Category: Random

What’s in Baylor’s Bag? – 9th Edition

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Sherri, this one is for you!

Wow, the kiddo was busy this week.

To start, Baylor’s bag of choice was a gift bag from her birthday. It lights up when you push the button and it took me 9 tries to get a picture where you can see the lights.

Contents:

1 sippy cup

1 soft picnic basket with food inside

goggles

her super silly glasses

her new Ariel shoes from Auntie Ali that she LOVES and wears any time she’s in the house

a bean bag

1 ball

Mouse

Sing-a-Ma-Jig

her Cubs hat

a rosary

play sized cooking utensils

play food pizza, bread, doughnut and hot dog

Where’s the Tome – 1st edition

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In case you missed last week’s post, I will be illustrating the travels of Baylor’s Gnome – or Tome as she calls him. Get excited. He goes to some funny places.

I think I might be having more fun than Baylor with this story line. The kiddo had Tome going for a dip in her pool…I may or may not have suggested he talk to Barbie. And is it me, or is he smiling??

A Ghetto Fabulous Summer

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What do you do when you live in Arizona and you don’t have a pool to cool off in? You make a pool to cool off in. Because when the high is 114, there’s only so much pool-less-ness one can take.

Yes, this is our little backyard ghetto oasis. This is the only time of year that I would love the maintenance and cost of having a pool, but because the pool fairy hasn’t come yet, this is what we do to have some fun. And actually it is really fun. The hose going down the slide into the pool? Awesome. The mister under the shade of an umbrella? Surprisingly refreshing. “Tea” parties with Tome the Gnome and Barbie? Can’t beat it.

So while it may look a bit questionable, it is quite fun and refreshing. And some day when Baylor is in therapy describing how she had to play in a tiny pool where she had to roll around to get wet, at least she’ll have the money to pay for it since we didn’t blow her therapy money on a life-size pool.

Happy Father’s Day

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We had a lovely Father’s Day weekend. Peter’s one request was no gifts so we went the home made route:

Just what every dad wants –  silly glasses! They were a big hit:

Baylor is clearly excited:

Please note the oh-so-cool-improvised wands on the sides. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.

Where’s the Tome?

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For many years, Mame had a gnome that sat by her front door. It drove my mom nuts and one day she snuck into Mame’s house and left a book called “How to Survive a Garden Gnome Attack” with a note inside:

It became a great joke – my mom would always ask when she was getting rid of the gnome and Mame would always threaten to start a collection.

Every time we would visit Mame, Baylor insisted on being the one to notify her that we were there. First we would ring the door bell. Then Bay would knock and shout: “It Baylor!!”. Which comes out more like “Bay-yer!” and the “it” is not a typo. There’s no “s” when she says “it’s”.

After she finished alerting Mame, she would spend the few moments waiting for her to come to the door petting the gnome. Except she calls him “Tome” instead of Gnome. The pats on his little hat were followed by sweet whispers saying “Hi Tome. Good Tome”.

I brought the gnome home to our house this week and put him outside her play house. The kid doesn’t miss a thing and was thrilled that Mame’s gnome had come to live at her house.

The funny thing is a few days later, she started moving the gnome around. He’s been in the wagon, down the slide, in the wadding pool and sitting at the dinning room table. The concept cracks me up so expect to see more posts on where Tome is this week.

Tome’s new home

Tome on the move…

Church Talk

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This is the conversation Peter and I had on the way into church yesterday. I’m going to leave out who said what. You’ll get why.

“Oh no. I think I forgot to put on deoderent.”

“That’s ok. I forgot to brush my teeth.”

“Well at least we won’t have to worry about anyone sitting too close to us.”

Amen!

Phun with Photos

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If you could get your DAMN kid’s DAMN coloring book out of my DAMN bed, that would be helpful. I’d like to get some DAMN sleep!

“Mommy, I really loooove your shoes! Are you suuuure I can’t wear them a little longer??”

The real question is; who DOESN’T wear a knit cap and Little Gym medal to walk their dog?

Yet Another Note To Self…

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When sick and looking to whatever decongestant the pharmacist just had me sign for – no matter how many time’s I’ve taken it, and no matter how many pills are in each little bubble in the package, check to see what the dosage is. Because it’s no fun feeling like I’m walking through a pool of molasses all day only to find out I could have and should have taken two pills instead of just the one.

Also, stay at home moms should get sick days. Just saying.

Note To Self…

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Accidentally pouring Oxy Clean into the cup where the Downey goes in my HE washer will not result in really clean and soft clothes as I pretended my little hic up would. It will, in fact, result in the softener and stain lifter combining to make an unholy substance that clogs up said cup. This new substance will lead to me having to look up on the internet how to get the soap cup contraption out of its place so I can chip/wash the now solid, albeit delightfully scented concoction down the drain.

On the bright side, now my garbage disposal smells really good.

Notable Quotes

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We had a fantastic weekend. We accomplished a monumental to do list and also had a great time too. That said, there were lots of laughs. I happened to be on my game and write them down. Here are the highlights:

Peter: “that’s a great idea”
Me: “thanks, it’s the wine. It brings on my creativity”
Peter: “you must be drinking white because red just makes you drunk”
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Peter: “they say he’s just a really nice guy”
Me: “you mean like a really nice guy for having so many tattoos”
Peter: “no, I mean like he’s a really just nice guy”
Me: “listen, those aren’t puppy dogs and smiley faces. Those are ANGRY tattoos. Really Nice people don’t get angry tattoos”
Peter: “ok, so maybe he’s like a nice guy for a guy who had angry tattoos”
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Me: “Good God, we didn’t become hockey fans, did we?!!”
Peter: “it’s the playoffs”
Me: “well, last time I checked we aren’t Canadian soooo lets make a deal on what we’re watching, ok?”
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And my personal favorite watching Sesame Street with Bay:
Oscar the Grouch to LL Cool J: “Listen Mr.’Momma-said-knock-you-out’, if I don’t want to go to the beach, I don’t have to!!”.
Oh that Oscar, he’s a witty one!