Seriously kids?

Dear Children

I mean, seriously, really?



We have TOYS, KIDS!!! Real life, fun TOYS!!! metal, plastic, wood, TOYS!!!!

Why you insist on playing with non-toy items I know not. It is driving me insane. I did not pack 6 boxes of toys for them not be played with!! I have better things to do! Like...like...stuff. Yes, very very important stuff. Yes.I.Do. And this isn't about me anyways, this is about you, and you, and you both need to play with all the freaking toys I packed!

ok?

Thank you.

Love, your loving Mother.

I need your help, o'smart decor ones

This is our new Huge Ass TV


And I don't know what to do with it. *We* don't know what to do with it.

Mount it? or buy a nice sofa table and screw that sucker into it.

Huge Ass TV is, well, huge. And huge = heavy. And heavy = me having nightmares of it smashing into a million useless expensive pieces on my floor. My brilliant idea to simply cut away some drywall and mount the wall mount directly to the wall studs was booed out the front door.

I mean, really, there are many many sticky fingers to touch it all over and do unmentionable things to it. It needs to be safe. Safe, and secure and away from the many small sticky fingers.

well OF COURSE I want it to be safe for them too, D'oh. Obviously man. I mean really.

But see, the problem is my husband, well, his handyman skills are...not proven. New. Unschooled and, well, unskilled. I'm scared. Add to that that my best friend (aka blonde bombshell #1)'s husband is similarily "talented" and you have two men who think they know what they are doing, who get mighty brave when you add beer into the mix.

I'm scared.

They scare me.

SO please, internetz, tell me what to do! Should I, could I, trust them to wall mount my Huge Ass TV?


P.S - Don't be looking at my mess now. I just moved! Cut a woman some slack, eh?

I like our house

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If I smiled any bigger, you'd be able to count my teeth.








oh, and Mr. Man likes it too. He just can't keep his feet on the ground!

Guess who's one!!

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This sweet baby girl sprung forth from my loins a short short year ago. *I* cannot believe it. My loins, well, they can believe it. But let's not talk about that now, m'kay?
Let's talk about my baby girl. My one year old. My crazy, stubborn, giggly, inquisitive, loving, beautiful daughter.

She likes to put food in her mouth. Likes it very much. I mean, why not, right? It's what all the people around her do, and sometimes *cough cough* a bit too much. Or too frequently, pick your poison. So she does it too. Monkey see, monkey do. We all live in a zoo.
While she's figured out the hand/mouth/food connection, what she can't seem to figure out is that *we* swallow. And oh lord please do not let me make a spit or swallow joke right now, it is trying to bubble up, but I am controlling it, i swear. ok, controlled. moving on. She likes to stuff her mouth as full as posible, and then when she's reached max. capacity, shove it all out with her mouth. D'oh. The messes she creates, i swear to god triple my laundry. My love affaire with my steam mop knows no bounds.

She has, to her great credit, figured out how to drink from a sippy cup. HIP HIP HOORAY!!! Celebrate with me people!! My boobs, they be free!!! I can come, I can go oh dear, ohhhh dear). That's not to say the boobs are not still in service, cause they are, just that they aren't the only gas station in town, ya know?
Or was that a bit of overshare? sorry.

She is so close to walking it's obscene. But she just won't. And really, why should she when she has her personal slave, aka momma, to carry her. to hold her and love her and kiss her sweet adorable baby head all the time.

What she does love right now are stairs. And what we have right now in this glorious new house are loads of stairs. Slippery Oak stairs, and ceramic tiles. Slippery stairs that a certain little lady falls off and bonks her gorgeous noggin on the hard ceramic tiles on. Her head is not nearly as monochromatic now as it was in this picture! Various shades of yellow, green and purple now contribute to her aura.

She loves animals. Especially when she is in her momma's arms.

She loves trains. Especially trains which her brother also loves, so that he squeals and thrashes around when she loves up ON them.

She loves her dadda. Especially when he tickles her special spot under her right arm with his stubble. The giggles people, OH THE GIGGLES! They would end wars. Create World Peace. These giggles.

She loves Michael Buble. Bedtime is not complete with his croning a melody for her sweet ears.

She loves the drums. Especially when she can snag the drum sticks to chew on.

She loves her toes. Her fingers. Chocolate, and her family. She's my daughter and I love her.

*blows the dust off*

hellllllllllllllllo world wide web! I"m back!! I'm...wait, anybody here? jeez, i go and move and you all abandon me, what's up with that?! I am so not feeling the love when I have 0 emails. ZERO people. That's a bad number. That's a...huh, is zero a number? It's really nothing, so can nothing have a number? I dunno. thoughts? Feelings? Attitudes? ANYTHING?

If there is anyone out there still reading, we're here, at the new house! Move went off as smoothly as a week long move with 2 young children really can. We are settling in...and still driving back and forth to pick up yet move shit. We have TOO MUCH STUFF. It's official.
oh, and to add to the fun, I spent our first night and day in our new house puking my guts out. FUN! And now today the kids are both pukey. FUN! I'm worried for my new carpets.

well, not sure what else to say. I have about 6,0987,0897 pictures to download off my camera (ok, maybe just 678, but that's gonna take foreva!) but am just too lazy right now to do it. But I will. soon. Because I don't have much room left on my memory card! ha ha, ho ho. yeah.

Tell me you missed me. Tell me dammit.

Best toy ever review.

The old. The classic. The cheap. The plentiful...

box.

Someone remind me why the kid has bins and bins of toys when a simple ol' box is his greatest love? SOMEONE?!

Where's the boy?!



Surprise!! he got you, didn't he? Sneaky bugger

Why being a kid rocks

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You get to lick the spoon.

Or spatula.

Or whatever this thing is called. Kitchen Aid people, help here?

But...

Being an adult sucks because then you have to clean this


What really blows chunks though is that I DID have all that packed.