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The Wreckin’ Sisters

Posted on August 31, 2007

So, never one to turn down a dance challenge… Insert wild, maniacal laughterI thought I’d go ahead and post Briar and Avery as they clasp hands and sway and bounce completely out of synch with The Wreckers. It is in moments like you’ll see here, that my DNA unmistakably makes itself known.Insert proud sigh Hopefully the folks over at Baby Loves Disco and the lovely ladies at Parent Bloggers will find it as charming as I do, if they don’t, well- And it’s alright, yeah I’ll be fineDon’t worry ’bout this heart of mine Just take your love and hit the roadThere’s nothing you can do or sayYou’re gonna break my heart anywaySo just leave the pieces when you go

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My Baby Don’t Love Disco

Posted on August 31, 2007

She lives for Rascal Flatts (Thanks to Dad she actually has a very refined taste, but when she’s home with mama it’s country time). We’re still playing along in the Baby Loves Disco sponsored contest that Parent Bloggers are running. So, without further ado, here is my luscious as a home style dumpling, little Avery, shaking what her mama gave her to Me and My Gang much to her sister’s delight.

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Splat

Posted on August 30, 2007

Walking toward the house, Avery on my hip and Briar drag-skipping from my right hand, I spy something on the ground. I rush to make sure it isn’t another gift from Barnaby, slayed, fileted and left to bake in the afternoon sun. As I get closer I realize it is still alive, and I scoot it along the pavement with the toe of my shoe. Once, twice and then he does it, he flips over. I watch him crawl away. I smile. “Ok, girls, one minute. Mom just has to unlock the door.” “Uh-dow,” Avery gurgles, hugging me with excitement. “That’s right.” “Ooh, look mom.” Briar exclaims. I turn at the exact moment that her purple sandal stomps down, effectively halting the victorious escape…

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A suggestion

Posted on August 28, 2007

To the designers, producers and retailers of stuff for kids, I wanted to offer up a couple of tools for further honing of your gross negligence and unacceptable and unapologetic finger-pointing and cries of “wasn’t me!” My daughter, Avery. See her? Isn’t she cute? Doesn’t she look sweet and innocent? Don’t you just want to harm her? I mean really harm her, just when her parents think she’s safe? Oh, the victory in that, almost like shooting fish in a barrel.Click on the picture, make it bigger. Go ahead, force a dropper full of lead in her mouth, she won’t fight you. Certainly not if it’s in the form of a chirpy, gaily colored little duck watering can. Oooh, and if that doesn’t work,…

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Screw the Herd

Posted on August 27, 2007

The part 2 to yesterday’s post, was to be about another party. Another parade of children and parents bearing casseroles and gift bags, bound for yet another party to which we were not invited. I’ll not spend another minute fretting in this space, no more My So Called Life: The Parenting Years. I am resolving to focus on the good, if they have their wits about them, the rest of the ‘hood will catch on, if not, screw ’em.We are a family. A mom and a dad. A husband and a wife. Friends.Two sisters. Scrapping playmates. Friends.Explorers.Adventurers.Questers.And always, friends. Thanks to everyone who left comments making us feel like the most popular kids on the block. We are just fine, better than fine. Too…

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