Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Who Let the Frog Out? *ribbit ribbit ribbit*

Ok, so technically he's a toad, but STFU. He went from post hole to palace. (Ok, so it's the wreck we call home.)

And no, I'm NOT kissing him to find out if he's a prince in disguise. (Although I did almost convince one of the kids to give it a whirl.)

He's a fat little bastard (TFB2?) and is due for some tasty crickets. And even though he's a hefty one - he's QUICK! (And apparently likes to pee on TFB. Hee hee...) You can see his size in relation to the hands (and knees) in the picture. That would be my 9 year old. This is one of his slimmer days (before tasty crickets).

Of course, in letting him out to play, we had to dance around and sing the song. Always an adventure around here, it is.

Monday, December 4, 2006

Fire and Ice....

Pat Benetar ain't got nothin' on me. What did you say? WHAT?? DON'T MAKE ME BEAT YOU OVER THE HEAD. Oh, yeah, ice cream sounds good right about now. WHAT? YOU DON'T HAVE CHOCOLATE MOOSE TRACKS? WHAT KIND IF IDIOT STORE ARE YOU? Oh, ok, cookies with gooey caramel ice cream is ok. Yeah, I love you.

BAH! I'm not sure what's worse. Perimentalpause or pregnancy. At least pregnancy is over in ten months. (And no, there's no way in hell that I'm pregnant.)

Friday, December 1, 2006

My mutant children

Emmie Lou Who was eating a pretzel on Thursday and said, "Mom, my tooth hurts my front tooth when I bite this!" I thought "oh great. She cracked a tooth" (or something since her front teeth are filed flat from biting or grinding or whatever the hell it is she does.) So, being the wonderful mother that I am, I look in her mouth.

SHE HAS SHARK MOUTH just. like. her. sister.

She's got a wiggly bottom front tooth and just peeking out from behind it...her first permanent tooth. And she's already asked me if we could call every person we know to tell them the news.
What is with my mutant children??? (I've never even heard of shark mouth before Kasia got it. Must be TFB's weird genetics. I never had it as a kid!)

Now if only the damn thing would fall out on its own. (If it takes more than a month or two they'll yank it at the dentist.)