A Fish Named Frankie

After Madison got her first set of frogs Chase decided that he wanted a goldfish. Michael explained that Madison had done extra chores and saved her money to buy her own frogs and told him that if he wanted a fish he would need to do the same. We had been trying to get Chase to help out a little more around the house and thought the fish might be a good motivator.

Instead Chase started collecting change he found on the ground. Every time he found a penny or a dime he would hand it to Michael and ask, "Now do I have enough for a fish?" The answer was always, "No. But if you do extra chores you can earn some money."

On Christmas Eve his great grandma gave him a small stocking with a 5 dollar bill rolled up inside. He pulled it out, marched up to Michael, handed him the 5 dollars and said, "NOW I'm buying a FISH!"

We've heard beta fish are more hardy than goldfish so we showed him the beta fish right off. "Nope. I want a goldfish." In fact he insisted on a goldfish and picked an albino one that he named Frankie.


Don't tell Chase but the fish only cost a quarter, so he had enough money awhile ago, but I'm saving the rest of that 5 dollars for back-up fish.

Catching Up

It's been a while but I've been very busy doing very important things. Things like cutting Chase's hair. I loved his long hair, but I missed his cute little face. What better time to cut his hair than before his preschool Christmas program, right? Wrong.

He was all for taking the clippers to his head until he looked in the mirror. Apparently the drastic change in his appearance was too much and he didn't recognize himself. He came out of the bathroom rubbing his head and said (in a very sad little voice), "Now I don't even have a name."

I have decided that motherhood is paved with good intentions and mine generally go awry.

By the time the program was over he had pretty much recovered--the candy canes they handed out helped. And though he may not love his short hair I do.

It WAS Bad.

So the frogs died. In fact, they died and came back to life several times before they decided to just stay dead. Of course they were fine until she got home from school. They waited for her to see them die. It was horrible. She cried. I apologized profusely.

I told her if she got new frogs I'd never clean her tank for her again, in fact, I'd never do her any kind of favor just to be safe. "Mom, you can still do me favors. Just don't touch my frogs." she said. I thought that was fair.

As I hugged her while she sobbed I told her this was the time to ask me for something-- ANYTHING. Right then I would have done just about anything for her. She looked at me with big red swollen eyes and said, "Mom, do you think I could have a scarf?" Really, truly, she asked me for a scarf.

Because the frogs didn't last ten days the pet store said they would replace them for free. So after work Michael took her to get two new frogs. She is going to name them Blooper and Bobby, just like she named the last frogs. We could pretend this never happened if it weren't for a whole new line of jokes Michael has discovered, "Hey could you keep an eye on the meatloaf for me? Don't worry, it's already dead."

This Was Almost Very Bad

I just killed Madison's frogs.

I had a little extra time and thought I'd do her a favor by changing the water in her frog bowl. It was pretty dirty and ITS IN MY KITCHEN. I was going to make her change it after she got home from school, but like I said, I had a few minutes and I was trying to be nice, and did I mention that it is in my kitchen?

I had to catch them with my hands because we don't have a net. It was nasty, but I did it. I even reserved some of the old water in temporary bowl for them to swim in while I cleaned. I rinsed the rocks and wiped everything down and I filled the bowl up with fresh water.

Then I let the water sit on the counter for 15 or 20 minutes before transferring the nasty little buggers back into their bowl. I then proceeded to scrub my hands with soap and very hot water.

A few minutes later I walked by and noticed one of them was floating belly-up. I freaked out. I poked it with a pencil. Nothing changed. I called Michael and watched as the second frog flip belly-up and floated to the surface of the water. It was horrible. And to make matters worse I was supposed to take these dead little frogs out of the water and put them in a bag so Michael could take them back to the pet store. Did I mention we don't have a net? I didn't enjoy touching them when they were alive, I really wasn't keen on touching them when they were dead! But what kind of a mother would knowingly let her daughter come home from school to see two dead frogs floating around in her bowl? I had to do it but I need moral support so I called Michael's sister. She's dealt with more dead pets than I have.

