Now that's a freakin' wagon. Check out those tires!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Miss Lulu had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell.
Miss Lulu went to heaven, the steamboat went to
Hello operator, give me number nine.
And if you disconnect me I will kick you from
Behind the fridgerator, there was a piece of glass.
Miss Lulu sat upon it, and shoved it up her
Ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies.
The boys are in the bathroom, zipping up their
Flies are in the kitchen, bees are in the park.
Boys and girls are kissing, in the D-A-R-K D-A-R-K-D-A-R-K ::high slaps:: dark dark dark!
Room that was supposed to be a play room but wasn't at all:
I wish I had a before-before to show you, back when it was a cat's room. Oh well.
Of course it's not finished yet (nothing in my life ever is), but it is a functional play-room now, and that's all I could ever dream of. Although my living room still looks like the Toys-R-Us giraffe vomited in there, it's way more organized than before. I was afraid that Mads would walk into the play-room, see all of her toys in the wrong place, and then drag them all back out to the living room. Well she surprised me by doing the opposite, dragging toys from the living room into the play-room. I think it's gonna work out, and I'm a pretty happy person right now.
Thanks Mum and Daddy!
Armed with a bucket of water and three rubber ducks, Madelynn was finally content to hang out away from the tadpoles (she's a little too confident in the water now).
Friday, June 12, 2009
Babe likes brushing her teeth. Loves it. Problem is, she's not very good at it, so after she sucks all of the toothpaste off, I reapply and re-brush. Gotta keep those pearly whites pearly, right? Well Mads hates it when I brush her teeth. She bats the toothbrush away, turns her head and screams. It's awful. So this morning while brushing teeth, we had a full bathroom, Jeffrey, Mads and me. After I had finished mine, I prepared to stick my face in the lion's mouth once again. But then I thought, "Wait a second! Jeffrey always brushes her teeth three mornings a week... I bet that guy has a better method!" I got really excited and said:
She's always fighting the toothbrush for me, how do you brush her teeth?
And he says:
But you brush them three days a week...
No I don't.
Well why the fuck not?
This is what my child's mouth will look like, ya know, since we're only brushing her teeth four mornings a week:
After that admission, I threw a fabulous temper tantrum, grabbing Babe, two t-shirts and a diaper to move out with. I may have called him a moron. It wasn't my best moment, and after doing a little grocery shopping with Mads and Mr. Bear, I had cooled off enough to go back home. I'm still pissed though, and I brushed Babe's teeth extra hard before bed. Poor kid.
The fiance is no longer free. I'll pay you fifty bucks to take him off my hands. In this economy, there has to be a taker.
*I assure you this is not just a miscommunication. He knows which days are his teeth days, and I always ask him "Did you brush her teeth?" And do you know what he says? Do you know?? "YES, ugh" like I'm asking the most ridiculous question ever asked. I need wine. At least a bottle.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I feel no guilt.
Bologna, popsicles, rolls and a dozen eggs. Plus two packs of light bulbs.
That's what he walked in the door with. ???? It took him an hour to make his purchases. ???? First of all, neither Madelynn nor I eat processed pig snout. Second of all, we have sugar and water at the house, along with a freezer. We could have made our own damn popsicles. We wouldn't do that though. Why? Because popsicles aren't food!!
Mads and I shared a light bulb for dinner.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The fish were Madelynn's favorite. Those suckers were huge. And hungry.
(I totally wore the wrong shoes for this excursion, BTW)
We stopped at the Hot-Dog-House where we shared a grilled cheese and some chicken noodle soup. And now, Jeffrey is home and I'm spending the rest of this Mommy-Daughter day hiding out on the porch. There's nothing like a little bit of soup and a shit-ton of poop to wipe a girl out. The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar!