Turkey Day Mishap

We went to Fairhope to celebrate Thanksgiving and my niece Anna Eloise's baptism. This was our first time meeting her and she is a gorgeous sweet baby.

I wish I could share some great pictures with you but I forgot my camera. I forgot it because it was all packed away in my suitcase and I FORGOT MY SUITCASE. Oh yes, you read that right. I forgot my entire suitcase. It sat on the floor of my empty bedroom for five days while I ran around in my Mom's undies (TMI?) and borrowed clothing. Luckily, Shanny brought half her wardrobe and kindly let me wear some of her clothes. So I was not only dressed, I was well dressed! Better than I would have been had I brought my own clothing!

Next time we travel, MY suitcase is going in the car first.

Thumbs up

For when baby is just too tired to take one more step....

It's only just begun...

Lily has become, well, quite verbal and assertive recently and doesn't mind sharing her opinions with me. She talks incessantly, which to me, is a bit surprising since her brother simply will not stop talking all damn day. I always thought she would never get a word in with his constant

"Hey Mom, look at me! I'm shaking my booty at you."
"Mom, how old will I be when I am in the fourth grade?"
"Mom, what's 399 + 72?"
"Mom, can I play Angry Birds on your phone?"
"Mom, I used to be sick. Remember when I threw up? I threw up on November 2."

But I digress. This post was supposed to be about Lily, right?

She is every marketing executive's dream. During commercials advertising any toy (doesn't matter what it is- she's not the discriminatory type), she yells at the TV, "I want dat! I get dat!"
To which I reply, "If you're a good girl, maybe Santa will bring you ______ (whatever stupid piece of plastic shit she is referring to)." The first time I said that, she turned around, hand on hip and with a look that could wilt flowers, she informed me, "My daddy buy me dat."

Oh hell no. Is this my sweet baby?

Yesterday at breakfast I overheard her tell Sam, "I don't like you." (Then, of course, there was some tattling, blah, blah...). So I tried to explain to her that instead she could say, "I don't like what you are doing" or something similar. Going on, I said telling people you don't like them could hurt their feelings or make them feel sad. Immediately she looked over at me with the same soul piercing look and declared, "Well... too bad for peoples."

Maybe you had to be there. Reading this story is probably not as funny as the version I hear in my mind. I know, I know, my doctor said not to listen to those voices in my head anymore but sometimes they are so funny.... ;)

Stereotypes are a real time-saver

*** Disclaimer: Everything in this post is stolen. The title stolen from The Onion and the rest from my friend Ashley's blog. I couldn't resist!




GIRL, n.: A squadron of pink ribbons; will learn to say ‘gimme’ almost automatically
— Not Your Average Dictionary


BOY, n.: a noise with dirt on it.
— Not Your Average Dictionary



PS. If you can't tell, I don't know to change the size or style of the font on my blog :(

Happy Halloween

Three Little Bulldawgs