visiting Kasey
playing, laughing and eating
having the best time
Jackson is so big
so is Riley's curly hair
cutest boys ever
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
It's Time.
It's time to get serious about something.
Something I think all of my six readers can (hopefully) relate to.
It's my husband.
My loving, devoted, intelligent, hard working, and respectable Robert. As wonderful as he is, there is one thing he is absolutely horrible at. And that is.....
DUN-DUN-NA-NAAAAAAA.......
Dressing our daughters.
Especially, dressing Olive.
On RARE occasions when it is his responsibility to clothe our oldest, the outfit or "Rob uniform" if you will, no matter the weather, predictably consists of the following:
* One of her two, now too small, belly exposing, short sleeved Dinosaur T-shirts
* Ankle-biting, size 2T jeans (she is currently wearing 4T)
* Pink New Balance "running" shoes without socks
All complimented by a finger-brushed ponytail loosely fastened at the nape of her neck.
It's perfection to his standards.
It's a train wreck to mine.
So, the other day when he was begrudgingly asked to dress Olive, you can imagine my utter disbelief when she emerged from her bedroom looking like this:
BEAUTIFUL!!!!
Cute dress with matching tights (which I can't imagine him taking the time to squeeze her sausage-like thighs into), fancy patent leather shoes with her hair down and held back with a headband!!?????????
ALL MATCHING!!
I was astonished!!!!
Elated!!!!
Excited!!!!!
He finally did it! He dressed her in something that I not only approved of but, would actually take her out of the house in!
But, unfortunately there was a catch.
A catch so unbelievable that I will let you, one of my six readers, guess what it is.
Now, where was impeccably-dressed Olive headed to?
A. Church
B. A fancy party
C. A wedding
D. Noah's Bagels
Poor Rob.
He was so close.
Something I think all of my six readers can (hopefully) relate to.
It's my husband.
My loving, devoted, intelligent, hard working, and respectable Robert. As wonderful as he is, there is one thing he is absolutely horrible at. And that is.....
DUN-DUN-NA-NAAAAAAA.......
Dressing our daughters.
Especially, dressing Olive.
On RARE occasions when it is his responsibility to clothe our oldest, the outfit or "Rob uniform" if you will, no matter the weather, predictably consists of the following:
* One of her two, now too small, belly exposing, short sleeved Dinosaur T-shirts
* Ankle-biting, size 2T jeans (she is currently wearing 4T)
* Pink New Balance "running" shoes without socks
All complimented by a finger-brushed ponytail loosely fastened at the nape of her neck.
It's perfection to his standards.
It's a train wreck to mine.
So, the other day when he was begrudgingly asked to dress Olive, you can imagine my utter disbelief when she emerged from her bedroom looking like this:
BEAUTIFUL!!!!
Cute dress with matching tights (which I can't imagine him taking the time to squeeze her sausage-like thighs into), fancy patent leather shoes with her hair down and held back with a headband!!?????????
ALL MATCHING!!
I was astonished!!!!
Elated!!!!
Excited!!!!!
He finally did it! He dressed her in something that I not only approved of but, would actually take her out of the house in!
But, unfortunately there was a catch.
A catch so unbelievable that I will let you, one of my six readers, guess what it is.
Now, where was impeccably-dressed Olive headed to?
A. Church
B. A fancy party
C. A wedding
D. Noah's Bagels
Poor Rob.
He was so close.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Haiku Friday!
stuck inside again
this week it was Olives' turn
nasty cough and cold
darn you Old Navy
fifty percent off sale price
hide all bags from Rob
only six more days
road trip to Folsom with kids
hide all bags from Rob
this week it was Olives' turn
nasty cough and cold
darn you Old Navy
fifty percent off sale price
hide all bags from Rob
only six more days
road trip to Folsom with kids
hide all bags from Rob
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Haiku Friday: Love Edition!
My sweet family
what would I be without them
old lady with cats
so grateful for blogs
hours of entertainment
total blog stalker
Love all of my friends
play dates, Chik-fil-a, parties
my life is complete
what would I be without them
old lady with cats
so grateful for blogs
hours of entertainment
total blog stalker
Love all of my friends
play dates, Chik-fil-a, parties
my life is complete
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Kasey, This One's For You.
See! I have two teeth!
I am very happy about it.
I am also very happy about visiting you in just two weeks!
Oh, how I look forward to grabbing fistfuls of your curly locks and trying to swallow your nose whole.
And, gnawing on a few freckles with my new sparklers.
I can't wait!
I am very happy about it.
I am also very happy about visiting you in just two weeks!
Oh, how I look forward to grabbing fistfuls of your curly locks and trying to swallow your nose whole.
And, gnawing on a few freckles with my new sparklers.
