The "Mommy, make "him" STOP!" face.
or maybe...
The "mommy, put down the black box and pick me UP!" face
...or both. They kinda blend together, lol
We have arrived, oh we have arrived!
The day I have been waiting for for about14 3/4 months. ponytail.
WOOT WOOT!!
ok, so it's a pretty sorry excuse for ponytail, and it was ripped out by it's wearer nanoseconds after this picture, but it was there. It was photographed. Therefor...
it counts!!
Isn't it cute?
I've been dreaming about the ponytail days since this little muchkin shot straight outta my girlie bits. The ponytail. and then in a bit we'll graduate to the frenchbraid (*shivers of excitement*) and then...wait for it, wait for it...NAILS!
I love having a daughter :D
Oh yes I did!!
All that glorious red goodness is indeed what you think it is.
Prime, in season, local strawberry JAM!! Which I made all by myself!
...with my MIL's help, of course, lol. what, you think I'm superwoman or something? Ha! Nope, just superwoman-in-training
Now that my freezer is stocked full of glorious red goodness, I can cross jam making off my life's list, and proclaim myself an expert!
P.S - Do experts wear white shirts while making bright red strawberry jam?
Dog Psychiatrist?
I have no doubt there is such a thing. I know dog people. You all are a crazy bunch of mofo's, did you know that? Cause ya'ar. You crazy nutbars. C-razy with a capital C. Back away slowly and show no fear kinda crazies. Oh yes you are and YOU KNOW IT. Which is why I have no doubt there are Dog Psychiatrists. The rest of you "norms" (aka not dog obsessed people) aren't surprised either, eh? haha, didn't think so.
You know what else might not surprise you? That I had a long and in depth conversation with this beauty's "parents" *cough cough owner cough cough*. We talked about how the poor guy has some issues. He has some Identity issues. You see, people... mean, ignorant non-dog people...think he's a Mixed breed Dalmatian.
*gasp*
*choke*
*sputter*
*wheeze*
I know, *I* might need a psychiatrist now too.
Orrrr not.
Yup, poor guy just cannot shake that "D" label. How horrible life must be to always be thought of as inferior, not what you truly are. The shame, the confusion. Makes you want to cry.
orrrr not.
But still. He's pretty damn gorgeous, even if he's not even a fraction Dalmatian!
Har har, i kid I kid.
You're the dog buddy, YOU da dog. You big ol' Great Dane you
Oh yes he did!!
I am the cool mom.
I encourage my son to jump in muddy puddles.
He damn well better remember that I am the cool mom in the throws of teenagehood. Maybe that's why i take the pictures. To remind him I am the cool mom and he needs to be nice to me.
I also let my kids eat chocolate cake for morning snack
TOLD you I was the cool mom.
Do yourself a favour.
Tonight, after dinner, before you wash any dishes...
Throw your damp sponge in the microwave for a minute
It'll kill all those nasties living in those enticing little holes. Ew nasties.
And while you're at it, do ME a favour and come wash my dishes, M'kay?
Damn those nonstick pans that can't go in the dishwasher!!!
Throw your damp sponge in the microwave for a minute
It'll kill all those nasties living in those enticing little holes. Ew nasties.
And while you're at it, do ME a favour and come wash my dishes, M'kay?
Damn those nonstick pans that can't go in the dishwasher!!!
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