I came back in the kitchen prepared to touch two dead little frogs when I saw them--swimming around in the bowl like nothing had happened. I am sure they were laughing their little frog heads off too.

I hate frogs. Their sense of humor sucks.

A New Addition

This weekend we welcomed someone new to our little family--actually two someones.

I tried to talk Michael into getting a puppy this weekend. It was a no go but I think we're getting closer. Instead he let Madison buy two very small aquatic frogs.


Their names are Blooper and Bobby.

Did I mention that they are living on my kitchen counter? Animals don't really go with my kitchen decor but Madison's room gets too cold for them. I think Santa might be bringing Madison a fish tank heater for Christmas.

Just Because

I saw this on Ped Eggs and Hamlet and it went along with my post from yesterday so well that I had to post it too.

I Hate it When Religion Gets in the Way of a Good Time

While thinking about the upcoming holiday Kai asked, "Why is all the Jesus stuff mixed in with Christmas?"

Apparently primary and I have failed him. Perhaps he should start listening to the AM radio again.

Polling Results

My poll ended and the hot chocolate won by 1 vote. So hot chocolate it is! I hope my neighbors appreciate how much thought you all put in to their present. I know I do.

So This is Christmas

I am glad to have November behind me and looking forward to an exciting December. Every morning Chases asks me if today is the day he is going to get presents and I remember how much I used to love Christmas.

For me Christmas has lost some of its luster. I still like to make the house look festive and I really enjoy giving a perfect present. But I don't wake up at 4am on Christmas morning full of anticipation like I used to. Perhaps I just value my sleep more.

However, I still want my kids to think Christmas is wonderful and exciting. So this year I will advocate watching as many Christmas movies as possible and drinking mounds of hot chocolate. And, like my friend Sparklebot, I am going to try to do something Christmasy everyday. Tonight I think we'll decorate the tree.

I will also try to get Davis better presents this year. He is two now, and heaven forbid we have a repeat of last year.

Etsy Shops

I have decided to post a few things in my esty shop again. It's been a while, but I have a bunch of things I've been meaning to put up. I finally put up a few ornaments and plan to put up more this week. I also have some vintage material and buttons I'm going to put up. So go check it out. visualanarchy.etsy.com. While you're checking out etsy you should look at sweetersweater.etsy.com and sheartyrants.etsy.com.

I've mentioned The Sweeter Sweater before-- she makes awesome sweaters out of reclaimed wool. I bought a couple of hair clips for Madison to wear for our family pictures and they are SO adorable. Seriously, her stuff is awesome.

Shear Tyrants is very cool too. She has crocheted scarves and monster themed IPod covers. Tell me that isn't awesome!

I also added links to both the Sweeter Sweater and Shear Tyrants stores to my side bar.

Excuses and a Poll

I realize I'm not posting very often, but this time of year seems to stress me out a little. I'm pretty sure I said this last year (to no avail) but next year I'm going to make fewer Christmas presents. Its just way to time consuming.

Anyway, speaking of Christmas, I have been thinking about what to give my neighbors this year. I have narrowed it down to three options, they are

1. Hot Chocolate Mix (homemade and put in a cute jar)
2. DIY S'more Kits (Idea taken from here)
3. A hand knit dish cloth (Nothing fancy. Just the traditional eyelet edged version.)

I am adding a poll to the side bar so go and vote. I love not making my own decisions!

An Open Letter to the Boy

MacKay--

I am a firm believer that if you're sick you should act sick. None of this running around the house wrestling with your brothers. If you are throwing up every 10 minutes you should be lying in bed moaning in the mean time. You'll get a lot more sympathy that way.