I can't wait!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Infirmary
Last week, Maggie was sick. You name it, she had it. Or, was trying to pass it. Needless to say, we spent a lot of time at home.
Coincidentally, some of Olive's "toy friends" were sick too. As I cared for Maggers, Olive cared for her dear, ailing friends the best way she knew how. I must say, it sure put a smile on my face to enter various rooms of the house and see the following:
"Olive's Doctor Hospital"
Hospital uniforms and gowns are nonexistent due to budget cuts.
"I have to be naked so I can fix you", she would say to her patients.
***Disclaimer*** I promise I was fully clothed when caring for my baby, as was our pediatrician all 3 times we saw him last week. I'm not sure where she got the idea for Olive's Doctor Hospital to be completely nude.
Here is WALL-E. He is resting in his bed. Before this picture was taken she had just given him his "strawberry anti-gymnastics so he will feel like five thousand bucks".
This is Mary Poppins and Holiday Bimbo Barbie flying on their "pig airplane" to visit WALL-E in the hospital.
"They live with Riley and Jackson in Folsom. It's faaaaarrrrr away."
"Libby the Library Princess, Ariel, Eve and baby WALL-E are all sick because they have babies in their tummies. Don't be loud or they will spit up on you shirt."
Finally, Maggers at the end of the week, celebrating her improved health in the "princess wheelchair".
Thank heavens for my sweet Suzie. Had it not been for her funny, yet serious care taking, I would have lost it. That girl is always good for a laugh.
A healing one.
Coincidentally, some of Olive's "toy friends" were sick too. As I cared for Maggers, Olive cared for her dear, ailing friends the best way she knew how. I must say, it sure put a smile on my face to enter various rooms of the house and see the following:
"Olive's Doctor Hospital"
Hospital uniforms and gowns are nonexistent due to budget cuts.
"I have to be naked so I can fix you", she would say to her patients.
***Disclaimer*** I promise I was fully clothed when caring for my baby, as was our pediatrician all 3 times we saw him last week. I'm not sure where she got the idea for Olive's Doctor Hospital to be completely nude.
Here is WALL-E. He is resting in his bed. Before this picture was taken she had just given him his "strawberry anti-gymnastics so he will feel like five thousand bucks".
This is Mary Poppins and Holiday Bimbo Barbie flying on their "pig airplane" to visit WALL-E in the hospital.
"They live with Riley and Jackson in Folsom. It's faaaaarrrrr away."
"Libby the Library Princess, Ariel, Eve and baby WALL-E are all sick because they have babies in their tummies. Don't be loud or they will spit up on you shirt."
Finally, Maggers at the end of the week, celebrating her improved health in the "princess wheelchair".
Thank heavens for my sweet Suzie. Had it not been for her funny, yet serious care taking, I would have lost it. That girl is always good for a laugh.
A healing one.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Maybe.
Maybe I was craving Super Mex yesterday.
Maybe I forced my kids and dad into the car and drove over to burrito heaven.
Maybe it was raining.
Maybe it was pouring rain.
Maybe the entire Super Mex parking lot was roped off for some reason.
Maybe there was one little area that was not roped off.
Maybe it was at one point roped off but the rain and wind had lowered the rope to the ground.
Maybe there were four cars already parked in this semi-roped off area.
Maybe I decided to join them.
Maybe we walked into the restaurant and were seated immediately.
Maybe we ordered our food and within minutes, were indulging in bean and cheese goodness.
Maybe the root beer was a-flowin.
Maybe my girls were behaving beautifully.
Maybe my dad was too.
Maybe the salsa was close to perfect.
Maybe I thought to myself mid burrito, that this was one of the best lunch experiences I have ever had.
Maybe this thought was interrupted by a loud, booming voice from across the room.
Maybe it was a sheriff.
Maybe he had a handlebar mustache.
Maybe it was red.
Maybe he was walking through the restaurant SHOUTING something about looking for the owner of a car.
Maybe the car he was describing sounded a lot like the one I drive.
Maybe it was my car.
Maybe I was pitting out a little bit.
Maybe the sheriff and I made eye contact.
Maybe he came over to our table asking me personally if I was the owner of this particular car.
Maybe he was still SHOUTING.
Maybe I said yes.
Maybe he scolded me on how I had parked illegally in a roped off area.
Maybe I said there were other cars parked there so I thought it was o.k.
Maybe he said my car was the only car there.
Maybe he said I needed to move it NOW.
Maybe I asked if I could take two more bites of my burrito first.
Maybe he said NO.
Maybe my dad offered to move the car in question.
Maybe I let him.
Maybe the Sheriff mad-dogged me while my dad left the restaurant to legally re-park the car.
Maybe I was staring at his mustache while he was mad-dogging me.
