Triple Threat

Dancing? Check
Singing? Check
Drama? Spend a weekend at Campbell's House and then YOU tell me...

We Luh-HUV this time of year!

Can you tell?

(I got this little gem of a pic today at lunch.  Isn't technology just awesome?  I bet our parents never even gave a thought to what positively precious things we were doing during the school day.  Much less if we had our horns up.)

And, yes... we are those neighbors.

Hook 'Em!

Shave and a haircut...

Not yet.

This weekend we resorted to using hair wax on the Bean.  I was going for the faux hawk look, but Dad was not on board.  He said it was looking a little Ed Grimley. 

Therefore, Alan was practically begging to get the boy's haircut.  But, I just couldn't do it.  Not yet.... he's only 10 months old. 

I think he makes a pretty cute surfer baby, I must say.

Peace out.

Big dreams

6:30a.m. is wake-up time at Campbell's House.
This morning, like every other morning, I prepared the Diva's "wom" milk and a bottle for Stratton and headed downstairs to wake them.  Over the monitor, I could hear Stratton awake in his room- that is he was already hammering on his crib.

By the time I got to his door he was standing up in the crib and grinning ear to ear!  I snatched him out of bed and kissed him about 100 times. 

Then, I went into Campbell's room, turned on her lamp, and kissed her on the forehead to wake her.  She opened her eyes and said, " Mommy, I was finking about an icecream sandwich with a cookie on top and sprinkles and M eeee Ms. While I was asleep.  Is that still finking? Or is that dream finking?"

Atta girl!  You can't get much better than a dream with sprinkles!

What they don't know won't hurt 'em

Successful trip to the beach for my babies! I lu-huv the beach!!!  I really lu-huv the beautiful beaches of Cancun and Playa Del Carmen.  But in a pinch the gulf coast will do. 
I mean, I grew up frolicking in the murky jelly fish infested, tar laden shores of Port Aransas. And when I say grew up, I mean, when I was old enough to get down there... Grita is not a fan of the beach.

But, once I laid eyes on the Caribbean shores, I was hooked. Port Aransas is no Cancun.  But... it is the beach.

I was crossing my fingers that the fruit of my loins would also be beach babies... As luck would have it, they both really liked the beach.  Stratty who never cries about anything (aside from hunger and poopy diapers) pitched a wall-eyed fit when he was not granted permission to crawl at will into the surf unattended.  The Diva wanted to spend  all her time in the water jumping waves.  Ahhh.  Aunt Sandy would be so proud.

And while, I'd like to think that Aunt Sandy was watching over us from heaven and protecting us while we splashed about in the gulf... she must have had to take a tinkle break.  Because poor Opes felt the wrath of a "jelly bean, that ate her up!"  Damn jelly fish.  A kind stranger on the beach lent us a shot of vinegar to kill the pain.   Seems like in the not so distant past another stranger lent us a shot of vodka for hair lightening.... ahhh good times.

All in all the trip was GREAT!  We tanned responsibly... and came home ready to make the trip again soon.

Peace out!
XOXOX

Bad mothering or fiber-licious?

Once again, Hootie would like to point out that Stratton is getting the  SBS or "second born shaft"  (heavy on the BS, I am sure...)

Campbell got the Princess treatment back in the day.  Complete with the Grita-made high chair cover, handy stick to the table placemat, and the Clorox wipes pre-treatment of any surface her little hands, let alone MOUTH might come in contact with.  Not to mention that I was fully armed back then with every toddler snack and sippy cup known to man kind.  Poor Stratty. 

Refried beans, goldfish, and water out of the non-disinfected rim of my water glass at Serano's. He did not have tortilla dipped in bean juice... but I did briefly consider it.  I did have a baby spoon in the MAKE-UP bag in my purse.  To which the Diva inquired: 

Mommy, why you have a spoon in there with OUR lipstick?

Hmmm... good question.  Just call it Super-Mothering!

Happy 9 birth-month-iversary, Stratton!

Peace out and love,
Mother of the Year

Vocabulary lesson

I love this age!  Campbell is just hilarious.  She has a quick wit about her (she got that from her mother, I am sure) and her vocabulary is quite large for a three year old.

Here are a few of my favorite words:

Am-ee-uhl
"I need to sleep with lots of am-ee-uhls at bed time!"

Sun scream
"Mommy, don't get the sun scream in my eyes!"

E-cuz
"I need some ice cream, ecuz my tummy is grumbly."

Brudder
"Baby brudder!! Stop pulling my hair!"

fink: think
"I fink we should go to the beach."

And Hootie's personal fave...
wom
"I like my milky wom."  Opposed to hot or cold...

Some oldies but goodies from other members of this family:
Glassable- breakable (Dayce)
Sink water- tap water (Dayce)
De-roderant- deoaderant (Heather)

I am sure you've got a list of your own family's words... funny how they stick, isn't it?