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OK so it’s a big day.  I get it.  I’m sure we will all be inundated with nothing but doomsday Election Day coverage in our news feeds and I don’t know about you, but I just need a break from all the seriousness.  So, I give you “Miller Musings,” a random collection of crappy iphone photos I’ve been taking along with stories I’ve been jotting down in my phone because I want to remember them.  And by stories, I mean super embarrassing mom moments that happen as I’m out and about with my crazy crew.  Maybe you can read these and get a laugh while you wait in line for 5 hours to vote.

First up, I give you #lifewithcoco.  I think we always assumed he would grow out of it, but at this point we might need to consider that he’s not going to “grow out of it.”  Recently I took him in one of my favorite stores in Jenks – Cookiedoodle.  I’m over talking to one of the saleswomen about whether or not they can make unicorn cookies on 12 hours notice for Emmy’s birthday party and I hear this….

“Excuse me ma’am??”  (at least he used his manners, I thought to myself as I go back to talking to the sales lady)

No answer so Cohen gets louder.  He’s still using the word “ma’am” but his tone no longer sounds that nice.

“EXCUSE ME MA’AM I said can I have some samples of that chocolate ice cream so my mom doesn’t have to pay for it?!?”

Awesome.  I looked at him and said, “Cohen, that’s rude!”  but he just looked at me like I was crazy then stared at the lady as if he was saying, “Well are you going to give me that chocolate ice cream or not woman?”

Yep.  That’s life with Coco right there.  He says absolutely whatever he thinks, whenever he wants, ALL THE TIME.  At the same time, now that I write this, I’m kind of proud of that little dude.  I mean, he knew there was no way in heck I was buying him chocolate gelato so he was persistent.  One thing I can say about Cohen is that he is undeniably tenacious.  He goes after what he wants with 100 percent effort, even chocolate gelato.  Now that I think of it, I go after chocolate gelato with 100 percent effort, unfortunately, so he without a doubt gets that from me.

Speaking of other things Cohen says to embarrass the heck out of me, I had a friend tell me the other day that she saw Cohen at the Jenks football game.  She started laughing and I said, “OH no, what did he do?”  She proceeded to tell me that she called his name when he walked into the Jenks stadium and waved at him to say hello.  She said he looked up at her—confused for a second until he placed her—then a look of recognition washed over his face.  Apparently when he realized who she was, he then waved at her and screamed up at her in front of the entire Jenks home section…

“MY MOM ISN’T HERE BECAUSE SHE HAS A HUGE RASH.”

Awesome.  My 7 year old just announced that I had an unidentified “rash” to all of Jenks.  At a football game.  Just to clear things up if you heard my son scream that I had a rash, it was actually a second or third degree chemical burn on my leg.  But that is an entirely different story altogether.

So moving onto shopping with kids .  Lord have mercy I thought as they got older I thought it would get easier but NO.  Take below for example where I had to run into Nordstrom Rack over fall break.  Of course there was a huge line—because it was fall break—and my kids disappeared.  I’m sorry if you heard me yelling at them throughout the store because I didn’t want to lose my spot in line, which, unfortunately didn’t work.  Here’s how I found them, with matching bear or puppy dog (I don’t know what the heck they were) ear muffs on, which they proceeded to beg me to buy for 10 minutes.  I’ll have you know that I stayed strong and didn’t give in and buy them those mystery animal ear muffs; BUT, they did talk me into wearing a pair (bottom right picture).   Oh yes, and they were also playing hide and go seek in the middle of the store and hiding amongst the racks.  Visual picture—my oldest son is 5’5″ tall, and he was running amuck and hiding in the middle of the clothes racks at Nordstrom Rack.  Again, AWESOME.

Finally, I leave you with a little election day humor.  What?  Humor on election day.  How dare I!!!  I know you guys but seriously I can’t take it anymore.  Whether your voting Democratic or Republican, whether your for Trump or Hilary, you know what…we are still ONE NATION UNDER GOD.  And you know what I think? It wouldn’t hurt us all to come together and laugh a little bit.  Maybe we could be a little bit more kid-like for a second and just be happy and lighthearted.  Take Cohen for example…when we watched one of the debates his only question was this…

“What is going on with their hair?”

Good question Cohen.  Good question.

Apparently it all boils down to whoever has the best hair for Cohen and if that’s the case, it’s definitely a stiff race and I have no idea who is going to come out on top.

Happy Election Day from the Miller’s.

Peace Out,

CC.