So let me get this straight....

no really, Batman only fights crime at night? Are you sure? I know he has to maintain the identity of John Wayne or whatever but tons of crime happens during the day. I mean, if I was a bad guy (and still a rad chick) I would commit my crimes at 10am-ish just in case folks are running a little late to the office.
If we are what we repetitively do then my babe is a tumbling licking naked screech dipped in curls and cutes. But it's only Wednesday, we still have time.

Notes to my daughter...

1) ALWAYS carry a tape measure in your purse, luck favors the prepared. 2) Never underestimate the power of really great manners. 3) Marry the one who makes you laugh, have to put divorce attorneys out of business somehow. 4) If you have to go sky diving don't tell me till afterward. 5) No matter what you do to your hair I will love you.
This being said of course there are a few addendums, ahem; 1) Don't you touch those beautiful curls. 2) Never go skydiving, ever! 3) PLEASEeeeeeeeeeeee.

eek! ack! ugh!

We've managed to cool off the inside of our house to 79 degrees, another scorcher but I'm already dressed appropriately from the hot flashes. I have on my special hat, utility belt for all emergencies and some lovely sequin go-go boots which don't help in the heat but they really tie my accessories together and that's all that matters in the end anyway.
Babe's naked and it's good to know that her age still keeps her from being arrested for lewd behavior because nobody makes handcuffs that small anyhow.

Backyard Buddies

I was sitting at the computer minding my own business (okay I wasn’t but for this part we have to pretend) when I noticed something in one of our trees. It was the bee’s knees, thousands of bee knees. Two hours later every last one was gone. Now I know I haven’t been hitting the Clomid a little too hard because I have proof.In their honor we've decided to make babe a bumble bee for Halloween. But now I have to go as she's decided to decorate the bathroom with every crayon she can find.

possible ponderings

I thought long and hard about this decision. It's kept me up at night, days in a row. This isn't a decision to take lightly so careful consideration has been taken. I don't believe feelings might get hurt but you never really know. What I have decided, what is now my absolute, I'll tell you. If I was a dinosaur I'd have to be a Dimetrodon.Sleeping with a blanket, it's a tricky concept as it seems to have a magnetic pull to the head. Babe can't fight it, its hide-and-seek nap time.

Deah-deah (Babe's Toy Story)

It makes a great conversation piece as its always wet and stuck to a wall upside down at a height I’m certain babe can’t reach. Inseparable is an understatement. It’s almost become its own reward. Five dollars at Bath & Body Works over Christmas and here it still is, trying to type on my keybo.ard for m/e, ahh, s[t’o,p it! His arms no longer have stuffing, antlers don’t stay up, and the mouth is oddly smooshed to the left not including the holes. So, what can't your kid live without?

Top 5

New hobbies I'm considering to keep myself busy. #5 THE HARP! #4 Learn to speak 3 different languages all at once. #3 Rebuild our car to run on french fry grease. #2 Write my memoirs, well the memoirs of my evil twin. #1 Finally, figure out that equation for time travel and how to use it for the powers of good, mostly good (see #2).My babe likes to unlock and open the front doors. Well, she also likes it when I go outside so she can lock me out. Maybe she prefers both, I'll go ask.

safe, all natural, organic... poision!

Have you ever been to this web page? I could be there for hours reading everything about everything. I've looked up everything I own, Boyfriend owns, and our babe. I've looked up products I've always been curious about and products I'll never buy again. Some natural products really aren't and that is more surprising than it should be.Last year babe designed and decorated all 43 Christmas cards which was a lot but her work ethic is strong. This year I’m already thinking up ideas (evil grin).

Round 3

Fight! Mmmm Clomid. The only great time to take Clomid is in December when you could use some inner warmth. Otherwise waiting till the weather is that of Satan's summer home might not be the smartest thing I've done in awhile but, I have no choice, so here we are on round three. Let's make this one a good one.Why they haven't invented a line of bibs that can only be fastened via duct tape is beyond me. Haven't they met any two year olds addicted to yogurt?

