Pop-pity Corn

Reasons for Laughter in my Life

Courtesy of the girl I spend my days with, she's so silly!

1. Bean shouting "BOOBIES" as we pass by the bra section in Target.

2. Bean rubbing her chest with a big smile on her face after I tell her that one day, against her daddy's wishes, she's going to have her very own boobies.

3. "Why is Max scratching Lola?" asked Bean, as Max (a 9lb. Yorkie) tries to hump Lola (a 165lb. Great Dane).

4. As I'm walking out of her room after putting her down for a nap...

Bean: Mommy, are you ok?

Me: Yes. Are you ok?

Bean: Yeah. You can't forget my birthday.

Me: I won't, it's in June.

Bean: Ok.

5. While examining the yellow chickie she got for Easter. "Oh no! Oh no! Where's it's butt mama? He doesn't have a butt! Oh no!!!"

Fingers....

Super glued together.

The culprit in the background.

I cut the tip off the super glue to use it to attach the stone back on the Queen Bee's earring.

When I squeezed the glue, half of it squirted out, all over me.

All for this pretty little girl.

Now her earring is 'iced' with super glue.

Into the trash they go.


I HATE super glue!



Shhhhhhh....

Don't tell my husband but if you know how to get super glue out of granite, let me know. :)

Pumpkin Patch Kids...Get It?

Frazier's Pumpkin Patch

So Cute!

The Perfect Pumpkin for Bean.

D had a soccer game to go to after this. We don't let him just walk around dressed like that. His team won 10-0 by the way. Go GOLD RUSH!

LOTS of Pumpkins!

Strike a pose.

Well, maybe not that pose. It looks like Bean is poopin' on a pumpkin.

He's such a good big brother.

A 'Big Brother' sized pumpkin.

A good day.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Nope! That's not me at your door.

If you're lucky enough to not have needed an MRI, the Knock! Knock! Knock! is the lovely sound you hear while in one. Better then DING...DONG... I guess.

Today's the day.

2 MRI's and a side of (Cheesecake Factory) Cheesecake for me please!

I hope to get a CD of the scans this evening but if the radiologist isn't able, I'll have to get them on Monday. And when I receive them, I'll be sure to share a picture of my spine with you. Just like I did with my brain.

Remember?

Yup! That's really MY brain. Cool Huh!

I'll be back with an update asap and another post showing you all the great things I've been receiving in the mail lately. Hint: It ain't all that great. Medical crap!

Wanna hear something funny?

Bean learned a bad word from her mommy. Ok, that part isn't funny. But for me, I don't consider it a bad word. It's Dammit!, a word that comes out of my mouth daily and was obviously picked up on by mini me.

She'll be playing with her blocks and then one will fall, "DAMMIT!" she'll say. At first it was hilarious but now, I've been able to hold in my laugh long enough to tell her "No!" and explain that that word isn't nice. It's just so funny that she uses it in the right context.

So....I had to tell my story in order to tell Seans. Muah Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!

This morning he got Bean up and she came into the bedroom with us. After Sean climbed back into bed, the dogs attacked him with kisses. He said, "Fuckin' dogs!". LMAO!!! Well, of course Bean was right there and he said it loud enough for her to hear.

For the next 3 minutes she kept saying, "Fuckin' dogs! Fuckin' dogs!, Fuckin' dogs!" We were cracking up! Sean couldn't hold it together long enough to tell her to stop. Luckily, she hasn't said it since.

"Dammit!" still seems to be her favorite word. I'm sad to admit it, but she's a lot like me. But not when I was a child, she's a lot like me now.

26lbs vs 164lbs - Who Wins?

BEAN is our WINNER!!! Obviously, the 26 pounder.

Lola may be HUGE but she is such a big baby.

See for yourself...

She loves to sleep with a blanket. She pulls it over half her body and her face, all on her own. I usually help with the rest.

LOL! I think she's too big to lay in this position but it's impossible to move her.


She's a great dog. We're very happy we adopted her.

The Spice of Life

I looked through all of D's photos yesterday and pulled out a few (ok more like 35), to share in my last post. After looking through them I remembered how free spirited & silly he is, or once was.

He's growing up and there's a few things that've changed.

His shorts have to go down to is knees. Preferably right past his knees.

No kissies or "I Love You's" in front of his friends.

Instead of making silly faces in pics, he chuckin' the deuce.

AND

the other day he picked out an $89.99 pair of shoes. KIDS SHOES! $89.99! Ge'ez. What happened to being satisfied with a $.99 toy or diggin' the cheap properly priced shoes at Target?

Anyway, this post is sort of umm...sporadic.

My BIG baby is growing up and my little baby was born with the attitude of a 16 year old.

The Hubs and I have been trying to think of a good name for Bean when she's in one of her moods. I think I've found it.

Spice

She brings it. Everyday. No matter how I feel about it.

TGIF!

Lazy morning in our home today. Bean woke up still half asleep, D's sleeping in as he seems to do a lot during the summer break, and Daddy is at work.

What's for breakfast?

Who's that Baby in the Window?