Holy Countertop, Batman!

Sometimes, you just need to leap off of a tall mountain to see how high your cape can fly.

Sixteen Years

Ross: "Can I have some wine Mimi?"
Mimi: "No, you're not 21 yet. How many years until you're 21?"
Ross: "Sixteen."

No pause to think or count on his fingers.

A) Glad I got my Master's degree in gifted education. Even if this was a lucky guess, we are totally in for it.
B) Just realized Luke will turn 16 the EXACT same year his big brother can buy liquor for him. Lovely. Thanks for the early head's up, God.
C) I had to count on my fingers to verify that Ross was correct.

Pants On The Ground

Here is Baby Lukey-Lou, watching t.v. for the first time. I let him watch American Idol with his sissy and he was intrigued with the "Pants On The Ground" dude, as was the rest of America. I heard the Vikings all sang that song in the locker room after their big win today. What three month old actually watches t.v.? I thought the way he held his attention was hilarious. "Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, you lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground..." Not Big Bird, not Barney, not Little Einsteins, the third child gets the real stuff, people.

Easy Bakin' Cowgirl

For three years, my daughter has been asking to go to PFI. If you have known me for more than five minutes, you know how hilarious that is. I have never stepped foot inside of that store, other than that one time our Cross Country team hid in there on one of our weekly Friday fake-out runs (other favorite Friday runs included sneaking into Dickenson 8 Theatre or the Deerfield Hotel for a little continental breakfast).

She has seen the animated, lit-up horses on there for years and I finally caved and took her yesterday. My "I-am-saving-for-a-car-when-I-turn-sixteen" little girl who has more money in her savings account than I do, usually will not spend a dime of her own money. When we are out shopping and I say "you've got your own money, you can buy that" she usually responds with "no way, I don't need that." The girl has saved every penny of the $50 she won at the Superbowl Party of 2004. Combine that with birthday, Christmas, and tooth fairy money over seven years and she was sitting pretty. Well, yesterday... she went a little crazy at the PFI. As Aunt Julie said, "she blew her wad". We ended up with a cowgirl hat, a tiara to go on the cowgirl hat, a giant belt buckle (with rhinestones) that says "Cowgirls Rule" which we consequently had to buy a belt for (also with rhinestones), AND a shirt.

Her Grandpa Ross will be proud. Good thing we live in Rogersville. Giddyup.

Here she is baking her first Easy Bake Oven cookie. Gene & I have joked about the seven dollar cookies it would make (the mix is seriously $6.99 and it makes 2 cookies), but it was delicious. Like a cake-cookie combo. I don't know if she was more proud of her hat or the cookie.

Burp Out Candy

Welcome to our new blog. I suck at scrapbooking, emailing photos to grandparents, journaling, and all of the Mom-Family-Historian jobs I often dream about but never find the time for.

I am prompted to get this going by a memory I had yesterday of Ellie when she was four looking at me and saying "Mommy, I love you soooo much - my heart is going to explode and burp out candy." She is seven now and I hear the voices of so many wise Mothers in my head who have told me, "you've got to write that stuff down!!" Well, I never do. Here is my attempt at a dumping ground for all of my collections of things I never want to forget. Do these things last forever? Can Ellie go to college, click the "archives" button, and read about the time she baked her first Easy Bake Oven cake? We shall see.

And, I need a distraction from all of the CNN coverage making me want to fly to Haiti and bring home four or five babies.

So here it is, our new blog. My heart will be on here so be careful with it, people! It may burp out candy from time to time, so beware & enjoy!