Here they are — SuperGirl and Minnie Mouse.
We had some friends come over to go trick-or-treating with us — mostly princesses. All adorable.
A good time was had by all.
P.S. Am I the only person who is so over the high school kids who go trick-or-treating with no costume and a plastic grocery store bag?!
Ahhh, it’s over. Fun, but exhausting sums up our holiday experience.
Christmas 2009 — in numbers:
1 – Days I’ve been at work since 12/18 (two half-days)
2 – Movies seen (Avatar and Up in the Air — both good!)
3 – Presents I bought for myself
4 – Number of days I had to shop for all of my gifts
5 – Play dates Anabella had last week (good thing we like the same people)
6 – Bags of trash at curb on 12/26 (sorry, environment!)
20+ – Times Anabella took something away from Scarlett the two weeks I was at home
1 – Times Scarlett bit Anabella on the BUTT for doing it (on Christmas day no less)
P.S. Did you notice the new blog banner? I think it’s funny, but one of my coworkers (and the guy who drew the coffee mug) says it’s disgusting. Thoughts?
I have spent the last three days in malls and stores across Houston (because I hadn’t done jack crap to prepare for Christmas until last Saturday and this is how I like to punish myself) and have seen some redonkulous stuff passing itself off as Christmas gifts. Here are just a few of those “WTF is this?” gifts:
This thing was huge. Look how tiny the disposable cameras are in comparison. If you need a remote this big, well, can you really even see the TV anymore?
I know some people are really hard to buy for, but give me a break. Get a gift card.
I can really only think of one person that this is appropriate for — and Jesus isn’t into bling.
Here are the girls’ Halloween photos. Anabella was “Shine.” Yes, I know you have no clue who Shine is … no one else did either … so I let her carry the Shine doll around with her as a reference tool. (Shine is a character on Wow Wow Wubbzy voiced by Beyonce.) She had a blast and definitely has a little rock star in her, so that is all that mattered.
For the first time in a very long time, I was truly frightened on Halloween. My friend Kathy’s daughter was having her first birthday party, and Scarlett was still napping, so Anabella and I went over alone. Dan called just as we were leaving to go trick-or-treating with the birthday party to find out where they could meet us. A few minutes later, this comes walking down the street.
Yes, that is my husband and his last-minute, surprise costume. He’s wearing a Halloween costume of mine from several years ago (I was a senorita) … with painted finger nails and reeking of my perfume. And he was wearing a pair of heels that I haven’t worn yet. Oh, and pearls. LOL
P.S. Of course the girls were total cuties. I’ll post photos of them tomorrow. For some crazy reason, I signed up for NaBloPoMo this year (30 posts in 30 days), so I need to stretch this out. 😉
I get joy from my children almost every day, but one thing that is really so super awesome fantastic about little kids is how much they enjoy holidays. Anabella really “got” July 4th this year, which made it my best July 4th in at least a decade. (My last awesome July 4th included me losing my hearing for about two weeks, but that’s another post.)
My friend Stasa threw a great party, complete with babysitters and lots of activities for the kiddos. And she lives about a block away from the location of the biggest fireworks in Houston, so it couldn’t have been a better evening. Anabella discovered her love of glow-in-the-dark jewelry and fire, in the form of sparklers …
P.S. What’s Scarlett balancing on her head today? A box of mac & cheese, of course.
Oh what a crazy, jam-packed weekend. After two failed attempts to get a picture with the Easter bunny, I finally gave up and tried to convince myself that Scarlett would have just cried anyway. But secretly, I’m still sad about it. (On Friday night, the line was closed, so Dan told the girls that the EB was sleeping. Saturday, the line wrapped around the place twice, so I told them the EB was sick and needed some rest for Sunday. Are we nominees for the bad parent award yet? )
Otherwise the weekend went well … birthday parties, Easter egg coloring and “hatching” (meaning Anabella squishing a hard-boiled egg), hoarding of Easter basket goodies (“MINE!”), and of course, lots of chocolate. Here’s a few photos:
— The B.S. Cafe is now serving a classic Easter bunny photo from 2006. How cute is she?
Hi everyone! Hope your holidays were fabulous. I’ll blog about ours later (I’m at the airport) but let’s just say Anabella got a truck load of toys but only wanted to open her M&Ms and mommy discovered her second gray hair on Christmas day.
Dan and I are heading to Cabo San Lucas for three glorious kid-free nights, so I will be gone for a few more days.
Blogger Dan: our bet on the Texans game tomorrow is on. If you lose, I want either a can of Garrett’s popcorn or meatballs from Rosebud (but I’ll need to have those overnight. Ha!) Figure out what Texas treat you want … Not that it’s going to matter.
— The B.S. Cafe is now serving guacamole and margaritas.
Just pretending to be 3 years old
Over the weekend, my angry chick went missing. I knew Anabella was the culprit because I have had to tell her several times not to play with it. (“Art” and “breakable” don’t mean much to a 3 year old.)
Me: Anabella, where is mommy’s bird?
Anabella: Birds are outside. (runs to window) Nope, no birds outside right now, mommy.
Me: Where is the bird that mommy has on the desk in her office? The one you were playing with yesterday?
Anabella: Bird?
Me: Yes. Let’s go look. (walk into my office and point to where Angry Chick used to be)
Anabella: Bird is gone. (runs to office window) Nope, bird isn’t out there mommy.
Me: Anabella, did you move mommy’s bird?
Anabella: What bird?
Me: Anabella, the kitty misses her friend.
Anabella: (Very serious look on her face) Really?
Me: Yes, the kitty is very sad.
Anabella: Oh. (thinks about it for a minute.) I broke the bird. He’s in that box. (pointing under desk) Sorry, mommy. (leaves the room)
Sure enough, angry chick was thrown in a box … her gun barrel broken off. So apparently my sweet little girl was taking me on a silly, wild chicken chase, all the while knowing exactly what I was talking about. When did she get so smart … and devious?
Coolest Car Ever
Okay, maybe not the coolest car ever, but look at what my car did the other day when I was dangerously close to running out of gas.
It took the initiative to find me 20 gas stations within the range of the amount of gas I had left. The only way it could be any cooler is if it said something like “Hey, dumba** … you will be walking in about five minutes if you don’t get some gas.”
Secret Santa
I convinced my coworkers to participate in a Secret Santa exchange this week. Look what I got today …
It’s an old-school slinky … no plastic, child-safe crap going on here. It’s better than a stress ball, which is why I’ve been playing with it all day. No sense being productive on a Monday, right?
— The B.S. Cafe is now serving lead-based toys.
Just a few photos from our Halloween weekend. This is the first time Anabella understood what trick-or-treating means (“they are going to give me candy?!”), so she was really pumped. Scarlett went as a little witch. Couldn’t keep the hat on her, but she looked pretty cute anyway.
Anabella wanted to be a pirate … of course she had her “Arrrrrrr!” down perfectly, and she was the World’s Most Polite Trick-or-Treater ever, yelling “Thank YOU! Happy Halloween!” as she left every house.
Here is Winston in his pirate outfit. That’s Chloe, our neighbor’s daughter, who wanted to share her candy … apparently Winston looked like he needed a tootsie roll. When I mentioned he could barely fit into his costume, she decided to keep it for herself.
Saturday morning, we woke up to find a giant pile of itty bitty pieces of tin foil on the dining room table. I totally flipped out, thinking that Anabella had eaten 50 pieces of chocolate before 8:00 a.m., but then she showed me this.
I guess she just liked unwrapping them. Whew.
And here is a picture of Anabella at a princess birthday tea party on Saturday morning. She wanted to take the outfit off as soon as we got in the car.
