And I'm tempted to just wait until tomorrow so I can do a Wordless Wednesday...

...but ya'll know me better than that. I like to talk (or type) too much.

Kate's 2nd birthday party was last weekend. I'm still trying to go through the pictures. And come down from my sugar high.

I'm hoping to get the post up today. Stay tuned...

Wordless Wednesday

I'll be riding with the windows down and the wind blowing through my hair...

...and a clothespin over my nose.

On the way home from a relaxing day at the pool with Kerri and Brock, I pulled through Wendy's to get Kate some milk for her sippy. Unfortunately, the milk never made it to the sippy but rather spilled in its entirety all over me, the driver's seat, and floorboard of my car.

I should have never made that stop for the milk. But my thinking behind it was that even though we were only about 10 minutes from home, maybe the milk would be what she needed to send her into her afternoon nap. After hearing her ask for it over and over without taking breaths in between, I caved. Mommy Failure Number......oh who's counting?

In my spastic rush to open it and pour it into her cup, I managed to spill the entire pint-sized container everywhere. When I finally made it home the remaining five miles, I was soaked and so was the whole driver's side of my car.

Seriously, I can only imagine what that is going to smell like tomorrow. M to the Izz-A did some combination of baking soda, water, and upholstery cleaner to it, along with a shop vac, but I don't know if it's going to help.

Any suggestions? I thought about sprinkling the floor mats with Chocolate Nesquik powder and hoping it created a chocolate milk scent. Matt didn't approve. PLEASE share with me if you know of anything else I he can do. It's a desperate situation I tell ya.

I'm trying to look on the bright side. Things could always be worse. At least I didn't accidentally cut big holes in my car seats because then he'd be trying to put these on them.

It may just be all in my head, but I think it's already starting to smell.

And I thought Kate's dingy, stained-up car seat cover was funky.

*Pics from Kate's date with Brock coming up in tomorrow's Wordless Wednesday post. I'm too busy crying over spilled milk.

Sometimes running through the sprinkler just doesn't cut it

What started out as a day for our kids, ended up taking a slightly different turn.



Our friends Brandon and Kasey brought their kids, Hayley and Leighton, over to play with Kate on Saturday and brought their Slip-N-Slide along. As they unrolled it, we all just looked at each other.



Is it just me or have Slip-N-Slides gotten smaller over the years? I remember them looking a lot bigger than they do now...kind of like how I think Little Debbie's have gotten smaller, too.

Maybe it's just that as a kid everything looks bigger than it does when you're an adult.



Whatever the case, if the grown-ups were going to join in on the fun, something had to be done. Luckily Brandon had already thought of this and brought along a little something extra...


big plastic tarp + dish soap + sprinkler = fun for all ages

Kate, Hayley, and Leighton thought it was fun for about 10 minutes and then decided it was more entertaining to watch.

Buck even joined in on the fun!

This was one sleepy little girl. She ended up taking a late nap around 5:30pm and slept 'til morning! Is that crazy or is that crazy?

This particular throw started their argument discussion on which one of them has gained the most weight since high school. Women aren't that stupid.

And then they realized that Kasey and I weren't as busy taking care of the kids as we were pretending to be. So they turned up the pressure and had us slippin' and slidin' in no time.

You know that feeling when you really want to do something, but are kind of scared to attempt it? That's how I was about the whole situation. I haven't done this since I was a kid, and had a kid body. And weighed a kid amount. And all I could think of was the impact of my adult-self hitting the ground. I wanted to be able to walk into church on Sunday without a back brace.

After saying that I'd go first and then changing my mind, Kasey took the plunge and made it look easy.

Then it was my turn...

As if closing my eyes was going to help anything.

Sooo much fun!!!

Then we got all brave and started going together. I seriously haven't had this much fun in a while!

We should have stopped while we were ahead.

By the look on our faces, this is the one slide that did us in. I don't actually remember it being as painful as the photo is making it out to be, but this morning I was reminded of why I involuntarily made that face.