Love,

Your Mother

Brothers

The Sweeter Sweater Company

One of my friends just started an awesome business. She makes sweaters, barrettes, hairbands, caplets, and all sorts of things out of reclaimed and felted wool. The detail in her designs are amazing. You should totally check it out (sweetersweater.com). Right now she is doing two giveaways the first (link here) ends Monday the 16th (sorry for the late notice) and the second (for a 25$ gift certificate to her store) ends Wednesday the 18th (link here). So go check them out and enter!

Question of the Day

Question: Should I be concerned that my 4 year old son got in the fridge, ate a raw egg and then told me it tasted disgusting and he thought it might be spoiled?

It's Time For My Morning Jog

At least he has his shoes and socks on. Right? Seriously! My kids can never find their shoes and socks. It really is a small miracle.

Now That's an Idea!

Boy: HEY MOM! Check this out! I just found these in my closet-- it's like they're Levis, but they're shorts! I'm going to call them "Levi Shorts!"

This is Chase

Right now Chase is trying to figure out what he can say and do to push my buttons when he's mad. He used to stomp his foot and yell, "I'm so mad!" and then run off. That just made me giggle, so he stopped doing it. Then he tried to tell me things like, "I hate John Deere!" But when I suggested we give all his John Deere stuff to someone who still liked John Deere his tune changed pretty quickly. He also threatened to not go trick-or-treating a few times. I was totally on board with that. But the following is his most recent and one of my favorites--

Chase: I hate you!
Me: Oh? Well that makes me sad. But I still love you.
Chase: OKAY LOVE ME! BUT NO MORE HUGS AND NO MORE KISSES!

A Grand Unveiling

After several trips to the craft store and many hours hiding away in my craft room I finally finished the kids costumes.

Madison is going as Hermione

















Kai is going as the ghost of Obi Wan Kenobi


















Chase refuses to have his picture taken.
So instead of going as John Deere Farmer
he'll be going as an Amish farmer.

















and Davis is going as a Halloween pumpkin.

Bring on the candy!

I Must Be Forgetting Something

This picture of the boy was taken in the fall of 2006. I cropped it from his 4 yr old preschool class picture.


And three years later . . .
I give you Chase cropped from his 4 yr old preschool class picture.


I can't very well argue that this particular problem is genetic so I've concluded that there must be a void in my potty training regime.

In my defense buttoning your pants back up seems like a fairly obvious step in the whole process. But then again, with three little boys I should know to never make assumptions.

Dressing Up

As Chase and I were sitting in the living room waiting for his school bus yesterday, I realized when Chase said he wanted to dress like a John Deere farmer for Halloween he was saying he wouldn't be dressing up at all.

Costumes

This year each of the kids knew exactly what they wanted to be for Halloween. Long gone are the days when I could convince them to go as some sort of theme. Even Davis, at the sweet age of 2, knew he wanted to be a pumpkin as soon as he saw this seasons first crop in the grocery store. Regardless of Michael's urging them to go as various Ben Ten characters, this is what they have decided they want to be . . .

As I said before, Davis is going to be a pumpkin, Chase is going to be a John Deere farmer, Madison is going to be Hermione Granger, and Kai is going to be the ghost of Obi Wan Kenobi. Thats right. Not Obi Wan Kenobi, the ghost of Obi Wan Kenobi. Speaking of which, do any of you know how to make a 7 year old glow?

All About Chase

When Chase got home from school this morning he had this in his backpack.


Isn't it cute? They traced his body and then wrote out some of his favorite things.

Did you know that Chase's favorite animal is . . .

. . . a cow? I did not know that. Though, cows are found on farms and he loves a good farm so I'm not in shock.

Did you know that Chase's favorite color is . . .


. . . yellow? I totally knew that one. Yellow and Green? John Deere? You see where I'm going with this.

Did you know his favorite toy is . . .


. . . race cars? Again, not surprised. You thought he would answer some type of tractor didn't you? Well as he has learned from the John Deere for Kids website a tractor is not a toy*. Now a race car on the other hand . . . .

