Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

... at 12 o'clock at night. Our child can't sleep, 'cuz she took a late nap and this is what we got! Here are a few pictures of the youngest, happy as can be because we took her out of bed so she wouldn't wake up her sister with her crying. Never give the child a late nap and if you do, wake the up very, very early or this could happen to you! She was super good and hardly made a sound. The only problem was that she had a really great time and ended up wanting to come back out the next night and then the next and on and on... "I want to go!" Anyway, I thought I would post a few pictures of the tree up here.

Up to no good! If you notice under her nose she has the newest addition of scars on her face. Sister accidentally pushed her when they were playing and little Bo landed face first on the frame of the bed. It wasn't pretty, but she is recovering, scar and all, quite nicely.

Actually coloring in a coloring book and not an actual book (her newest discovery).

A couple of weekends ago I took the girls to a gingerbread house contest in town. The local paper puts in on every year and I had always wanted to go, but could never remember. We drove past this year and, as soon as I found out it was free (can't pass up free), we went inside and casted our votes. It was fun because they had kids, youth, group, and adult categories. The adult ones were absolutely amazing! These people must have started months ago and either don't have kids or have a taser gun to keep them away. Incredible! They have a few displayed at library and I think I am going to try and take a picture, if I can remember. Anyway, we had our little dinner group last week we made gingerbread houses. I haven't made one in years. Nona bought us a kit to make them, but it's been super busy around here getting ready for the holidays and visiting and all that we haven't done it yet. I want to do it sometime this week because it was loads of fun. I tried to get Boo to help me (Bo was running around and had no interest in anything except trying to get me to allow her to consume truck loads of candy), but she kept getting distracted by candy that was misshapen or broken or had touched her hand and was telling me how she had to eat it because it was no good for the house, only for her mouth. So as I tried to get her to help and she continued to feed the sugar monster in her belly, I put together this little house. People kept commenting on how nice it looked, but I kept reminding them that mine only looked like it did because my children didn't help! If they had helped it would have looked better. Instead, I got a mommy gingerbread house (I also felt a little complimented because one lady said she could tell I decorated cakes by the way I was holding the bag. Kind of cool). Anyway, here is the end result. It isn't that great, but I haven't made one in years (I believe elementary school is ringing a bell). It was good fun just the same!

I thought I would take a picture early. Some of the decorations have slowly been disappearing off of the house. I knew that would happen.

The frosting they made was awesome. It's as hard as cement!

I thought I would throw this video on for good measure. Best movie ever!!!

Congratulations Graduates!

I just wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate two special people in our lives. First of all, my husband graduated from college (after what he exaggerates to be 10 years of going to school) with his Bachelor's in Biological Sciences! I am so excited for him and so proud of all of his hard work. They don't have a graduation ceremony here until May, but he is still a graduate. Go David!! We love you Daddy!!!!!!

I also want to congratulate my sister-in-law Jewla for graduating as well. A well deserved accomplishment. She was able to walk across the stage with family watching and cheering her on.

Congratulations!!!!!!

I'm It... For Now

I have been tagged. Well, can you actually be tagged if you were not physically touched? If that was the case, I could have saved myself a lot of running around in grade school. That being said, I was tagged to write seven interesting things about me. I couldn't think of one interesting thing, let alone seven. Thanks Bethany! So here is my attempt at interesting:

1. I have a sensory disorder (self diagnosed). I cannot stand the touch of several different things including foam (as in the egg crate foam you put on your bed to make it soft if you have a terrible mattress like us), terra cotta pots, velvet, and stoneware (as in pizza stones and such). These things make me physically ill and make me shiver all over. David found this out within the first month of marriage and thought it would be fun to chase me around the house with a pizza stone we received at our reception. It was really fun, let me tell you.

2. I have never had a cavity. Thank you Crest!

3. I don't like talking on the phone, for the most part. I don't like to answer the phone and I also don't like calling people on the phone. It causes me anxiety for some strange reason.

