I’ve put up a variation of this pic before, but this just summarizes Anna all in one picture.
The money and candy lined up is ALL her.

A Leader is Born

5 Generations

And then there was Claire…

 Happy Mama’s Day!

This, too, will be gone.

Pride in putting poo in the potty.

Keep the questions coming.

I’m not one to usually remember funny quips said around Messy House, but this was, by far, the best advice I could pass along.

A naked Claire Kong, aka Trouble, was found digging for black gold. As her mother, I of course, tell her, “Stop digging in your butt!”

An inquisitive Anna, The Boss, Banana, asked, “Why you telling Caa to not dig in her butt?”

Mommy Dearest says, “Cause it’s not nice to dig in your butt.”

Anna Banana responds, “You don’t digg in your butt or else you get a hole in your butt.”

Sounds like good advice to me.

Classic circa 2006

I’m still taking suggestions and demands on my Whatchawant? post. Keep ‘em coming, and keep ‘em dirty interesting.

I’m officially announcing the successful coercion of my almost-4-year-old daughter to piss and poo on the shitter!

How’d we she do it? I attribute everything that’s happened to the Communism marketing machine that is Nickelodeon.

The Boss saw an ad for the new Wonder Pets Save the Beetles DVD, and decided she HAD to have it. Thus began the countdown to April 22nd.

Weeks and weeks passed with each day crossed off on the calendar proudly displayed on the fridge to the big “star day.” On the star day, the last diaper would be worn, and the new crapass Wonder Pets movie would make its arrival.

Knowing my daughter and her quirks, I knew we were in for some trouble. The trouble came and went with tears shed (hers and mine), but for all of its emotion, she now PISSESS and SHITS on the crapper!

Oh happy day.

Now I just have to get that DAMN pacifier away from Trouble.

I’m an ass,

I wrote a post last week about the suckiness of Orlando, but I’ve had a change of heart in just a week.

Why?

Cause Mama got a FREE mini vaca!!!! WOOT WOOT!

Seems the MiL got a new timeshare at one of the ritziest places in all of the universes Orlando, and we got to come along for the ride. Saweeet!

We were planning on only visiting during the day. Then we decided at the last minute to stay one night.

Then Mama walked in the place.

And Mama decided to stay the WHOLE DAMN WEEKEND.

Holy SHIZ! Talk about resort living in luxury!

MiL got a two-bedroom suite w/ 2 balconies, full kitchen (totally went to waste, much like my own kitchen), two full fancy pants bathrooms, two king-size beds, and one whirlpool tub big enough to fit the five of us. And two of us ain’t what you’d consider “small persons.”

You can start your jealousy now. Cause I’m jealous of myself, and I was there.

Now I’m trying to figure out how to scam each of the timeshares around Orlando into letting us stay a night or two. If anyone has pointers on how to:

a) get access to the many resort pools in Orlando
OR
2) get a free night or two in any of the many resorts in Orlando

please contact me ASAP. I’m running short on nice weather around here. It’s about to turn hellish - as in, 95 degree heat with 99% humidity.

GINORMOUS (will someone tell spell-check this is a word) Bath Tub
GIRLS GONE WILD!

Swinging in the Pool

Girls in the Pool - If you’d like to start donating to this kid’s future orthodontic care, I’ll kiss you. On the lips.

Monkey See…

Water Baby

This pic is SOOC (”untouched by Photoshop” for those not INK (”in the know” for those OOTL (”out of the loop” for those not in my head))) For serious - BEAUTIFUL day.

Commence jealousy, sucka.