And finally, did you know his favorite food is . . .


. . . whaaaat? I think Kai said it best when, in one breath, he said, "What the heck are hod dogs? Who wrote that? Was it his teacher because why would she write hod dogs? That doesn't even make sense! HOD dogs?"

*The above link will take you to a John Deere Lawn Safety Quiz. If you haven't already, I suggest you take it. It could save your life one day.

Why ARE Farms So Perfect?!

In the last few weeks we have visited not one but two farms and Chase has been in Heaven.

The first place we visited was the Blue Moon Alpaca Ranch. It was open farm day so I went to buy some lovely lovely alpaca yarn. The kids got to walk around the farm and see the alpaca, to which Chase dreamily asked, "Mom, why are farms so perfect?"

Was it perfect? Yes, I think so. Not only did I come home with wonderful yarn, I bought alpaca wool roving too. Why would I buy wool roving? Because I'm taking a spinning class.

Before you fall out of your chair, I won't be on a bike. Instead I'll be turning roving into yarn. I braved one of those biking classes when the boy was a baby and it took the instructor 20 minutes to fix the bike so my short little legs could reach the peddles. Apparently it took 20 minutes because as the instructor said, "those bike were not really made to go that small." Needless to say, I didn't go back.

The second farm we visited was the Red Barn. We took a wagon ride out to the Red Barn's pumpkin patch where the kids each got to pick out any pumpkin they wanted. To honor the occasion Davis wore his new, and very cute--thank you very much, pumpkin hat. He is a little obsessed with pumpkins right now.

Madison picked the roundest pumpkin, Kai picked the largest pumpkin, Chase's pumpkin had the longest stem, and Davis pumpkin was, well, small and cute just like he is.


Chase was all about his pumpkin until he saw our wagon was being pulled by a John Deere tractor. He didn't take his eyes off that thing the whole ride. When asked about the trip to the farm he said, "That was AMAZING!!"

Two Bits of Very Good Advice

This morning while Chase was getting ready for school he said, "Yesterday my teacher said, 'Color in the lines and stop touching your neighbor.'" Such wisdom!

And I know I haven't been posting regularly. If you think I've been slacking off here you should see the pile of laundry I have yet to fold.

And the scarf goes to . . . .

LUCKY NUMBER 14!!!

Congratulation Tamara!

Happy Bithday!

Happy Birthday Michael!

Here's looking toward to the next "Michael Activity Day!"

Survey Says . . .

There seems to be some evidence to suggest he's a lefty.

Perhaps I Just Don't Understand

I just got an email with this new knitted hat pattern. Its called the Champagne Fizz Hat. I think you'd have to drink a lot of champagne before wearing this hat in public. Even the model is thinking, "What the hell is on my head!"

Its Like Night and Day

Before the boy started kindergarten I asked Madison's old teacher if she thought we should put him in or wait a year (his birthday is in August so we weren't really sure what to do.) She said, "Well, if he is ANYTHING like his sister put him in-- he'll be just fine!" I laughed and I put him in kindergarten (in her class). Not long after school started she came up to me and said, "You know, he's not very much like his sister." Nope. He's not.

A few weeks ago we went to see a skateboarding demonstration downtown. The boy was on one side of me and the girl was on the other. The girl pulled my arm and in shock said, "NONE of them are wearing helmets." While the boy said, "Man, I wish dad had let me bring my scooter! I'd be out there showing them a thing or two!" Which, incidentally, is why he wasn't allowed to bring his scooter.

Would You Say I Have a Plethora of Peaches?

3 women, 6 kids, 2 pizzas, 72 jars and 4 boxes of peaches

And this is just the beginning.

Two Years Baby!

On this day two years ago I wrote my first blog post. It was also about a first--the boy's first black eye.

I know there are some people out there who read my blog but don't comment (Tamara-- I'm talking about people like you) so to celebrate my two years of blogging and hopefully bring some of these people out of the woodwork I will tempt you with a scarf.