4. I have to have a fan on my feet when I sleep at night. I have very warm feet that need a cool breeze at night. Hot feet actually wake me up at night. Fortunately for me, my husband is awesome and will let me have the fan blowing on my tootsies all night long.

5. I LOVE candy!! Chocolate is okay, but I love candy! My need for it has dwindled a little with age, but I still crave the sugary goodness in each bite, especially gummy candy. I should be too old for this stuff, but I can't help it.

6. I absolutely love the Food Network (even though we don't have it). I could watch that all day long (probably a good thing we don't have it). I get this from my love of cooking and baking. Some of their shows are truly genius (Iron Chef, Ace of Cakes, Paula Deen and her thick accent and incredibly fattening recipes) and I love how they take such different foods and flavors and mix them together to create a masterpiece for the mouth.

7. My hair used to be straight as a board, but since having my girls it has gone a bit wavy. Nothing I can really do anything with, but it isn't straight any more. My aunt told me that happened to her after she had her four kids and I couldn't believe it. Apparently her hair used to be super straight as well, but after having her children, her short hair looked like she had had a perm. Mine isn't that curly or wavy, but it might be a little different if it wasn't so long. I kept wondering when the perm I got four years ago was going to grow out. I asked a beautician and she told me it was wavy too close to the scalp to be the perm. I was shocked and still am!

I am sure there are things that are more interesting than these seven things (but probably not), but I can't think of them right now. As David says, the glucose just isn't hitting the brain right now, it must all be going to the baby. So if you have a blog and you haven't done this yet, you have been cyber-tagged (I think I only know five people with blogs and one of them tagged me so, the four of you better get interesting!).

Baguettes and Creme Brulee

These are a few of my favorite French things... My attempt at French braiding. I am still struggling with doing Boo's hair. I am extremely slow, an extreme perfectionist, and it makes it even more difficult when she moves her head around like a bobble head doll. These factors always make my life so much easier, let me tell you. The other day I was able to get her to sit still long enough so that I could braid her hair. Who knew a four year old would be so interested in a documentary on the History Channel about the Bermuda Triangle? I do believe she thought it was an actual triangle, but I think I do too so I can't say too much. Here is the result of our labors. I thought it turned out okay for my first time of doing double braids. It was also secretly fun, but don't tell anyone I told you that!

Just happy not to have to "hold still" any longer.

From the top!

Her head is a little twisted in this picture, but not that much. The part was really crooked, but I didn't notice until it was done.

A slightly satisfied customer!

I Scream, You Scream, We All Have Ice Cream Headaches!

Nona came over a couple of weekends ago and brought the party with her! We got together to watch the Boise State/Hawaii game. She brought Daddy's favorite Chinese food with her, some fabulous Thai food, drinks and, as you can see, some scrumptious ice cream. Sadly, Boise State lost, but happily, our tummies were full of deliciousness. There is still hope for my Bronco's. They are 24 in the BCS ratings! Go BSU!!!

I think this is her first ice cream cone. You can't even tell.

Why is it that children always try to stick the whole thing in their mouth at once?

Nona also brought some beautiful princess make-up/jewelry sets. Boo loves her "nake-up" (as she calls it). Bo is always trying to steal her "nappit" (as Bo calls it).

Oh yeah!

Fantastical!

Mickey's Trailer

This really does have nothing to do with anything, but I thought I would put it up here anyway. David and I realize how many bad cartoons there are on tv these days (I don't know if you have seen them, but they freak me out! There is one where the grim reaper hangs out with kids. It's one worth skipping) and decided we needed to get our girls watching the classics. We have several Disney DVDs of old Mickey and Donald cartoons and some old Looney Tunes as well. Long story made longer, I found this video on youtube and it reminded me of when I was a kid watching the Disney Channel (pre-Hannah Montana and Zach and Cody or whatever they are called) when they actually played Mickey Mouse (or as Bo calls them... doggie) cartoons. I just thought I would put this up for those of you who remember the good old days (or, if you are my mom, when this actually came out! LOVE YOU MOM!! Apparently this came out in 1938 so you are safe).

Thanksgiving Pictures!