Thank the Lord for good times, good friends, and Ibuprofen.

I knew there was a problem when I unfolded and then refolded my laundry

And the award for the slowest Friday ever goes to........


Miss June 5th!!! Congratulations, now please collect your crown and skedaddle. (Which by the way is a real word - according to the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary - and I love using it).



Talk about a slow day, we did a little bit of nothing ...



...home improving (while it rained on and off every hour on the hour),



powdered doughnut eating,

pony riding,

and book reading (with our off-brand 'My Little Pony')

Tomorrow we are going somewhere. Anywhere. To the mailbox. To buy toilet paper. We're just going!

Have a great weekend!

I've got your tooth fairy

This morning I had a dentist appointment. For most of you, this is no big deal. You don't get butterflies in your stomach and you don't use your mental abilities to think yourself into having a toothache. This is because you didn't have the dentist I had when I was a child.

My childhood dentist was anything but gentle. His mannerisms nor his general attitude toward his job would lead anyone into believing that he was happy with the profession he had chosen for himself. And to top it all off, he made it clear that he did not like children.

I remember him telling me that if I didn't stop crying that he would make my mom leave the room. I also remember thinking that he must have eaten raw onions for breakfast, or so his breath was telling me. When he threatened to make my mom leave the room, I wanted so badly to tell him that I wasn't crying because I was scared, I was crying because of his breakfast choice. Truth be told, I was crying for both of those reasons.

And at the end of every appointment, the dental hygienist would lead me to this particular mirror that turned into a window of sorts at the press of a button. Through the glass appeared the tooth fairy and she would say her little pre-recorded speech about taking care of your teeth. Now that I think about it, she looked very similar to Paula Deen, but with Dolly Parton's wig and Boy George's makeup. Yeah, I know, I'll give you a little time to put all of that together....
Basically, the tooth fairy after a night out with some heavy prescription drugs.

That was in no way the way I pictured the tooth fairy in my head. I always pictured a more dainty, Tinkerbell-type fairy, and the tooth fairy that stared at me through that mirror doing big, long blinks secretly freaked me out a little.

I couldn't wait to get out of there and dreaded my next appointment that would take place exactly six months following.

Thankfully, my appointment today was a lot less stressful and I didn't even shed a tear. Because you know I can shed a tear like it's no one's business.

After my x-rays, I sat in the examining room waiting for Dr. T to enter. The anticipation of it all was the worst part. I sat there long enough to start picking my fingers and managed to do sufficient damage to my cuticles before he entered.

I made it through the appointment successfully, all the while listening to Phil Collins sing "Hold On My Heart". Good ol' Phil, singing me right through my exam. The music in doctors' offices always cracks me up. I especially like it when they play classic instrumental versions of somewhat new pop music.

I mentioned to the dentist that I thought some of my gums were receding. He checked them out and agreed. The country's recession is affecting everyone and everything - even my gums. Apparently having orthodontic work (braces) as a pre-teen, along with brushing with so much force that you give yourself a triceps workout, can lead to gum recession. Back when I had braces, the only thing I worried about was what color rubber bands I was going to get at my next appointment. Little did I know my gums would have to pay for it later. In the past I've given shout outs to Dr. G, my orthodontist, for doing a miracle on a gnarly overbite. But here's what I want to say now: Hey Dr. G, you may have fixed my grill, but you jacked up my gums.

So I may need to look into having something done with the gum recession issue. And I know it's not all due to braces, but we all know it feels better having someone to blame things on.

As I was checking out and scheduling my next appointment, my main squeeze surprised me by sticking his head through the little waiting room window and told me that he's taking me to lunch. He was working nearby, it was lunch time, and he's got a wife that loves food, so it all just worked out.

A (for the most part) smooth dentist appointment, lunch with my man, and no freaky tooth fairies...

Today was a good day.

Wordless Wednesday