First off I love love love this scarf and its red and blue variegated loveliness. The pictures don't do it justice.

So if you'd like to win this scarf leave a comment on this post. You'll have two weeks to comment. I'll announce the winner on Monday the 28th, first thing in the morning.

No Bread For You

As you know, the boy is back on a gluten free diet and we are still trying to find good gluten free bread. Michael bought a loaf at a local market that he thought was promising so the boy has been taking pb&j to school on the new bread this week. While cleaning out his lunch box I've noticed that the sandwiches are left mostly untouched. Today I asked him what he thought of his sandwich and he said, "Um. I liked it. Well actually . . . it was kind of medium. I mean it was mostly disgusting." Then he said, "Besides, there is a girl who sits next to me and she says there is NO SUCH THING as gluten free bread! And she would know because her grandpa is a farmer. So I just told her that I was on a wheat free diet and THEN I had to explain what a diet was."

We Have a Very Bad Cat

I have decided that this year Davis is going to be a cat for Halloween. I realize some of you may think that is a sissy costume, but I didn't ask you.

Davis pretends to be a cat all day and all night. I was tempted to squirt him with a spray bottle when he tried to lick and scratch my arms but that was nothing compared to when he ate a hole in the sleeve of his pajamas. He seems pretty into it, so I may as well go with it.

It is probably time I start asking my other kids what they want to be for Halloween. Some years I make their costumes and some years I buy their costumes. It really all depends on my mood. Currently, I'm leaning toward buying their costumes. But that's probably because right now I want to take a nap.

Brilliant!

Did you know that the Costco sized box of corn dogs are now individually wrapped?

Now when I want make a couple corn dogs for the two little boy's lunch I don't have to worry about the others getting freezer burn.

These are the little things that make life sunnier.

You see this is what happens when you have children. You blog about corn dogs and how kids can only manage to flush the toilet when someone is in the shower.

Morning Preschool Starts

Mr. Chase started morning preschool on Monday. He had morning and afternoon preschool last year too and I swore I wouldn't put him in both again . . . but here we are.

I think they have new bus drivers this year. On Monday His bus pulled up to our house at 9:05 (school stars at 9:00) and after Chase got on the driver asked, "so how do I get out of here?"

On Tuesday the driver who brings him home called and asked if she was supposed to bring Chase home. When I told her she was, she told me she was asking because she didn't know where he was, and then said, "well . . . I guess I'll go look for him." And YES, that freaked me out. Remember I'm the person who checked to make sure Madison's bike was at school the first time she rode it. Fortunately, Chase did make it home on Tuesday-- he was even ten minutes early.

Each child in his morning preschool class was given a backpack. They had been donated by Costco and they all looked exactly the same. I didn't want Chase grabbing some other kids bag, or some other kid grabbing Chase's bag, so I went to JoAnns and bought a patch to sew on to his bag so he would know it was his.

Because I tend to leave somethings for the last minute I sewed the patch on his bag Sunday night and told him I had a surprise for him Monday morning.

Me: "Look Chase, I put a race car on your backpack!"
Chase: "Thanks mom!"

Chase (a few minutes later): "Mom, next time you have a surprise for me can it be a toy motorcycle man?"

Here's Hoping

The gastroenterologist called with the boy's test results this morning. She said that Kai does not have celiac but he is allergic to gluten. So hopefully if we keep him off gluten he should start to grow and have less abdominal pain. Because it's an allergy he may grow out of it-- yeah! But for now, as soon as he eats the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he took for lunch he is officially back off gluten.

I'll Keep That in Mind

I'm not a fan of crowds. The only thing that makes crowds worse is trying to keep track of your kids in a crowd. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail, but I will say that next time the school has a carnival I won't jokingly ask my sister-in-law to grab Chase if she sees him wandering around lost. When it really happens it isn't as funny. But hey at least we worked out a game plan in advance, right? RIGHT!?