I couldn't wait to get these up! I took so many pictures the camera was almost fun of just pictures of our turkey and the good times. Wait, that must have been a different family's Thanksgiving because I didn't take two single pictures (I did take this one, however. Why just this one, I don't know). I think I got distracted by our neighbor going ballistic right before we went over to have dinner. Anyway, it's frustrating because I have all of this really cute Thanksgiving scrapbook paper, but I always forget to take pictures on this particular holiday (who am I kidding... scrapbook, yeah, right. If it's not perfect, I won't do it. And since it will never be perfect, I never do it). So I guess enjoy this picture of the rolls I baked (just one of the four or five batches. Our bread machine was tired!). They are delicious and easy to make. Let me know if you want the recipe. Fan-W-tastic!

We're Off to Eat Some Dinner...

... the wonderful dinner of _______ (insert something that rhymes and goes with this post because I can't find one). Anyway, here are few pictures of the girls on our way to our dinner group. I dressed them up in these little outfits from Grandpa (they have little matching blazer/jackets. They are adorable) and they looked so cute. They also wore this on Thanksgiving, just in case you were dying to know what they wore. If you look at Boo's right eye (your left) she has yet another shiner. That was her second one in a month. Our girl is turning into a regular punching bag! She and Bo ran into each other. Of course, Bo in her jump off the couch onto the floor on her stomach and jump up sort way, she walked away completely fine. Boo, however, cried and ended up with this lovely thing over her eye. Pretty girls. Now if they could only not scar up their faces before they go to school...

Pretty in Pink

Bo looks scared. Maybe she thinks Boo is still upset about the black eye.

Best of friends (and wrestling partners).

Prima Ballerina

Since Boo is now in her ballet/tap/tumbling class, I thought I would add a few videos of her dancing in her class. The first one is my favorite because, as you will see, she is in her own little world. Why would we pay for her to come to a dance class to do the same thing she does in our living room, you ask? Because she is learning, but most importantly, she is having a blast and meeting new kids. I also want you all to know that I tried to put music to the video so you didn't have to listen to what is going on outside the studio, but it didn't work. If you want to mute the sound, it won't affect the dancing. The lady talking is really loud and the conversation can be kind of annoying, but there is nothing I can do about it. Sorry! These first few pictures are of Boo waiting for her sissy. They are pretty funny. She was talking up some sort of storm to someone. It was really cute. Hope it works!

I Would Love to Actually Look Like the BBC P&P's Elizabeth..

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Meet My Nemesis...

This... (automatic flushing toilet)

...plus this... (our child)

...equals this... (minus the out of doors, even though I am sure she would run outside if she could)

I don't know who invented the automatic flushing toilet, but I could beat him with a stick. I say him because I cannot believe it was a woman who invented a machine that would end up being a torture device for her child. Yes, I know, what a glamorous world I live in when I worry about self-flushing toilets, but it is a sad reality for me. Every time I take Boo into a bathroom (which is ALL the time and EVERYWHERE), she immediately asks me if the toilet is going to flush by itself. This means she is going to gear herself up to jump off the first sign of flushage. I cannot count the times my child has literally jumped across the floor of the bathroom stall in face flushed fear that the toilet was going to swallow her, bum, shoes and all. We were recently in a bathroom with regular flushing toilets. She asked me and I told her that we had to flush it ourselves (which, I mean, if I didn't have children it would be nice to have the toilet flush on its own, even though I end up going through three toilet seat covers because it keeps flushing for whatever reason... the wind maybe, I don't know. I actually don't mind pushing the handle down with my foot, even when I am pregnant. It beats a jumping child). Anyway, it was a manual flusher. So she is getting ready to go when, out of no where, the automatic paper towel dispenser goes off and starts distributing paper towels WHEN THERE IS NO ONE IN THE BATHROOM. Maybe it was the ghost of Christmas past or maybe it was a lesson in patience for me, but once again, Boo jumped across the room and proceeded to tell me, in between sobs, mind you, that she wanted to go home (this happens a lot... especially with port-a-potties and dirty restrooms. I want to go home too, so I can't get too upset). I have since then learned that I have to cover up the blinking eye with my hand in order to give my child peace. We went to the movies today and, as soon as I told her it flushes on its own, she told me she wanted to go home. I was able to convince her that I would keep it from flushing (that is after it flushed twice while putting on the toilet seat covers). I placed my hand across the all-seeing-eye and then realized that she needed toilet paper and that it was across the stall (we use the disabled stalls most of the time. I have a hard time getting more than one person in those little ones). Of course, now I had to keep my hand on the wall and get the toilet paper which, with my luck, was a new roll and the paper was glued down. I know that if I let go she will jump, which I don't want, so I ended up basically doing the splits in the stall. I don't know how I did it, but somehow it all worked out and the child remained on the toilet the whole time. Like I said, I would like to beat the inventor with a stick!

