Define Irony.......

Here was our snow day with no snow!!!! We drove for hours and couldn't find snow for nuttin'! Oh, I take that back, I found one small pile when I tripped over a log and landed in it. Look at my poochies; they were so happy! And look at the cutest bear in the whole woods--Liam the polar bear! We had a fantastic day. Chris and I just couldn't stop oohing and ahhhing over little man. Wish we could have found some more snow though! We saw the most amazing waterfall and the mountain air was delicious. Well, til later!

Go Ahead And Shoot Me Now...

I think I am dying. Very slowly. It's not snot I keep blowing out of my nose it is brain matter. At least that is what it feels like. Add to my list of things no one warned me about #435 Mom's don't get sick days. OMG I am so tired and Liam is sick too, so he is very cuddly and clingy and I am NOT complaining about that part. I love the cuddles. I am complaining that all I want to do is crawl under the covers and come out some time next week. It is funny I will use kleenex like in this picture and Liam will look at me quizzically and then pull the kleenex out of my nose and wave it around. He looks at me like, "Hey that doesn't belong there!" Yesterday it was so wonderful and warm, today it is soooo windy and stormy. I love both but to have them back to back is really weird. Being sick, sitting in the sun felt yummy, but this rain matches my cold so I like it too.
So Liam is now 6 months old and he learns new things every day. Guess what he learned to do during church yesterday? How to blow big wet rasberries. I know God has a sense of humor, I mean look at the platypus, so he must have enjoyed Liam's joyful. "Ttthhhhhbbbttt!!!"
Well that is all for now, til later!

Xena !!!!!!!! No Peaches For You !!!!!

We are all under the weather in this house, and even Liam is feeling a bit off.
Well there is one thing that always makes Liam laugh and that is Xena. That one picture that Liam looks like he is crying, he was actually screaming with absolute joy. Now if I could just get Xena to stop trying to lick his mouth. Yuck!!!!!!!

Love Bites

Ha Ha Ha, no it doesn't really, it is just that my adorable Cupid kept eating the Valentine heart. Isn't he the cutest Cupid? Such a little ham for the camera. Hope you all had a great day!

Happy (Early) Valentine's Day

I find that I look less tired in black and white pictures.... I am working from 7 pm until 7 am right now. Whew this was a lot easier when I was in my twenties. Now that I am an aged 3-0, I just ain't what I used to be. I miss my little guy and I want to raise my coffee cups to all the working moms out there. It is hard to be away from him. Who will kiss his feet and tummy when he wakes up this morning? Well, OK, his dad will, but, but who will make him laugh and....You know what? I am just not needed when Daddy is around, sniff sniff. Not only that but now when Liam cries, only Bailey, the yellow lab that is horrible with kids, is a sure thing to make him smile. Signing off now, yours truly, Chopped Liver.

Where's the Beef?

Apparently it is at the tire shop. We got free beef with our new tires. Yup, you read that correctly, free beef. Anyone else find that a little odd? Was there a board meeting about this? Did people actually sit around a table brainstorming and someone said, "I've got it! Free beef!" and then the other board members unanimously agreed? Perhaps there was one board member that said, "Guys that is just weird!" Was he out-voted? Shunned? Fired? I raise my beef jerky stick to you, oh lone hold out, good try.

Well Don't I Feel Like a Horse's Ass

So I have weaned my sweet baby from boob to bottle. Jack Johnson (right side) went quietly into the night, and, no I was not cursed with droopy boobs, thank you for asking. Sugar Ray, (left side) is not going down with out a fight. Ever the champion, he is really trying to stick around. Why, you may ask have I named my breasts? Because my husband does not want to talk about breastfeeding, but if I speak of boxing, he will listen and commiserate until he realizes what I am REALLY talking about. So Sugar Ray is enormous and I cannot even begin to describe how painful this is. I had no idea! Just chalk it up to #432 on the long list of "Why didn't someone warn me." So I go to a website about BFing and type in, "painful weaning" and I learn that many women find it soothing to put cold cabbage leaves in their bras, during this process. Whatever, as if, I laugh! Fast forward a few hours. I am at work, I am in terrible pain and I am eating my salad for lunch. Suddenly I notice there is cabbage in my dish. I look around, and I frantically dig out all the purple leaves and shove them into my bra. OMG instant relief! Which wore off about 3 seconds later. I run upstairs and look at that BFing website. What an idiot I am, it is GREEN cabbage, not red. Silly me, won't I think twice next time before shoving half of my lunch into my bra! So still desperate and in pain, I raided the police officer's first aid cabinet. Perhaps I would find some stray cabbage. Nope, but I did find a large box that said ice pack, so I removed the large box and carried my treasure into the ladies room. I will just take one of these, I think. I opened the large box and removed....ONE ICE PACK! OMG I think, I can't shove this giant thing in my bra, you'll be able to tell! Not to mention what is with this ice pack? If an officer is injured bad enough to need an ice pack this big, he really should be at the hospital...I digress, so I have no choice and I activate it and put inside my bra. I smooth it out and it feels soooooooo good. No one will notice, I think. Then I faced the mirror and began to laugh. Now, I am C on one side and E on the other AND apparently I now also have a rectangular boob. I am not removing that ice pack for anyone, but there is a police officer up in dispatch and nothing to hide behind when I walk in. So from the hallway, I call out, "OK, I am back from lunch you can go, thank you!" but he doesn't leave. So me being the skilled improviser that I am, I backed into the room and began studying the flyers on the wall. "OK, thank you!" "Are you going to watch the Super Bowl?" He asks. Oh, great, these guys always want to run out of here, but today we are chatty Cathy! "Oh, yeah I am rooting for the commercials." I say as I slide sideways behind the water cooler and from there low crawl to the computer console. Boy did that officer think I was a freak! Oh well, I pretty much am, I mean when I get off work, I have a chilled salad waiting in my bra, cuz I think I left some leaves in there. Hey, anyone want to keep a six pack in there nice and cold for the big game?