Trim those hedges!

I have never gotten quite this carried away with our landscaping. When I was a teenager, I decided to make the ivy growing on our lampost into a swirling topiary. Do you know how many spiders live in those sorts of places? I do. *shudder*

Clean up! Clean up!

My mother used to say, "A man may work from sun to sun, but a mother's work is never done."

However, I think its just dirty pool to *follow* me and create chaos in my wake.

Flabby Abby

Since we had our son 4 years ago, our dog has gained a massive amount of weight. Coincidence? I think not.

Singing in the shower

The shower is the *best* place to sing. The acoustics are fantastic, *and* you can't tell if anyone is eavesdropping.

Regurgitating Valentines

I'm learning how to keep carnivorous plants alive. I now have a sundew and two pitcher plants that are not only alive but thriving. However, they do not have the ability to regurgitate valentines. Yet.

No survival instinct

I love my toddler. He is a ball of cuteness. It's nearly impossible to stay mad at him for longer than 2.5 seconds, because its hard to stay mad when he's making you laugh and squirt soda out of your nose. However, there are some days when I wonder if he has any sense of self preservation.

Naptime

Mike is a champion couch napper. I have seen him stay sound asleep through all manner of poking and prodding by our resident toddler. He also is immune to the "What the heck? *I* want a nap!" stare. Unless you are wielding a +10 Pillow of Pestering.

Craft overload

Sometimes, I get one too many projects going at a time. This may be a slight exaggeration of the results.

Also, "Foom" is a fun word.

Sleepy sleepy

I am obsessive when I find something new and fun to do. As a result, I've been kept up far too late this week with visions of Napkin People dancing in my head. Sleep, sleep would be so very nice.

Wreck of the Hesperus

"You look like the wreck of the Hesperus!", my grandmother used to say to me. Of course, in my child mind it was the "Wreckofthehesperus", and I imagined it to be some wild mythical beast! No napkin birds were harmed in the drawing of this cartoon.

Push me! Push me!

Men never really grow out of enjoying being pushed around. In a shopping cart. I have actually pushed my husband around in one of those beasts that have a park bench bolted to the back. He and my daughter delighted in throwing off the balance of the cart in an attempt to careen into various life sized cut outs of product spokescartoons.

Cropdusting is evil.

Napkin people display affection in very strange ways sometimes.

Words make Mike's head explode.

My daughter loves words. She loves them so much that she is always trying out new ones, jamming them into phrases with all the finesse of a sledgehammer. One day, I have no doubt, she will generate fantastic works of literature. Until then, we get..."vigorous hair".