This is what happens when you let a 4yo and 2yo decorate a cake. Oh, and add a Mama who just wants to make her girls laugh.

A little icing on her finger - poor kid

 
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Yeah for posing!

Note: Do not accept this flower as a gift then leave it on the kitchen counter overnight.
It STINKS.

Looking for stuff to throw into the Pleasantville lake.

Can’t miss a chance to show off my BFF’s baby, Carter - 4 mo.

Mama & Carter

So I guess this is what I get for getting off my fat ass and participating in my life.

I get pure smiles from my girls when they discover a new park.

I get pure smiles from my husband when our girls cheer him on.

I get gratitude from my girls and my husband when join them in our life together.

SCREAM!

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I got a new phone 2 weeks ago, so I thought I’d try out the camera. All of these were taken w/ my new iPhone camera.

Girls Holding Hands

Waiting

Damn Car Naps

Stealing a Moment

Bananas Supreme
We drove 45 minutes and spent $25 in gas & tolls for this dessert.
And it was WORTH IT.

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Can you tell this kid LOVES penguins? What kind of a mom would I be if I didn’t force the kid to pet the damn penguin? That’s right, a pushover. No way, kid. You WILL PET THE DAMN PENGUIN.

SMILES!

Two other things to note: my smile for the camera, and the poor penguin wrangler’s face.

Classics.

I vaguely remember playing dolls as a kid, but I know I did. I remember a whole lot of my sister telling me what to have my dolls say, do, and where to move, so I blame her for my limited imagination skills.

Having two little girls, I knew someday I’d have to start playing dollies with them, and today was the first day. At 4, Anna is just now getting into play acting with toys and dolls, and at 2 1/2, Claire is in LOVE with dolls. She’s a mini-mom - sometimes better than I am. Anna is not a girlie girl and doesn’t have an attachment to any one doll, but Claire has a collection of naked (it’s how she rolls) babies in every room.

I was cleaning out their playroom of some furniture today, and found a house playmat. Oh, bejeebus. What the hell did I discover?

It is now a requirement for everyone in the house to play dollies on the playmat. Even Daddy.

I took a shift, so Daddy was up. Granted, he grew up a boy (shocker), so his version of playing dolls is GI Joe and Transformers. Same but different. Dollies don’t typically blow eachother up and launch grenades at one another.

Patrick’s first few minutes of dollies was a whole lot of Anna saying, “Dada! Pepe needs to SAY something!” “Dada! You need to SING with Pepe!”

After glances over my shoulder at him to add to the dolly conversation and to interact, the boy in him came out.

“thhhhhshhhhthinoitnttttt….”

“thhhhshshhthhshhshhthttt…”

It seems Pepe has a health issue. That, or he’s preparing for tomorrow’s colonoscopy.

More, “tthhhhsnsnsalnsanssnsnsnsnnnnsssssthttttthhthhhhhhhhhhh….”

I never knew three dolls (counting stuffed animals as dolls) could fart and shit their way around the house and it could be counted as conversation.

THAT’S how Daddy plays dolls.

My Heart

My Whole Heart

GAH - even I’m gonna throw up from all the love.

It’s SO nice to have a kid who used the crapper for so many reasons.

But(t)…

When that said kid requests requires me to hold her hand while she pees on the potty, then waits too long to go for her morning pee, then stands in the bathroom (thank GOD) and pulls down her pants, then pees her morning pee all over herself, her pajama pants, and the floor, then stands in the bath being hosed down, then her little sister comes in to see what’s going on and falls in the puddle of morning pee, then cries, then has to have her diaper and pajama pants pulled off her her, then has to stand in the bath and get hosed down, ALL BEFORE I BRUSH MY TEETH, I kinda wish she still wore diapers.

Good morning.