Now THIS is funny (twisted, but funny):
Thanks, Shoog, for that giggle!
Would you take a freakin' look at what arrived in the mail on Tuesday...the first post-2nd-birthday-party-day that the mail ran.
Not that I am peeved about this or anything...but here were the perfect cupcake party themed favors. Vanilla cupcake scented bath bombs. Bummer!
Also, Alex will be the lucky recipient of a "good sales score." I tend to be a shopper. I tend call it retail therapy. Most of the time it works out. Like the last time I was in Wheeling, Reid was saying that he wanted some kind of shelving thing for the bathroom. When I was looking in the attic for things a little bit ago to send up with Erin tomorrow night, what did I find but a small little bathroom shelf made just for that purpose. I got it at Target on clearance...more than a year ago. It was a good deal and you never know when you are going to need something like that.
But back to Alex...and the attic which is fill with all sorts of stuff. I just stumbled upon two onesies (one plain red, the other one Alex probably wouldn't want...unless Anne & Sean become very adept at Photo Shop to change the coloring of the lavender and hot pink stripes) and a pair of jeans - all size 18-24 months. Elizabeth could likely wear them...ONCE, but I just don't see the need to wash them for that one time wear. So, lucky Alex will inherit one pair of brand-spanking new jeans and a new red onesie.
What will I learn from this little tale...to squirrel my sales scores in a more obvious place.
Our baby girl is becoming more of a little girl and less of a baby...she is truly amazing!
What a great time we had at Elizabeth's party! She was an absolute angel - and didn't take a nap all day. (She nearly fell asleep drinking her milk at dinner, shortly before 7:00, so Reid & I helped her take a long bath. She held off sleep until just shortly after 9:00...and slept VERY soundly through the night.)
Elizabeth's party is today. She's waaaaaaay excited. Squealing at decibels that has surprised me that the windows haven't cracked. She's already burst two helium balloons - and we're still a little over two hours away from party time.
I can't believe my baby girl is TWO years old! Oh my!!!
It snowed on Monday evening covering the ground by 1+ inches. Elizabeth loves the snow, so I dressed her in her snow boots so she could walk in the snow just the few steps to the car and from the car into Nana & Papa's house. On the drive to Nana & Papa's, I heard her say, "mmmmm" as she often does when she is eating something yummy. I turned around to see her picking the snow from her boots, eating it, and then saying, "mmmm, yummy." I told her to stop eating the snow from her boots and that it was yucky. Elizabeth replied, "I can't help it, Mommy." And then she took another bite.
Today, I received two funnies via email that actually made me giggle...this is not typically the case as I tend to receive a whole bunch of stuff that I have seen before...and that didn't make me laugh the first time around. Anyway, I had to share these two - the first from my Mom, the 2nd from one of my AACE amigos, Todd:
God asks Joe Paterno first: "What do you believe?" Joe thinks long and hard, looks God in the eye, and says, "I believe in hard work, and in staying true to family and friends. I believe in giving. I was lucky, but I always tried to do right by my fans." God can't help but see the essential goodness of Paterno, and offers him a seat to his left.
Then God turns to Tom Osborne and says, "What do you believe?" Tom says, "I believe passion, discipline, courage and honor are the fundamentals of life. I, too, have been lucky, but win or lose, I've always tried to be a true sportsman, both on and off the playing fields." God is greatly moved by Tom's sincere eloquence, and he offers him a seat to his right.
Finally, God turns to Rich Rodriquez: "And you, Rich, what do you believe?" Rich replies, "I believe you're in my seat."
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A man is stumbling through the woods, totally drunk, when he comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the river. He proceeds to walk into the water and subsequently bumps into the preacher. The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of alcohol, whereupon he asks the drunk, "Are you ready to find Jesus?" The drunk answers, "Yes, I am."
So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water. He pulls him up and asks the drunk, "Brother, have you found Jesus?"
The drunk replies, "No, I haven't found Jesus."
The preacher, shocked at the answer, dunks him into the water again for a little longer. He again pulls him out of the water and asks again, "Have you found Jesus, my brother?"
The drunk again answers, "No, I haven't found Jesus."
By this time the preacher is at his wits' end and dunks the drunk in the water again -- but this time holds him down for about 30 seconds, and when he begins kicking his arms and legs, he pulls him up.
The preacher again asks the drunk, "For the love of God, have you found Jesus?"
The drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says to the preacher, "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"
I'm so far behind I'm skipping Christmas. Elizabeth saw all of her family (including Steve, Jessica, Grace, and Emily!) and got more toys than a little girl could hope for. (Mama is still working on those thank you notes...)