by yours truly)…
New Year’s parties and resolutions may come and go, but one thing remains constant year after year: people’s affinity for wearing ridiculous New Year’s hats. And even better…? People’s affinity for putting ridiculous New Year’s hats on their pets — and sharing the pictures.
Happy New Year to us!
Husband hates granite
Wife wants a mansion for free
Realtor rethinks job
Some say show is fake
House already in escrow
But we are still hooked
I’d Rather Be Home
on Couch Watching House Hunters
Good bumper sticker
Makes me long for life abroad
‘Til I see li’l rooms
Small budget, first house
Makes for really boring show
Bigger is better
She demands fixer
He loathes tools and mess and work
Divorce court ahead
By now, you’ve all likely seen Gisele’s Instagram shot of her “multi-tasking” at work. Not to be outdone by the supermodel, I thought I’d post a photo of ME multi-tasking, as well. As you can see, my day-to-day life is similarly glamorous…
1. Be an overachiever when it comes to humiliating your pet.
1. Zosia Mamet’s breasts are now starring in the “Mask of Zorro!”
2. Will Arnett was apparently promoting his new spin-off of “Up All Night”: “Tanning All Night.”
3. Sofia Vergara has ample breasts! Where has she been hiding them all this time? *Ahem*
4. Merritt Wever just doesn’t know when to shut up! Geesh. I thought she’d never get off the stage.
5. Jon Hamm is positioning himself to be the next Most Interesting Man in the World.
Dance parties are a big part of being a parent, especially when you’re the parent of younger children. I love them because when I am hosting (or am summoned to) a dance party with my kids, they generally are staying out of trouble, getting along and having fun. There is also the bonus of getting to dance like a complete loon. Which, to be honest, is the only kind of dancing I’m good at.
My two-year-old son, Drew, has two signature dance moves: 1) running back and forth over and over again with great intensity; and 2) launching himself onto the carpet, as if he’s sliding into first base. I call it the “Pete Rose.” (Where my old-school Phillies fans at?!) I also call it the “Future Concussion.” It is important to pretend that move doesn’t hurt, despite your parent’s repeated cries of “Are you okay?” as you lie on the ground deciding whether to give in and cry.
Then there is my four-year-old daughter, Miss Skye, who has declared herself the family dance instructor. And I’m inclined to agree she’s the most qualified of our bunch. In fact, I received quite the dance lesson tonight, complete with the names of her moves. If you happen to be looking to expand your personal arsenal of dance moves, here’s how to cut a rug, preschooler-style:
TECHNIQUE: March around in circles and pop imaginary bubbles above your head. Demand that your mother follow suit: “POP THE BUBBLES, MOM! POP ‘EM! POP ‘EM!”
TECHNIQUE: “Point at the ground like you’re mad, Mommy!”
POTENTIAL DRAWBACK: You desperately want to laugh when your four-year-old says this to you (and demonstrates it with passion), thus undermining the whole suggested “mad effect.”
TECHNIQUE: Pretty self-explanatory. Pretend you’re smashing a marshmallow into your hand. Repeatedly. More advanced dancers can trying smashing it below their knees with a wide, sweeping arm, not unlike a chimpanzee.
TECHNIQUE: Hug yourself and give your mom a sweet smile while rocking back and forth. Tell her that the move is named after her. A move most wisely performed right before bedtime, to soften up your mother in hopes of delaying bedtime. (P.S. It works.)
These were all real dance moves I learned tonight, all aptly named by Skylar. When I told her I wanted to write them down (to share with y’all, of course), she nodded vehemently: “Yes! Good idea, Mommy! Leave the paper by the stairs so Daddy sees it and makes his dancing better.”
Oh yes, she did.
You see this, Mr. Candy? No more White Man Overbite — SMASH THE MARSHMALLOW!