wants and desires

This IS safe for work. No inappropriateness here.

Here is what I want--for my blog to be fancier. Fancier lay out, fancier pictures, fancier fancy pants and someone to fancy me.

I also want for when I wash my hands they not dry out like crazy which leads me to not wanting to wash my hands.

Too much to ask?

Putting the fun back in disFUNctional.

Have I posted Christmas pics yet? Me thinks not. We tried to get a family shot that... no lie, took like 200 shots. We also put some headbands on Griffin so he could try them out for his cousin coming in May. He's an adorable girl.

My nephew is a hair puller when tired. Hence the following hilarity.

self portrait.

You can't tell but there is snow on the ground. In south Texas. This is huge, y'all. Huge. We canceled work. I chose the black and white version so you couldn't see my roots.

The kid hates banana's, but was making out with mine. Then spitting out the nana mush. And, yes, his sleep sack IS only half way on. I don't claim to be the best parent. Just one who takes compromising pics of her kid.

Ben is under the impression that G needs some article of clothing that professes love for him. I think it's more that I bought him a valentine's shirt that says, "Mommy's Valentine." And, they don't make a ton of boy stuff that says, "I love dad." I mean, sure they have things like, "daddy's little sheriff" or cowboy, or white boy or something. Lets be honest... we're super WASPy over here. His name is Griffin--in case you missed all of the monogramming.

G's TWO TEETH are already becoming big. He clearly gets this and his big thighs from me. Sorry, love. You are destined to a life of horse teeth and the constant search for amazing jeans.

He also loves the digital photography... or eating the camera strap. I took this picture while the strap was still attached to the camera. I love the squished up face trying to get the whole thing in. Sorry, dude... those big teeth are holding you back.

homicide

I almost shot someone today. True. It was a guy selling cleaning products. At least that's what I gathered when he started to hold out his cue cards.

He rang the doorbell at 1:45. I was disinfecting toys and cleaning. My dogs went ape shit crazy (clinical term.) Maggie considered eating him. Yep, the dumb one.

I was trying to get out the door and close it without dogs pouncing on the man. He said something about hoping they don't like chicken?

Which made me wonder... do cleaning product sales guys taste like chicken? And do they do baby duty when they wake them up?

A Happy Harry Meal

So news of all news--We have a Wild About Harry's in Austin now! It is amazing. Simply amazing. And a central part of my college experience. Harry was there alot--kind of a local celeb.

Anyway, their kids meals are called Happy Harry Meals. Which I think is amazing. And weird.

We went on Friday night after having sushi. Yep, kept the kid up late because mama NEEDED a custard fix. I don't remember the last time I had it. The little girl (I call her that because she was in high school) wanted to make SURE that we knew that their Harry Meals were on special on Mondays and Tuesdays... so we could bring Griffin back.

Bless her heart.

I'm a swinger.

How inappropriate can I be in relation to my child? Answer. Very, apparently?


I was just trying to come up with a clever title and it's all I've got other than my typical idea of, "I have the cutest kid ever." There are only so many times you can use that as a title, though... right?

A painter--not an artist.

So for Christmas I got my mom and painting adventure. So, she, my sister and I took off and left the boys at home to go create a master piece. This was TOTALLY harder than the last time I went. And, Svetlana, our instructor, was kind of hard to follow at times. She reminded me of my 10th grade Algebra 2 teacher who had a VERY thick accent and would put up an equation for 3 seconds and say, "look at it. Memorize it. Ok. Lets move on." Svety would say, "And it's as easy as that."

So here is evidence of our extreme arty-ness.