And, apparently I am not the only one with this problem. Someone is actually selling a little device you put over the light so that it won't flush while your child is going to the bathroom. This is a picture from their website. It looks like this except the look on the child's face isn't fearful enough and she isn't leaping. Plus, I don't wear skirts during the week. It's a good image, however.

Don't You Wish Your Boyfriend Was Hot Like Me!

I love brilliant people, especially when they come up with genius ideas like this guy...

This photo provided by the Ashland Police Dept. shows Kasey G. Kazee, 24, of Ashland, Ky.,who was charged with first-degree robbery, according to Ashland Police Sgt. Mark McDowell. Kazee had his head wrapped in duct tape to conceal his identity when he tried to rob Shamrock Liquors Friday, Aug. 10, 2007.

Looks like it worked for him... almost. I hear duct tape works wonders for your pores, such as ripping them apart when you try to pull it off. I would hate to be around this guy when they pulled this off of his eyebrows and hair. With a combination of that and this picture circulating the internet, well, that might just be punishment enough. Good thing I'm not the judge.

Happy Turkey Day!

We just want to wish you and your family a most happy Thanksgiving! We are planning on hanging around here this year. David is going to cook the bird and I made some rolls and a couple of pies (I have no idea why, but I cannot make pie crust this month... it's terrible. At least it tastes better than it looks!) Hope all is well with you in your part of the world. Take care!

Our Sweet Ones

Let me start out by giving thanks to my Heavenly Father for allowing me to survive last week (I feel like I am accepting an Oscar or something). I thought it would be much worse than it was (with all the wrestling, biting, hitting, pushing and such), but I was truly blessed with his help and comfort. Especially since Boo was sick the whole time David was gone. I am also grateful to have my husband back. He is such a help and a joy to have in our home. We really missed him and we are so happy he is back!

I have to tell you this. We went to the store the other night to pick up food for Thanksgiving. I had just thrown something on and didn't have any make up on. I am pretty sure I looked like a wreck. Anyway, as we were walking through the produce section, Boo turned to me and said, "Mommy, you look beautiful." I am sure, at that moment in time, she was the only one who felt that way, but to me, that was the only thing that mattered. Boo has a way of making me feel good about myself. She tells me I am pretty and beautiful all the time. She also tells me I am a good mommy, even when I don't deserve any of it. I am so grateful for my thoughtful and loving little girl!