Maybe I finished every last bite of my burrito and had my third root beer refill while my dad drove around the restaurant looking for a parking spot.
Maybe it was still raining.
Maybe my dad returned from moving the car a little frustrated.
Maybe my car WAS the only car in the area in question.
Maybe the area in question WAS indeed roped off.
Maybe the local Sheriff's department was attempting to set up for a 5K race in honor of the hardworking, handlebar mustache sporting officers in our community.
Maybe I felt like an idiot.
Maybe my dad LOOKED like the idiot because he was the one that moved the car.
Maybe I paid for lunch because I felt so bad.
Maybe I won't show my face or car around that Super Mex for a while.
Maybe I forced my kids and dad into the car and drove over to burrito heaven.
Maybe it was raining.
Maybe it was pouring rain.
Maybe the entire Super Mex parking lot was roped off for some reason.
Maybe there was one little area that was not roped off.
Maybe it was at one point roped off but the rain and wind had lowered the rope to the ground.
Maybe there were four cars already parked in this semi-roped off area.
Maybe I decided to join them.
Maybe we walked into the restaurant and were seated immediately.
Maybe we ordered our food and within minutes, were indulging in bean and cheese goodness.
Maybe the root beer was a-flowin.
Maybe my girls were behaving beautifully.
Maybe my dad was too.
Maybe the salsa was close to perfect.
Maybe I thought to myself mid burrito, that this was one of the best lunch experiences I have ever had.
Maybe this thought was interrupted by a loud, booming voice from across the room.
Maybe it was a sheriff.
Maybe he had a handlebar mustache.
Maybe it was red.
Maybe he was walking through the restaurant SHOUTING something about looking for the owner of a car.
Maybe the car he was describing sounded a lot like the one I drive.
Maybe it was my car.
Maybe I was pitting out a little bit.
Maybe the sheriff and I made eye contact.
Maybe he came over to our table asking me personally if I was the owner of this particular car.
Maybe he was still SHOUTING.
Maybe I said yes.
Maybe he scolded me on how I had parked illegally in a roped off area.
Maybe I said there were other cars parked there so I thought it was o.k.
Maybe he said my car was the only car there.
Maybe he said I needed to move it NOW.
Maybe I asked if I could take two more bites of my burrito first.
Maybe he said NO.
Maybe my dad offered to move the car in question.
Maybe I let him.
Maybe the Sheriff mad-dogged me while my dad left the restaurant to legally re-park the car.
Maybe I was staring at his mustache while he was mad-dogging me.
Maybe I finished every last bite of my burrito and had my third root beer refill while my dad drove around the restaurant looking for a parking spot.
Maybe it was still raining.
Maybe my dad returned from moving the car a little frustrated.
Maybe my car WAS the only car in the area in question.
Maybe the area in question WAS indeed roped off.
Maybe the local Sheriff's department was attempting to set up for a 5K race in honor of the hardworking, handlebar mustache sporting officers in our community.
Maybe I felt like an idiot.
Maybe my dad LOOKED like the idiot because he was the one that moved the car.
Maybe I paid for lunch because I felt so bad.
Maybe I won't show my face or car around that Super Mex for a while.
Haiku Friday-ish!
Rough week for Maggie
sick, bottle feeding, fussy
now back to normal
Valentine's candy
I'm on a steady diet
conversation hearts
Stormy weather here
inside all day bored to tears
the house is a wreak
sick, bottle feeding, fussy
now back to normal
Valentine's candy
I'm on a steady diet
conversation hearts
Stormy weather here
inside all day bored to tears
the house is a wreak
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"Nnnoooooo....
Not Olive. She would never do that.".......
Boy, was I wrong. Thankfully, I was able to stop her mid bang trim.
When questioned as to why she decided to use her "safety" scissors in an unsafe and naughty way, she explained she only wanted to look like Little Bill.
This is Little Bill.
Yep.
He's bald.
Needless to say, Little Bill and all other programs starring bald characters or, shows encouraging scissor use, are now banned from our home. And, for the next two weeks, she will only be given two choices to watch on our not-so-big screen:
Reruns of The Sonny and Cher Show
Or...
Crystal Gayle videos.
Boy, was I wrong. Thankfully, I was able to stop her mid bang trim.
When questioned as to why she decided to use her "safety" scissors in an unsafe and naughty way, she explained she only wanted to look like Little Bill.
This is Little Bill.
Yep.
He's bald.
Needless to say, Little Bill and all other programs starring bald characters or, shows encouraging scissor use, are now banned from our home. And, for the next two weeks, she will only be given two choices to watch on our not-so-big screen:
Reruns of The Sonny and Cher Show
Or...
Crystal Gayle videos.
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