Holiday Memories

Awe, this would be so cute... if she wasn't systematically taking ornaments off the tree and destroying them. I think I threatened to take the entire tree down at least twice (before Christmas.)

The holiday card rejects

Ah, there's nothing like checking out the camera and finding 242 photos. What fun awaits us! Let's start with the photos that didn't make the ol' holiday card.

That's my boy! With the infamous gun built from Trio blocks. Just because you don't give a boy a gun, doesn't mean he won't find a way.

 And yes, Zoe pretending to eat sweet basil seeds. Sure, mommy said no, but give it a taste, for fun. (Side note- maybe you'll think twice before listening to your brother.)

 Hmm, taking over the world? Or contemplating how to scale the child-proof pool fence?

 Take a picture mommy! I have my shirt off! And I'm golfing! Well, I guess it worked for John Daly?

Check out these nails and the 42 coats of polish I have on them now. Oh, and this stash of ornaments I took off the tree when mommy wasn't looking. She's going to be SO happy!

When I'm away...

I ran to Wal-mart on Sunday. Just to pick up a couple things for grilling that afternoon. We had some friends over, everyone was watching football.

I was gone less than 30 minutes I'm sure.

I came home to 4 men watching football, and Zoe sitting quietly in the toy room.

Me: "Jeff... have you see Zoe?"

Jeff: "Yes. She's quiet. And playing with stickers. Leave her alone."

Me: "You sure about that? Would you like to take a look?"

Too bad I don't have a photo. Zoe was covered in stickers. Literally, because she had taken off every piece of clothing and had stickers from her forehead to her feet. Thankfully she skipped the hair.

Target, I'm breaking up with you

There are a few unspoken rules of suburbia that everyone has come to accept. For example, parking lots are ugly to look at, but that's the price we pay for always having parking. No one has to circle around the block to find the cheaper spot in suburbia.

But someone has been messing with the rules. My Target. How could they?!

You see, one of the new equations for suburban happiness is the mix of great coffee and Target. It's expected. You use the excuse of needing to buy diapers, escape the house for a fancy coffee and a stroll around Target. No, not exactly glamorous but I take what I can get.

But they closed my Starbucks, beside my Target.

Listen, I know, it sounds crazy. But you just don't mess with things that work. Highly caffeinated moms with little sleep are exactly who Target wants. Why would they do this to me?! Now, instead of coffee they are selling hummus and pita chips. I love hummus. But I don't want to eat it as I walk around Target. It's wrong. And they are really messing up my day.

Target, we're on the verge of a break-up. I just can't believe you would do this to me.

Why women have children

Me, "I really need a haircut."

Jeff, "You know who has a really great haircut?"

Hmmm, I'm guessing it's not me, your adorable, loving, amazing wife?

Jeff, "It's that girl on that new show. What's it called?"

He said more, I just quit listening after 'that girl.'


POST HAIRCUT

Zoe says, "Mommy, you're boo-tiful. Hair just like Punzel!"

I'm guessing she means the Rapunzel of Tangled fame, and after she got her hair hacked off by a shard of glass. I'm not sure if that's a compliment to my stylist or not, but I'm taking it as a compliment.

Score one for Zoe and zero for Jeff. And another explanation as to why women keep having children despite the constant noise and mess- they know how to give a compliment.

Just a pic :)

Another Halloween Pic

And quite possibly one of my favorites :)