Boo has been sick. She picked up a lovely cold and cough from somewhere (one of our many activities) and has had it for a week and a half. It isn't as bad as it was, but she has been better. She has a lingering cough and the remnants of a runny nose, but is otherwise quite well. Bo picked up the cough on Saturday and sounded terrible from the start. I called the doctor's office on Monday and told the nurse her symptoms. She was playing and acting normal (except for waking up a couple of times at night) and didn't seem to have any symptoms Boo didn't have. The nurse told me they just had colds and to give them lots of liquids. Things changed Monday night. Poor little Bo didn't sleep for more than 45 minutes at a time (most of the time, it was less than that). It was a terrible night. She and I tried to sleep most of the day on Tuesday, as much as you can when you are waking up every time you turn over, which is all the time! I felt her forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever and her head was as cool as cucumber. When I went to change her diaper, however, completely different story. She had herself a warm and toasty fever. I was going to call the doctor anyway to make an appointment (I knew she must have developed an ear infection and possibly something more). Her appointment wasn't until 7:00 that night so we just tried to keep her happy until then. She was acting really strange-- pretty lethargic and not like herself at all. It took her a half hour to eat one little cracker. Then, she walked over to David to give him a hug and, after the hug, proceeded to throw up all over him. Poor baby and poor Daddy. Gross. So, of course, I was even more anxious to see the doctor! She was laying around for the next two hours which, if you know Bo, is completely unusual. So we went to the doctor and he said she probably has pneumonia, possibly bronchitis. He didn't want to give her an x-ray because she has a double ear infection as well and, since they are treated with the same antibiotic, he wanted to skip the radiation. He checked her blood oxygen level and, since it was high enough, she didn't have to go to the hospital. Thank goodness. So, our little girl is pretty sick. It's fitting because it is just before a holiday (family tradition in our home). We were sent on our way with some delicious medicine (yuck) and headed home.

Around 9:30 last night Bo asked to go to bed (well, nigh, night). I took her up to bed and she didn't complain one bit (she usually doesn't). I decided to sleep in the room with her last night since she had a fever and it was her first time taking the medicine. When I went in, I checked her for a fever. It was back so I had to wake her up to give her more Tylenol. I thought she would go back to sleep pretty easily. She didn't cry, but she didn't go back to sleep either. She called out to me and I went to get her out of her crib and put her in bed with me. Monday night and last night, I believe, are only her second time sleeping in a bed and not a crib. She doesn't like the bed at all. I don't know if it is because she is sick or she is realizing it's kind of soft, but she had no problems (well, for the most part). My whole point in telling you this is that, a.) I can't leave out the details, I try, but it doesn't work and, b.) I was able to have another sweet moment with my child. As she was laying there last night, more than half asleep, she reached out to my hand and arm and started rubbing them. When I thought she had gone back to sleep, I moved my arm out of the way. She put her hand on mine, brought my hand up to her face and interlocked our fingers and we held hands. We held hands for a while before she turned over to sleep. Then, a few minutes later, she turned back over and grabbed my face with her feverish hands, and fell asleep. She was burning me up, but it was worth it. We never know how much our children love us, and they will never comprehend how much we love them until they have children of their own. I now think I have a glimpse of how much my parents love me. I am so blessed and am so grateful for our sweet, sweet girls!

ABC's and 1, 2... Nope, just ABC's!

I realize it is late, very, very late. But I also realize I can't sleep while my husband is gone, therefore I do things like update the blog and watch freaky episodes of The X-Files. It was a great show, weird, but great.

Boo has been doing well in preschool. We had to cancel it this week because two of the four kids are sick (one being mine) and a third is out of town so it just made sense to cancel. That being said, we have had three wonderful weeks. I feel as though Boo is learning a lot. She wasn't too interested in the alphabet before (she plays a game on the computer, but she just liked all of the stuff it did, never really the letters) but now she knows most of the letters and is learning their sounds. She can also write the first letter of her name and a "B" without help. If she isn't concentrating or doesn't want to be bothered by my many questions, she forgets, but that must be her way of rebelling. We haven't really gone over numbers too much so we have a ways to go with that one. However, I have found some really helpful websites and I am going to make up some flashcards. She does know four, but why wouldn't she, it's her age! Here are a few things she has done in preschool. I know they probably didn't scan the best, but I am just happy we have a scanner!

Bubble art by Boo (you can buy a print next year. She will make MELLIONS!). You take paint, mix it with some soap, blow bubbles in it, and then set your paper on top of it. Pretty genius.

I wrote three of the letters, but she did the rest. It was her first time.

I tried to keep her on task with this one. She really just wanted to draw loops and color, but I thought she did a fantastic job.

