Today we celebrated World Hypnotism Day. Imagine if the whole world celebrated at the same time. The earth would essentially grind to a halt and psychiatrists would rule the earth. Ack. Unless everyone self-hypnotized and then what? Between this and the cat tiara I'm thinking I need to get a life. But I digress...
Happy World Hypnotism Day! We celebrated by doing what any good parents would do - we hypnotized our child to meow like a cat and clean the house. Ok, ok, that's not what happened, but it's fun to dream. Dr. Freud whipped out his handy pocket watch and had the kid in a trance like state in seconds. Spence pretty much looks the same as if he's in front of the TV. Hmmm....
But the fun didn't stop here. It was also Dimpled Chad Day. Seriously. You can't make this stuff up. Well, I guess technically someone did. Mark and I got a little sentimental and misty-eyed celebrating Dimpled Chad Day. This holiday spawned from the election debacle of 2000 and guess who was born in November 2000? The day Spence was born we still didn't know who our next president would be and dimpled, pregnant and hanging chads were still being debated, counted, and recounted. If I hadn't been hopped up on Percocet at the time I may have caught onto the coincidence of the gorgeous, dimpled poop-machine in my arms and the chad issue, and a Chad Buehlman may be living with us now. So in honor of this holy of holy days we made a little dimpled chad...
And since we are big ole goofy nerds, we had to hypnotize Chad...
It had to be done.
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