Summer Solstice

We're going to celebrate today where the Earth is the closest to trying to poke the nearest star while farthest from zenith by shoe shopping. Yeah, how did you know? And why can't you combine how and did into how'd? And this is of course all relevant intricate parts of the celebration and celestial navigation of the day.
Of course when I run up to my babe arms straight in the air demanding her to pick me up I am met with confusion and distaste but Goonnies never give up.

To my dad...

who is currently on road excavating and teaching his way across the U.S. I would just like the world to note that you are eight times cooler then Indiana Jones partly because you're my dad but mostly because you're awesome. Thank you for all that you do and are. An inspiration for future father's to come.

Because a father's work is never done.

honey-do list

That I've made for myself. I found a cement border in the backyard, a divide to differentiate landscaping areas from lawn. 99% buried I shall muster the fortitude to dig it up today. Wish me luck. Yesterday I injured my toe just by walking so we'll see what handling a shovel and trowel can do to this Calamity Kid.
Peeing with an audience, running around naked, screeching in ear piercing decibels, combining all three to introduce oneself to the new neighbors, priceless.

Part 2 of

Did I Ovulate? Yes I did. My positive ovulation lines on the test strips are just doubtingly pale. But more good news, my cycles are now getting closer together (32 days) which leads me to believe that soon; pregnancy might be possible. Never been so excited to send Boyfriend to the store to buy feminine products, EVER!Babe had her first gymnastics class yesterday. The sheer raw harnessed immeasurable amounts of cute are just too much even for my camera. Ah, breathe.

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

Who are you and what have you done with our cat? Our passive, calm, sweet-heart of a cat has been replaced by this aggressive, trespassing, over-active, extroverted, attacker. How did this happen? What was the catalyst? Some might argue it was our neighbor’s fish filled water feature but I have my doubts.Cereal filled bed stuffed by the cuteness herself, free of charge. Victory dance (only after you’ve screamed out of the sheer crunchiness) sold separately.

piling UP

A tree was cut down before we moved in but the pile remained. Last night Boyfriend, me, the landlord, landlord's dad, and our babe loaded everything up and put it in the street. This is only post worthy because of what we found; at the bottom of the pile was a stone squirrel, our first piece of lawn art; Giuseppe. Catch, swing over head, and plop on the sofa all 30 pounds of wiggling babe just to get wiggling babe to wear pants. This kid should come with a warning label.

Keep it Clean

We tried a new product. Ecostore USA. They rock my socks. With the ‘great clean’ of our old place I was tempted to get the Coconut and Vanilla Body Wash but I wasn’t sure how that would un-spot windows. They’re products are divine, smell awesome, work great and super healthy. Check them out here, here and here.I was just wondering you know, for no reason in particular, if there ever is a right time to remind your child that the sofa isn’t a lollipop.

10 minutes ago...

It's gonna eat me! What? Hello? Ahhhhhhhhhh. Girlfriend I'm running, what's gonna eat you? A horse! A horse? Yeah, it's a spider the size of a horse. Ha ha. You're exaggerating. I don't have time to exaggerate, it's gonna eat me. I'll be home in a couple minutes. You better hurry. I may never make it. That’s not a spider, THAT'S A HORSE!Climbing up ladders and running up a slide no that’s not Boyfriend and I, we can be found on the swing set, that’s our Babe following the five year olds.

Thrill of the Hunt

We went shopping. And I should note that I'm NOT the shopping sort. I prefer to hide behind a monitor while acquiring all necessary items making the entire buying experience take the least amount of time. I'm just super girly like that. There is one exception of course, grocery shopping. Whole Foods would you marry me?It’s time. Well, it’s been time for awhile but I didn’t want to say anything. Now, I have no choice. Break out the kiddie pool people its swimming season!

good to go

In the race for the newest technology, Boyfriend and I prefer to bow out and let others go first. Partly because we're cheap but mostly because we just don't care. We choose to update and replace out of sheer necessity. Our computer monitor is dying a beautiful death. Everything is now lavender and lime green. It looks fantastic!To catch a bubble being blown in this wind one has to have a ten second head start. Babe’s got it down, the cat, not so much.