When the Cat's Away... (yeah, I know it's long)

Boy, I tell you what. I admire single parents. I don't know how they do it. David left on Tuesday and it has been quite an adventure. We dropped him off at the airport Tuesday night and the girls and I started a crying contest. Boo started crying as soon as she realized we were at the airport and Daddy was leaving. It wasn't too bad, but there were some tears welling up. Bo started crying when I got out of the car to give David a hug goodbye (she thought I was leaving). I started crying as soon as he hit the curb and was crying as I got back into the car. That really set Boo off and she started bawling. She also has a cough so the cough mixed with the crying was about to become a messy combo, so I tried to calm her down. Then Bo realized there was something to cry about (or she is smarter than I give her credit for and she realized Daddy was back at the big building) and she let the tears flow. We all had a big cry for about a mile and a half before I could finally calm them down. As soon as they calmed down, I started to cry again because it was too quiet. Comical, really.

Yesterday was a difficult day for the girls. I was actually able to get quite a few things done while they played and helped me fold the laundry. This involves Boo rolling the clothes up into a ball and Bo running all over them, jumping on them, and picking them up and carrying them away into various locations, none of which are where they belong. I tried to teach Boo how to match the corners with the towels to fold it in half and half again, but she would just grab all of the corners together, make a parachute-like shape and then roll it. I encourage her to help me as much as possible (except for cutting, but that's mostly because I know she can cut things better than me and I don't need anymore distractions to help me cut myself even more. Ask David sometime about my inability to cut, chop, or slice food. It's great. I am quite lucky I have all of my fingers and toes, for that matter). It's fun to have her help and, even though it almost doubles my work, it's so fantastic to see her get so excited about helping me out. Love it!

So anyway, back to the subject at hand. I had joked to David that I wanted to go with him and that I was sure the girls could find some food in this place. TOTAL JOKE!!! I WOULD NEVER, EVER, EVER DO THAT... EVER!!!!!! Anyway, I you have to be careful what you say around kids because yesterday Bo tried to take a bite out of Boo's cheek. It wasn't funny at the time, but you could have identified her bite pattern by studying Boo's cheek. She had two half circles on the upper and lower parts of her cheek. It actually look like Bo tried to swallow her whole face. The bite marks have disappeared, but there are bruises in their place. Then, later that night, Boo, being the older stinker than she is, pushed Bo off the chair onto her face. She tried to catch her on the way down by grabbing the neck of her shirt to stop the fall (because choking her would make it so much better) and ended up not only scratching Bo's neck, but she fell on her own face as well. Then she shut the door on her little sister, inflicting a bruise to the head. Next, Bo pinched and subsequently scratched Boo's face because they were playing/fighting. And, I noticed a scratch on Bo's eyelid last night, but when we woke up this morning it looks more like a little black eye. GOOD GRIEF! One day, one day by myself and our girls are scarred for life! It was a war zone here. They also knocked me in the head a few times playing and ran into me as well. They really missed Daddy and so do I!!!! Today went off a lot better (maybe because they got all of the bruising out of the way). They only destroyed the living room and not themselves.

David had his interview today and he felt really good about it. He really likes the downtown area and the area of the hotel. I have to laugh because he rented a really small Kia. The lady at the counter asked him if he wanted to upgrade and her turned her down. I think he basically has to put the car on. He is completely squished in the driver's seat. I would pay to see that. He says it is really nice down there and he is enjoying the sun (even though it was overcast today). Yeah, it is snowing here and in the single digits. He has a polygraph tomorrow morning. He isn't nervous about that at all, but he is nervous about getting on the right planes and getting tickets for his flights at the airport. I had to laugh when the majority of our conversation tonight was about how he will switch airlines and if they will check him through all the way, not about being hooked up to a lie detecting machine. But, I guess if you have nothing to hide you shouldn't be nervous. Just the thought of it makes me want to run outside. So much for my career in criminal investigation.

