A Turd-Burglar??

What?

What was that you just said??

Really, did you just call our sweet, (OK, sometimes sweet) baby girl a turd-burglar??

Little Bit likes to read books - OK so she doesn't 'read', and she only knows and hand full of letters and can only count to like 7 - BUT - she likes to 'read' in bed before she drifts off into dreamland for the entire night without crawling into mine at some point at night. Anyway - not the point - the little stink bug sneaks out of her room to get a book or hundred each night.

Tonight instead of quietly going to her bed, she comes to sit by the wood stove and The Cowboy says, "HEY, Turd-Burglar go to bed."

Can Someone Please Tell Me???

How, after 3 children - Can I not get the bath-water temperature right?

Really, I just do not get it?

Seriously - Can you please tell me what medium temperature is, cause I just don't know??

One would think it would be lukewarm, right?? OH NO - "THAT HURTS MY SKIN" come the screams of Little Bit as she steps into the bath "I WANTED MEDIUM!!!" is all that comes wailing, repeatedly out of this small sometimes sweet child.

OK so she has had ALOT warmer baths with no complaint! And it was borderline too cold - it was warm - not too hot, not too cold. A pedantic nurse in the NICU could not have done better on the temperature.

And isn't medium a size anyway?? How in the world I am suppose to win when I don't even get the rules!

A Evening at My House

So after a long day of teaching 5th and 6th graders, who by the way I think have lost their minds - but wait, it may be me, I'll have to get back to you on that one ---- anyway......

After school I go grocery shopping where I save about $55 with sales and coupons - LOVE that!! Once home, I unload and put away said purchases, make sure homework is done, think about starting some laundry but remember I forgot to stop at wally-world and get detergent, so never mind.

I decide to make bacon sandwiches for supper (it was buy 1 get one free) to which The Cowboy turns up his nose and says, "That's it" I say "OK we'll scramble some eggs, too" I was looking for easy here - work with me!

As the bacon starts to fry and give off the most wonderful smell and our tummies are rummbling, we hear some noises coming from the bathroom, it was Little Bit. The Cowboy goes to check and see what is going on. He comes back and offers to take over the cooking, Little Bit apparently needed my help. It seems she has had a little accident. She must have been so busy playing, she waited just a little bit too long.

She needed a bath, the bathroom required cleaning, floor and all! Finally she is clean, the bathroom cleaned, sanitized and disinfected, jammies are on and her hair is dried.

We head to the kitchen to see how supper is coming along - wonderful - it is almost done. The Cowboy is finishing up the eggs, and I start the toast. The eggs are finished, The Angles - oh I mean the children have set the table without fighting -HA HA HA HO HO HO HEE HEE - OK so I like to live in denial.

The Cowboy proceeds to scrap off the griddle and then heads to the trash can to dump it. He didn't know about the little tray thingy (yes, that is the technical name for it) under the griddle that collects all the grease.

So I cleaned to the kitchen floor as well.

NOOOOOO!!!!!!

Tell me its not true! It can't be - it just can't!!!

I got a postcard in the mail - it really almost made me cry! I really can't be that old - I just can't - It is not true - I refuse to believe that it is!


How in the world could a post card cause me to want to run to the nearest corner and live in denial for the rest of my life???


It is a postcard for PRE-TEEN camp for this summer - to pre-register! WHAT!!!????? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!


I thought The Cowboys eyes were going to pop out of his eye sockets when he saw it and said, "WHAT!!"


This is not the face of a PRE-TEEN


NOR the one in the Blue Shirt








OR this little cowboy


OR the one of the First Day of School!


PRE-TEEN? This mud monster??

NO!! NO!! NO!!

Please, PLEASE, PLEASE Tell me it is not true! I'll believe you!!!!

Fishing with PaPa

Last summer we took the kids fishing.

You have to pick just the right bait for the job.

It must be attached just right.

Then you try it out......

And decided you need to change something.

AHHH, yes that is better.

Yep, she'll do

Mostly, you just sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

With of course a few 'Why?' questions here and there.