Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Look At The Wall!

I went away this past weekend for a girl's weekend.  

I came home to my kids liking each other and a clean house. 
 The Mister even said Clara slept like a champ.

Apparently I need to go away more often.

Also, I am a really really mean mother, see below:


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Birdhouse In Your Soul

Right now it is 39 degrees here.  

Clara is working on her riding skills.
Buehrle is very concerned.

It feels like a heat wave. 

Today Clara and I have already cleaned the garage (which the Mister is never allowed to use again), shoveled the drive, worked on her bicycle riding skills and took a 5 mile bike ride around our little town.  

"I did it!  I did it!  I did it!"
Buehrle is still unsure.

And I did all of this while wearing capri pants!

Because sometimes, you just have to attack the damn snow, already.

It is amazing what a little bit of fresh air and Vitamin D can do for your soul.

Happy Humpday!

Monday, February 10, 2014

Mike Tyson

The Mister and I had an impromptu date night the on Saturday. 

We went to see that famous comedian, Mike Tyson.

(If you really don't know who Mike Tyson is, look him up.  He is not famous for being a comedian.)

I told him I didn't know what was more sad.....that our date nights now consisted of going to smokey casinos in Indiana.......or how incredibly bitter and broken Mike Tyson was.

His entire show consisted of making fun of white people.  And his ex wife.  And her mom.  And Jewish people.  And Brad Pitt.

He probably made fun of more but we wouldn't know, we left early.  
Good thing too, because The Mister found this.....

And I found an endless gelato buffet.  And all was right in that fabulous land of Indiana once again.

Happy Monday!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Ghosts n' stuff

I forgot today was Wednesday.

I was to busy doing things like getting my car stuck in a giant snow drift in my driveway, and then breaking my shovel while trying to get it unstuck therefore making my four year old miss school and cry.

Then I spent three hours shoveling the rest of my driveway, as clean as I could get it because I found our stupid snow blower didn't have any gas.  

Now I am almost thawed and would love to take the worlds hottest shower, but instead have to go to get an x-ray to make sure my arm isn't broken from the spill I took on some black ice.

Remember how I said winter doesn't bother me?

Yeah, well winter can officially suck it
For real. 

deadmau5 feat. Rob Swire "Ghosts N Stuff" by ultrarecords

Happy freaking humpday

Monday, February 3, 2014


Clara turned FOUR this weekend.  
The fact that she is this old already blows my mind.
Investigating sprinkles that were dropped at the party the night before....

Here are some of my favorite things my FOUR year old does these days....

  • Price-a-be - I'm never allowed to be in the bathroom by myself.  Ever.  But if she goes in one, even if it is just to wash her hands or blow her nose, she say's to me, 
"Get out, Mama!  Shut the door!  I need my price-a-be!"

For her birthday, Rhiannon made Clara an amazing fort.
  • Hos-ti-ble - If she, or any other person, animal (stuffed or real), or sometimes even her imaginary friends Lisa and Ana ever fall, get a headache, a scratch etc, we have to pretend to take them to the hostible, and right away, too!
Constructing her pizza at her "make your own" pizza party.

  • Sleep - Okay, I don't actually appreciate this one.  Clara inherited my night owl and The Mister's early morning personalities.  What does this mean?  It means it doesn't matter if she stays up with you until 1 am.  She will still wake up smiling, laughing and wanting to chat at 5:30 in the morning.

I tried to remedy this by telling her she's not allowed to get out of bed until the sun comes up. She takes this literally.
(The sun sure does rise early.)

All her friends helping her open her gifts!

  • Spunk - I have no idea where she got it from, but this kid has perfected her sarcastic looks and snarky comebacks.
Making slides for her new microscope.

Playing with balloons before that beautiful fire filled the house with smoke...
  • Stories - Clara tells the best stories with some pretty intense details.  She also likes to tell me things like, 

"Mama, when I grow up I'm going to be a doctor.  Yup, I'm going to be a doctor who works in the grocery store."

Always eat cake for your birthday breakfast.  Always!
  • Time - She tells time like a champ. 
 In case you are wondering, it's 49 'o'clock.  

Figuring her new microscope out.

  • Rocks - I didn't know this was a hereditary thing, but apparently I have passed this gene on to both of my girls.  

They collect rocks.  

Not just pretty colored rocks that you can use to decorate with, either.  I have baggies upon baggies of rocks they find everywhere.  

Nobody should be forced to house concrete chunk collections for 10+ years.  

What is that they are using my mortal and pestle to grind so they can look at it under the microscope?

Oh, that's right.  They're grinding up some rocks.
But not just any rocks, these ones were from a trip to Beverly Shores Rhiannon and I made.

 (We made that trip before I ever met The Mister.)
Happy birthday little miss Clara!  
We love you to the moon and back!!!!