Other than that, life is swell. I feel like I am about to burst some days and feeling small the next. Oh, and I realized last week that I am cursed (yes, brother-in-law-- me and my superstitious, it's a sign! ways). We have lived here for three and a half years and our vacuum just went out. That might not sound too bad except for the fact that it is our second vacuum. David says it is because I vacuum too much (I can't help it. We have dark pink carpet and it looks filthy after you scratch your arm... gross, I know, but basically true). It is a royal pain because the vacuum still slightly works, but it works in a strange way. It doesn't have any suction whatsoever, but it does take the stuff on the floor and either reposition it in a way that it looks vacuumed or it chops it up so fine that it is now living between the fibers of our carpet. There is nothing in the dirt container. It also takes me about 20 minutes to vacuum a 10 x 10 section of carpet. It's AWESOME! And, just for a little more fun, I got in line at the grocery store tonight behind one lady who didn't seem to have that many items and looked like she was almost done. Of course, as soon as I get there the cash register breaks, but I thought the lady was about done (although by her bitter tone and the violent manner in which she was handling her purse, you wouldn't think so). The manager tells me he will meet me at register down the way. I got there and started unloading all of my groceries onto the belt. He walks over and starts cleaning his managerial stuff off of the belt so I think I am about to leave the store. Next thing I know, the bitter lady is at the opposite end of the register and he is unloading everything in the bags and scanning it again. I, being the lazy person I am, did not remove my items, but continued to stay there. After several (meaning a lot) of rude comments and tones to this poor manager and yelling at her husband, the guy finally finished with this lady and she left. Forty minutes after I got in line after one person, I left the store with my groceries. I don't know what it is, but I ALWAYS get in the line that takes 15 plus minutes to check out. I usually try to scan and bag my own, but sometimes I am too tired and I have too many things. It's my luck! But if that is the worst that happens to me today, then I am doing wonderful!

That's the news for now. Hope all is swell in your neighborhood!

Boo's 4th Birthday

So I realize her birthday was almost a month ago, but it always takes me a long time to do anything (especially cook... but it is ALWAYS most delicious, just ask Quizno's... the alternative to Mommy's cooking when she it is "trial and error night.") Anyway, I still wanted to get them up (as I will also be putting up old pictures from this summer. I think I have all of the videos uploaded, but I can't remember what I did today so that might not be true). Again, here are pictures from the party. We had a lovely time. Boo had a lot of fun celebrating her fourth birthday. I can't believe she is so old! Our little one is growing up so quickly as she tells us all the time. I just hope it isn't too fast or she is going to be 16 years old and will still have to come and sit on my lap and give me a big hug and kiss!

The "booty."

The birthday princess with Grandpa and Buggum.

Which princess is truly royalty without a tiara, magic wand, and luxurious scarf?

Let the present opening begin...

Bo wants to see the "Lala" (as she calls princesses). She actually just calls this doll Barbie as well.

And she thinks it's her present. Boo is such a good big sister that she lets her play with it all the time.

Something to actually unwrap! Mommy is just lazy and puts the presents in a bag. Lazy, but easy.

Grandpa gave Boo a really cute little outfit. I think it is a school uniform (since it said school uniform), but it is absolutely adorable.

She received a Color Wonder princess coloring book from our friends (greatest thing ever invented), a High School Musical nail kit and gum. She was in heaven.

Her Strawberry Shortcake pony. Grandma let Boo pick out a couple of gifts. She picked the pony, a movie and another magic wand. The pony smells delicious, just like my old dolls!

I want to think they are sharing in this picture... I will leave it at that.

Holding back the addict from her temptation... sugar!

Smiling for the thought of cake.

I love this picture... she is adorable! The cake looks like dirt compared to our cutie (you may give yourself and insulin shot... now)!

Dirty face, but cute child.

Look at that face. What a happy girl!

Ok, so Daddy had to turn this cake around four times so that she could blow out all four candles. I seriously thought they would all melt before she blew all of them out, but she eventually made it. I only put a few of the candle blowing pictures up. There were a ton because it took forever for her to blow them out. It's difficult to blow when you are wearing a smile.

Finally! Bo says we should get to cutting!

Even though this picture slightly scares me (although it shouldn't... David gives me this look all the time to freak me out... after six years, it still wigs me out!), it's kind of adorable as well. I just hope she is really this happy getting a hug from me because I know it's how I feel!