Eye Candy

Um, why am I in this dumb chair if you won't give me a steak?

I love being Fancy

Oooh, that's cool

Let me at 'em! Let me at 'em!

See mom, those old text books are good for something!

Dear Fisher Price:

I believe that the Rainforest Jumperoo needs to have a warning label and possibly be categorized as a medical device. Despite whatever it was designed to do, it has one surefire result: blowout diapers.

Every time either of my children have been in this product, massive amounts of poop has shot up out of their diapers with more force than a space shuttle launch at Cape Canaveral. If we have the misfortune of having the child in a onesie or some other item that needs to be pulled over their head....well, let's just say I've destroyed my fair share of Gerber Onesies by cutting them off my child to prevent poo from getting on her head.



(Sorry for the any non-parent readers out there. That was probably something you didn't need to read, but all the mommies- know what I'm sayin'.)



Or, perhaps you could include some Oxyclean Laundry Spray, diaper coupons or bath soap, for us mommies that are constantly cleaning up poop after our children use this toy.



Both of my children have loved this product. But, it would be more aptly named: the Rainforest Pooperoo, since that's what us Mommies call it.



Sincerely,

A Mommy tired of cleaning up poop.

Slacker

Yup, that's me. Despite my best intentions and a ridiculous desire to be one of the really cool mommy bloggers, I just don't seem to have it in me right now. Everytime I dare to think that I have 10 minutes to type out a snazzy blog post, the bat signal goes off and one of my kids wakes up...which in turn wakes up the other one. For example: The previous 3 sentences took 2 attempts to finish. Kind of crazy, huh?

But, now that I feel like I have returned to the land of the living (read: started to get into a good rhythm with 2 little ones), I am trying to carve out some time for my own endeavors. This will have to involve time outside of the house, because as I mentioned above, there is a bat signal that goes off every.single.time. that I touch the computer, phone or my knitting. It's unreal.

So, that's where things stand. New and Improved blog posts coming soon!

She'll outgrow it...hopefully

You may remember, that Mini Me was Abby for Halloween. That costume was well worth the money because is has provided many hours of entertainment.

Like everything else in Mini Me's world, the obsession lasts a few days and then it's on to something else. Then, just as with fashion, everything old is new again. After weeks of not dressing up, Mini Me has now worn her Abby costume 3 solid days-taking it off only to eat, sleep and potty.

Here she is playing school in her costume. Daddy says she's not going to school in her fairy costume. I assured him that she'll outgrow it...hopefully.

Oh, yes. And, she's practicing her new skills of using scissors (I know its a skill she needs to learn, but I'm already having visions of her coming up to me with a chunk of hair in her hand, which could belong to her, Sweet Pea or possibly even the dog...) This new skill has made a lot of extra cleaning up because of all these tiny little paper triangles that litter the playroom floor now. Because, clearly I don't have enough to do. ::side eyes the messy playroom::

One Year Ago Today...

I found out I was pregnant with Sweet Pea. It is unreal how quickly this year has passed.

Pictures

Perfectly Imperfect

I WANT TO CRAWL!

How we spent NYE

Watching Tinkerbell with the girls. :-) No, they did not stay up until midnight. But, then again, neither did Mom.

3 months

Name: Sweet Pea


Age: 3 months


Hobbies: Drooling, smiling, napping


Likes: Seahorses, walking w/mom, and watching my big sister play


Dislikes: Wet diapers


Skills: rolling belly to back and back to belly


Goals: Crawling, eating food