Dodgeball and passport rejections

Last night, Max and I went with Mike to dodgeball.  Usually he is just managing the scene and the refs, but last night he was actually going to play, so Max and I just had to witness this.  Turns out, there was about 3 inches of space where we could sit in the gym, and those dodgeballs get flung at about 65 MPH.  The sound of the dodgeballs smacking into the wall and into human skin is terrifying.  All I could picture was a wild ball smacking Max in the face and then me getting branded "Worst Mom of 2014".  I had already forgotten to bring his winter coat along, so I really couldn't risk it.

We started wandering the halls of the middle school and ran into a woman who was working late.  She was so sweet and showed us an open classroom that had carpet and toys that we could play with.  I am reaching the point in my motherhood experience where I realize that germs are germs and germs are everywhere and maybe even a few germs are good?  So we plopped down on the carpet and played our little hearts out!  He acted like he owned the place, eating pictures of the actual students that were taped to the carpet (??) and flipping through their books (some were in Spanish...he didn't say it, but I think Max was really impressed by my ability to interpret).  We bounced a ball around and took a few selfies.  Just to be clear, I think solo selfies are ridiculous and should be outlawed.  Selfies with one or more peeps are fine.
**Mike played so hard that he burned a hole in his pants while sliding for a ball.  I love it!!!

I'm getting a blowout after work today.  I can't wait.  But really I can't wait for the hairdresser to try to get a brush through my hair because I haven't washed it since Sunday night.  I'm not sure when I'll stop bragging about how long it's been since I cleaned my hairs....check back in a few years.

We are in the process of getting Maxwell a passport, and last week we received notification that the photos we submitted for him had been DENIED, because his eyes had a pindrop amount of red (exhibit A) This tells me that whoever was processing his application got a call from her boyfriend in the middle of it, got into a silly fight about emptying the dishwasher or something, then returned to processing the application with a chip on her shoulder, so she denied an 8 month old a passport.  This is all purely speculation, but come on....ridiculous. Meanwhile, my sister's girls' passports were all issued, no problem, even though their photos made them look like blonde Icelandic children, when in reality they are all brown haired olive skin babes.  In the words of Gob Bluth, COME ON!!!!!

I just started watching 24 on Netflix.  Coming off of a Parks and Rec marathon, this has been quite a switch for me.  I get so scared watching it my legs get tingly.  This leads to me being scared at all times.  On the days that I leave for work early in the morning and it's still dark outside, I imagine what I would do if someone tried to accost me in my garage while getting into my car.  As I walk into my building and up the stairs to my office, I have my keys in my hand ready to stab any attackers.  Even now, picturing myself in any of the scenes from Season 1, I get tingly legs.  Let me pause to say a quick prayer that I continue to lead a boring, non-confrontational life where I don't have to steal a gun during a sexual assault and then hide a body in a barn.

Well, that about sums up my week.  I have Bronco Fever pretty bad, along with the rest of the state.  Can't wait for next weekend!!!!

Exhibit A: You be the judge: happy baby who
 wants to play in the sand in Mexico,
or potential threat to homeland security?