Caught on Tape

Somebody has clearly forgotten that the security camera is recording and I'm the type of mom that would show your crazy antics to the world.
Silly girl.

Wordless Wednesday - Photo Bombed

Is it any wonder that LaBev and I like to roll childless...


I'm still amid summer riding camp here at the farm. I'll be back next week.
I hope.

Please Stand By

Sorry, I've been a bit.... busy.

T'was a Week Before Christmas...

Some people hang their stockings by the chimney with care...

Beck prefers hanging his undies on the door.

Next time he may want to take them off first...

or not.

A Thanksgiving Story

Beck came home the other day from school and had to share the Pilgrims' story of Thanksgiving.

Thanks to Windows 7 I can't use my video editing software. Bastardos! So no subtitles for those of you who don't speak Beckanese.

I'm not sure how historically accurate his retelling is, but I'm sure it's true that at some point the poor oppressed British did shout at the king, "No Way Hor-Hey!"



Happy Turkey day everyone!

Fair - NaSePiMo

We had a fabulous couple of days at the state fair; chocked full of deep-fried artery clogging goodness... and lots and lots of good ol' fashion country dirt.

So technically this is NaSeViMo ... but whatever...

No day at the state fair is complete without your kids being dragged through the dust by a team of steers. At least Courtney figured out to let go of the rope... Morgan, not so much.



Heh. C'mon you little dirt monkeys, let's go get some cotton candy!

You're Supposed To Feed 'Em?

Or... The Ultimate in Thrifty-ness!

Despite the cool weather we've had and the fact that our pool temperature is probably hovering around 53 degrees, Morgan insisted she wanted to go for a dip.
So she came down sporting this little teeny bikini...

Hmmm, cute but where did she get it? I don't remember buying her a new bathing suit.. Did she get it for her birthday? No, I don't think so. This isn't a bathing suit she had from last year..... But it is vaguely familiar. There's just something about this bathing suit, I'm sure I've seen it before... Where the hell did this bathing suit come from?...

As I stood there staring at Morgan, trying to recall this bathing suit, it hit me!

"OMG Morgan, turn around and let me see the tag", I said as I spun her around to confirm my suspicion. No way.... could it be??



Yup! It was! Her very first bathing suit. Size 3-6 MONTHS! I kid you not! Not one like her first bathing suit. HER.FIRST.BATHING SUIT!


Does that beat MOFM's 15 year old undies?

Oh and when I asked her to turn around so I could get a shot at the backs (cause quite frankly I'm surprised they fit as well as they do) this is the pose she gave me. Yeah, I'm in trouble. Anybody know of a nice all-girls boarding school I can send her until she's 35?

Princess Snaggle Tooth

Poor Morgan. She's been on a roll with her loose teeth and now that one of her front teeth has gone the way of the tooth fairy, her remaining front chomper has taken the opportunity to stretch out and occupy front and center! Seriously, the girl's gone all trailer park on us.

She's gonna hate me someday for posting that... but it's worth it.

In other news, there is no news. Just a rainy, raw craptastic day. And what do we all do on a dreary evening....



Even the dog is vegging out watching the boob-tube.

Easter MADNESS!!

OK this isn't the blog post I promised would be interesting in my 'It's a Small World' series. But it's Easter and I gotta take care of this bidness.

It's been a sugar-driven, fun-packed day! We had the family over for breakfast and then the annual Easter egg hunt craziness. I'm a bit wiped out (after all the Easter bunny had to get up at 5am to go brave the freakin' cold wind, hunting for places to hid eggs that wouldn't be blown away!) so I'll tell the story of today in pictures and captions.

Last night's egg dying festivities



READY, SET, GO!
We made the kids wait until AFTER breakfast to hunt for the eggs (because I'm the Mom and I can *evil laugh*). Morgan was up at 6am with her nose pressed against the window all morning plotting out her every step in the 'Tour de Egg'. They were freakin' WILD with anticipation!



Ummm, Papa, that's not an Easter egg....






It was pretty hard to get this shot before they ripped into their loot!


Several years ago our dog Trixie barked at the Easter Bunny while he was trying to hide his eggs. The Bunny got the last laugh and painted Trixie like a crazy K-9 Easter Egg every year after. Trixie's been gone a few years, but apparently Benji is now victim to the Easter Bunny's antics.

Tooth Fairy Strikes Again!

That sounds like something from "Red Dragon" *shudder*



Before I get to the latest adventures of the tooth fairy, I wanted to make mention that this is my 201st blog entry! Yay for me! Boo for all the things I probably should have been doing instead.

Morgan lost another tooth this week, a front one, which in Morgan's world means big bucks! I asked her how much is a front tooth going for these days and she replied $20. I don't think so! Cripes, what happened to quarters!

Anyway, she gets so excited about the tooth fairy's visit. You may have remembered the mess that little, winged troll left last time. Morgan wrote the tooth fairy a note and asked if she could make her fly. She put the note and tooth in a sandwich bag, wrote another note explaining how to find the tooth, made a path to her bed (yeah, she's no Princess Cleans-a-lot!) and then put a paper with a big "X" on it over the pillow that covered the tooth. Morgan did not want to risk the ol' tooth monger leaving without finding her tooth... Hell, for $20, I wouldn't either!

Come morning Morgan rushed into my room (WAY too early, I might add. It was difficult to open my eyes, nevermind muster any enthusiasm). She carried on about her money being taped to her ceiling fan. She brought me the note from the tooth fairy that explained that Morgan had gone flying with the tooth fairy but the fairy dust that makes her fly (which of course was ALL over again!) also makes you forget - that's the fairy rules. The note went on to say that Morgan was intent on remembering so she hung her 2 dollar bills (no, not $20!) way up high to prove that she had flown. Morgan also found her winter jacket in her bed, further proof that she had had some wild adventures flying with the fairy!