Anyway, it hasn't been a great day (to say the least) and when I was trying to get the kids to come down off their carnival high and get pajamas on I may have gotten a little upset at one or two of them.

Once everything calmed down and people were pretty much where they were supposed to be, sweet little quiet Chase came up to me and said this:

"Mom. I love you. But I don't love it when you get mad at me, or Davis, or Kai, or Madison. We're just kids. Okay?"

I do tend to forget that sometimes.

Meet Noah

The boy has one really really good friend. His name is Noah and they met in kindergarten. If you spend five minutes with Noah you'll know why he and my boy are such good friends.

This is Noah.


In his hand he is holding a Potato Bug with lots and lots of little Potato Bug babies. Here's a closer look . . . .


The two boys were fascinated and kept saying, "awww . . . they're so cute . . . " While I simply resisted the urge to vomit because it was disgusting. Really. Truly. Disgusting.

The Big City

We took the boy to the beautiful Salt Lake City for his endoscopy yesterday and it was everything he imagined it would be. When I asked him if Salt Lake's beauty had met his expectations he told me, "it was even a little more prettier." He might need to get out more.

At the hospital the hair was a hit-- one of the nurses even told him he was the cutest kid she'd seen all day. What more can you ask for?

While she was telling him about how he was going to fall asleep, the nurse gave Kai a matching mask to put on his puppy.

He was pretty excited about the whole thing until someone mentioned the tube they were going to put down his throat. Until he heard that he'd been raving about the how comfy everything was. The bed was comfy, the thing they stuck on his finger was comfy, he even said the blood pressure arm cuff was comfy. In an attempt to ease his fears they said he'd be asleep and wouldn't even know. But he didn't really feel better until they promised to give him a red slushy when he woke up.

The whole thing was very quick. He was only gone 30 minutes before they came and got us to be there when he woke up. Even though he was pretty spacey he managed to remind them that he was promised a red slushy. They also gave him a bag of Cheetos which he managed to eat like a chain smoker-- one after another without stopping. Considering it was 3pm and he hadn't eaten all day, it wasn't all that surprising.

The doctor said everything looked fine (she even sent him home with pictures to prove it). She said she'll have the results from the biopsies on Monday and that is when we'll find out about the celiac and other possible allergens.

So far so good . . . .

Oh The Places We Go

Did I tell you that Madison is riding her bike to school now? She rode her bike to school for the first time on Friday. Don't tell Madison but after I dropped the boy off I drove by her school to make sure her bike was there. It was.

If you think that's paranoid you should meet my mother. When I was in fourth grade she made me hold the neighbors hand as I crossed the street on our way home from school. So as far as overly protective goes I think driving by her school to make sure she wasn't kidnapped on the way is pretty minor.

Tomorrow the boy goes in for his endoscopy. I told him we would be going to Salt Lake City and he said, "OH! Salt Lake City?! I've never been there! BUT I've heard its really pretty. Just like my teacher is really pretty."

I'm not sure what I find more amusing, the fact that he thinks we've never been to Salt Lake or his obsession with how pretty his new teacher is.

Four's My Lucky Number

Last night when Madison started her fourth season of soccer she'd never made a goal. However, during last nights game she made not one, not two, but . . . .


THREE goals! In fact one of the goals she made off the goalie's face. I told her I was proud of her and she said, "Thanks, but I'm not really surprised because it's my fourth season and four is my lucky number."

Fourth season, four goals (I think the one off the goalie's face should count double), and fourth grade. It's bound to be a good year.

Three Down . . . .

Chase hasn't officially started school yet, but he did get to meet one of his preschool teachers today.

Not surprisingly he wore Levi's and a John Deere shirt. He also refused to open his eyes for any of the pictures. Again, not surprising. In fact the only slightly surprising thing was when he decided to top his outfit off with a gold crown. Did I mention that he likes to yell, "I am the king of GODS!" while wearing this crown?

