Jem & The Holograms

Umm, I LOVED this show. It was probably my favorite as a little girl. I found them on youtube.
Pea is now OBSESSED. Here she is pretending to be Jem. I think I did this exact same thing....

Bad Santa

I've had some bad parenting moments as of late. Not the least of which was this morning when I claimed I could call Santa on his personal number and dis-invite him to our house on Christmas eve.
Who's really on the naughty list today?
And in the spirit of being trans(parent) I've decided to tell you all about one of them so you can feel better if you're having one of those days, which for some reason seems to be EVERY day this week.
Summer is getting of my last nerve.
On Tuesday evening I was changing Babe H's diaper when I was struck by a flash of broken white. What's this? No. Please say no; it can't be. oh, but yes! She had CHIPPED her other FRONT tooth. For those of you doing the math, that makes our current grand total: two. News Flash: you only get two! At which point, I just started laughing. The nervous "ha-ha's" were then followed promptly by tears when I realized for the SECOND time that I have no idea how or when it even happened. It's like the second shooter in the Kennedy assassination. All evidence points to one, but still, there's that tricky bullet trajectory you just can't explain. I mean, there's the chipped tooth, so what the heck??
I now have to traipse into the pediatric dentist for a SECOND time in as many months and explain to them why she has two chipped teeth and I'm apparently eating bon-bons during the duration of my children's awake time. Upon leaving the dentist office she picked out a prize; a beaded necklace that broke into a million pieces five minutes after we get into the car. I wish I were making this up, but she then shoved the beads into her mouth and started chewing on them with her newly sanded tooth. I pulled over, dumped the beads out of her car seat and prayed I wouldn't get a citation for littering which I totally did do.
On a lighter note, Babe H has discovered that her chipped teeth (I HATE that I just typed teeth) act as daggers which she wields to her liking whenever she doesn't get the toy she wants. 99 percent of the time these attacks are isolated to her interactions with Pea.
Yours reffing the ring,

mutual affection

I wanted to document the first time Pea said, "Take a picture of us together!" This is it:

They said, "Sisters!" as I took it; so cute.

Quota Officially Met

However, I plan to exceed it this summer. Here was my creative project this week...our old sad table (seen here in the background behind Babe H) now revamped into this:

If I know my audience, the following three people will love this; KYK, Em, and Kt? And maybe not, but my custom cabinet selling hub said I did it right. Now, Casey what do you say? (I am dying to get your approval, but it can be tough...)

Lame Dash O

The Des Moines parade was maybe the lamest parade the free world, but it produced some memorable pictures and a good time with Gama Carolyn! oh, there was one cool trick by some old motorbike enthusiasts...but mostly I like the guy in the shorty shorts in the background:)

Quotes and conversations

One of the things I love most about Mr. b is our conversations. I think I can honestly say he's my best friend. He challenges me and is so funny. He. Is. So. Funny.
And the best part is he doesn't know it; though maybe he will now that he sees it in print?
Though our coversations shall always remain private here's my favoitve quote from tonight:
"What IS Glee?"
"I think it's a gussied up Kids Incorporated."
"I don't know what that is."
And then later on in the evening:
"So what you're saying is that we like Ryan Gosling in equal amounts, but for completely different reasons?"
Oh I love you Mr. b.

Guest of Honor?

Doubtful. BUT entertaining hopefully...