I double dog dare you!!

Go on. I dare you. I double DOG dare you. You just cannot help yourself but smile when you see a butt this cute.



see? i told you so. You're smiling. Just admit it, don't fight the power dude.

Living where I live

I'm pretty much a scaredy cat girlie girl. I don't *do* scary things. I just don't. No crazy roller coasters, no adrenaline junkie needs, no addiction to horror movies (am I the only one in the world never to have seen "the Blair Witch"? I think so!). There was that unfortunate time in High School where crazy roller coasters were the cool thing, and I admit to being a sucker for peer pressure, but that's it.
I am also not a fan of scary real life things. Like bugs. And snakes. And spiders. And tornadoes. You know, stuff that HURTS. Cause that's what it boils down to. I don't like pain. Which is just a wee twisted when you think that I fought hard to HAVE a homebirth. You know, *without* drugs. But I never said I was normal. or sane!

With this all in mind, it's a good thing I live where i live. We don't have much scary stuff 'round these parts. No poisonous creatures lurking in wait to sting/bite/inflict pain. Not much in the way of scary weather either. we're pretty safe. it's nice. I personally quite appreciate it. Thank you mother nature for making this wee bit of heaven for us scaredy cats!

Which is why yesterday was a bit unsettling. Crazy monsoon rains, hail, strong winds. I would have handled them all with practically no hitch in me step except for the fact I was in the van. With my family. On flooding roads and to completely understate it, bad driving conditions.

like this


and this


And you know it's scary when people are fighting to park it under a bridge.


Don't worry about us though, I had Dude pull over and we safely sat out the storm. The kdis slept through it all, and I had fun taking pictures. But still... AHHHH!

I want to be Two again.

Seriously. Two looks like such a freaking fantastic age. I can't remember being two (how unfair!) but seeing it from this side of the fence makes it look like so much fun. When he's not driving me to drink or experiment with the latest mood mellowing drugs (kidding..yeah, kidding) he's making me laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more, and thanks to two natural childbirths, maybe pee a little. or not, i ain't admitting to anything.

Take a minute and think about being two. Imagine, if you will, the thrill of racing through life not caring that you're eating your shorts...


the liberty of dressing however you want, and thinking you look seriously h.o.t


having people feed you


wearing horizontal stripes...


actually choosing to wear glasses


having someone else pay for your obsessions...
(in Mr Man's case, a raging case of train-ism, specifically Thomas the train-ism)


Not wondering if this outfit makes your butt look big...(those horizontal stripes strike again!)


and knowing, without a doubt in the world, that you are loved unconditionally, quirks and all

tales of summer

Mr Man has made some great friends in our neighborhood this summer. They are always coming to ring the doorbell and ask if he can come out to play. It's the cutest thing in the world, i just can't say no!

yesterday we all painted, and i don't how he did it, but Mr Man got paint in places I give him double credit for. I mean, really! Ear canal, nostril, top of his head, and obviously all.over his clothes!!


He didn't mind :D

If I only knew...

what thoughts are bouncing around in my little girl's mind.

"What *is* that smell?!"

"Why does my mommy keep sticking that shiny black thing in my face?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Does a(bxc) +d/e = e+ c(axb) -d ?"

wouldn't you like to know?



I would