Fortunately I was able to talk him into leaving the crown in the car while we met his teacher. Unfortunately, he decided to do his own hair this morning and used most of the hair gel in the process. But I suppose that's just the kind of thing the king of Gods would do.

And They're Off!

That's right. It's the first day of School.

Here she is, my little girl, ready to start her first day of fourth grade. Even though she is starting a new grade at a new school she says she isn't nervous-- though I suspect she is.

This year she's going to school with a super smart, some might even say nerdy, group of kids. At back to school night one of the parents asked how much reading the kids were required to do each night. The teacher responded with, "We don't have a reading requirement because we've never needed to persuade this group of kids to read."

Oh and yes, I realize that outfit B won the poll and she is wearing outfit A. Madison asked your opinion and then did something else. Welcome to my world people. Welcome to my world.

But seriously she's adorable.

And now on to the boy!

I told him he can't wear red spikes to school, so in memory of his red spikes he wore a shirt with a guy who has a red Mohawk. You can't see it in the picture very well because he is wearing his pinstriped vest over it.

On the way to school he told me he was nervous. When I asked him what he was nervous about, he said, "Everything." Oddly enough, I suspect he'll be just fine.

Better Late Than Never

School starts tomorrow. The girl and boy spent a good chunk of the afternoon laying out clothes for the first three days of school. I spent a good chunk of the afternoon trying to explain that even though it may be cool, you can't wear red spikes to school.

We also had this conversation . . .

Boy: "My teacher is going to LOVE me."
Me: "Really? Is it because you're going to be so well behaved?"
Boy: "Uh . . . NO. It because I'm sooo cool."

If nothing else, I've managed to instill a healthy dose of confidence in him.

I'm Good.

Even though I'm lacking motivation today I managed to convince the boy to unload the dishwasher. I think that makes today a success.

Happy Birthday

This is one of my favorite pictures of the boy. It was taken about a week after he turned three. Today he turns 7. In honor of this occasion I am going to tell you 7 of my very favorite things about him.

1. The kid's got style.

2. He is always up for a snuggle.

3. You're most likely to find him in the non-fiction section of the library.

4. He wanted a cardigan for his birthday.

5. He has no idea he is half the size of the other kids his age.

6. He won't field third base because because once he saw a bug there.

7. He is on a first name basis with the mailman.

Happy birthday buddy.

Just in the Nick of Time

Just when I was thinking the summer hadn't been long enough the boy handcuffed the girl to a folding table and lost the key.

So yeah . . . school starts pretty soon and I'm pretty okay with that.

Baby Bum

When I was taking pictures of Madison the other day Davis got jealous and insisted I take this picture of his bum. If you've got it, flaunt it. Right?


Also, as a point of interest my friend is doing a giveaway on her blog. She just started up a new business making very cute sweaters and hair accessories. You should all check it out and enter the giveaway. www.sweetersweater.blogspot.com

Because Its Been a While

I haven't had a poll in a while so when Madison couldn't decide what to wear for her first day of school, I knew it was time.

So with out further ado here is my new poll (vote on the side bar).

Which outfit do you think Madison should wear on her first day of school?

I believe that you can click on the picture to see them a little bigger.

*Here is a basic run down of the outfits:

Outfit A:
This outfit combines her beloved skull shirt, a cute white 80s style mini skirt, with over the knee black and pink socks and white skater sneakers.

Outfit B:
In this outfit she paired a classic black tee with a fun green tutu skirt, striped knee highs and the white skater sneakers.

Outfit C:
This outfit features a girly baseball tee, the tutu skirt, worn butterfly jeans, and her super fun flower Docs.

Outfit D:
Again we see the classic black tee, but now it is paired with a more basic black and red plaid skirt. She still hasn't picked out shoes for this particular outfit.

*Much to the chagrin of my budding fashionista I'm not up on my fashion lingo. Please take that in to account as you read these descriptions.