Priceless

Our one and only automobile is literally falling apart into pieces. Yesterday the driver’s side door handle broke off, and by broke off I mean flew off. Even MacGyver wasn't prepared. Now just to get in it looks like we’re breaking in which brings me to my main point, I’m glad you can’t put a price on being easily amused.
I let my babe dress herself. It’s the least I can do but It’s amazing how many different articles of clothing that can be made into a straight jacket.

Did I ovulate?

I used all the test strips but I never got the results that matched the photo. Yes a second line appeared for a couple of days but it wasn't dark. My doc, proactive as she is, had me already take a blood test to measure my progesterone. So, all that’s left is to apologize to my third grade teacher as I do rely on addition as an adult.Invoking a cross-house sprint can be done one of two ways, threaten to feed babe or threaten to bib babe. Threatening both induces tantrum/sprint combo.

Fenced In

Yesterday as the internet armada of fleet trucks installed my lifeline our new neighbor, walked into our backyard cigarette in hand, no shirt; and just stood there watching, like it was Beethoven himself performing live. I made my best ‘iew no, ack’ face which didn’t take. So, next time I have Ludwig over I’m locking the gate.Our nightstand; first it became a step stool to get on our bed and now it's a pedestal for which to tap dance. Danger is her first name, Babe is her last.

Wahhh Hooooo!

I'm back. I missed me. All's good, expensive but good. Have to love old wiring. I know I don't. Sooooo, what's new with you? Tell me your secrets! Babe's birthday was awesome. Great-grandma came into town which makes everything special (four generations baby). Next year we'll host it in our backyard, can't wait!Our babe as pictured above took off running when it was 'gift opening time'. Why she has the attention span of a two year old is beyond me.

Oy!

Just to recap my weekend: Move was quick (7 hours). We're already unpacked; I know! Babe was fashionably late to her own birthday as her nap schedule is off out of sheer excitement from the new place. We're still without telephone and internet only now it's actually not our fault.... wiring issues. Bear with me folks as I will add you all back (new followers) and post my random crazy with photos soon as possible. So, in the meantime you'll just have to imagine me making funny faces at you whilst not wearing pants at the public library.

Welcome Friday Followers and the like!

I'll be quick. I adore you all to no end. Still packing an absurd quantity of miscellaneous boxes; I should re-think labeling strategies. I tried using guilt, necessity, unwavering manners, but to no avail, internet at our new house won't go up until Monday. Two days without a post, I shall go through withdrawals. Miss you already.So, I'll leave you with this cuteness; my babe, born June 6th, 2008 at 7:55am. 7lbs. 5oz. and 20.5 in. in length (two years later, 3 feet tall, no joke and 30lb.).

My 100th post!!!

To-Do List: 1) Change of address, everything. 2) Box up everything, else. 3) Moe and clean back yard, again. 4) Buy appliances, measure them first. 5) Drop off even more stuff to thrift store, again. 6) Stop by Home Depot, mmmm spackle. 7) Begin 'the great clean'. 8) And if there's time I'd like to ovulate, please. Thanks.Within minutes of receiving the keys to our new place our babe stripped herself of her shorts and ran around screaming. Her to-do list is done.

Dear Netflix,

I was wondering if at all possible could you see about getting every single anything really (movies/TV shows/ etc.) ever recorded on film for our date nights? It won't be a chore I promise, I've already started a list which I've taken the liberty of including in an attached PDF. Feel free to email me back if you have any questions.Teething; the only thing that would have my babe voluntarily chewing on a ceramic tile counter top, at least I hope it's just teething.

junebug

Summer is in the air and once again I feel ill prepared. What I mean by summer is 80 degrees and raining. I could wear shorts and umbrella or a short sleeve hoodie and water sandles. No wait, I've got it, rain hat and a bikini. Yeah, with choices like these it’s a wonder I'm still typing this. Our neighbors wait with bated breath. Hey sweetheart, what sound does a cat make? Meow. Well, what sound does a dog make? Hi kitty! Hmm, fair enough.