Monday, April 26, 2010

Even though my dreams of sugar and spice and everything nice are now shot, at least he's cute.

For now.

Anyone have any name ideas? We need a backup and a middle name since I have been busy making girlie plans for a girlie room because I was positive that was what we were having. And I have left boys names in the dust under the scientific assumption that "it just feels like a girl" so why brainstorm things like Joe and Bob when there are names like Vanessa and Rebbecca out there?

I'll tell you why.

Because I like to think I'm one of those people with intuition and a sixth sense and even though I can't remember who the secretary of state is, at least I can psychoanalyze why hoarders bury themselves alive in books and vases and containers and ridiculous purses and silk flowers (seriously?) and just stuff and tell the difference between a boy and a girl in my belly.

Don't ever ask me for advice, I'm wrong a lot.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

A week ago this little thing celebrated her 4th birthday.

Or was it 10 days ago? Coulda been a month. I dunno.

"I don't know what time of year it is.

I don't know what day it is. All I know is [singing and clapping] I don't know anything, I never did know anything, but now I know what I don't know all on a Christmas morning. I must stand on my head..."
Obscure movie lines just jump right in there in my head with no warning.
That particular one is in there pretty often.

I've been breaking out into song and dance in my head a lot lately.
It's my way of coping with stress.

Or maybe I've been watching too much Glee and Dancing with the Stars and now my sense of reality has gone with the wind. Is that even a musical? Is that even a good movie? What's the big deal? Every time I try to watch it I fall asleep.

And I dream I'm Maria singing "I Feel Pretty".

Maybe for the sake of this post I should put Happy Birthday back in my head and shake the sillies out of the rest of my consciousness.

And maybe I'll get my own Pillow Pet while I'm at it.
They're really soft and comfy.
And conducive to channeling my strong inner Flashdance chick. Whatever her name was.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Easter weekend.

Full of merriment and laughter and candy.

And this questionable character.

Is he going to really hide the eggs for the joy and delight of the children or did he have some dark sinister plan like filling them with creepy crawlers or worse...vegetables! The broken down shed in the background doesn't help his tainted image. (it's the neighbor's)

Looks like he decided to hide them.

I think we spent more time hiding those plastic little nightmares (they're all over the house right now) than it took those punks to find them. Why can't they clean up
the living room with this enthusiasm?

"Cause the living room isn't filled with candy, mom. DUH!"

Everyone is happy until they discovered what was for dessert.

You know how sometimes a person may try to cover up a mistake by just saying screw it and making tons more happy accidents on top of the first one? That's my excuse. Once I realized that I didn't have enough frosting, (the cake crumbs were very uncooperative)I tried to cover it all up with sprinkles and candy and piping, you know, to take your eye off the decapitated head on a chopping block and it's gross facial disfigurement.
How do I know what a rabbit's cheeks look like? Do they even have cheeks? What's going on there?
The kids loved it anyway so all's well...
For Katie's birthday I'm making a ladybug cake.
Can't wait to annihilate that one too.