Would You Just Look at How Cute They Are (She Is): Part 9

Happy Halloween Ya'll!
Love,
Peanut

Postcards from The Edge

Alright, here are those beautiful children that I promised pictures of. Don't you just wish you could be here soaking up their sweetness!?!??!


I mean, can't you just hear the serenity in my household?


Who wouldn't want to spend hours and hours and hours relaxing to the screaming and whining of two sick children?



If I were to send you a postcard via snailmail today it would probably say something like, "The Whining is Beautiful, Wish You Were Here (instead of me...)"

mama

Where were we?

Yes, we are all still here. I am in the qualifying round for World's Worst Mother by way of not taking photos of my kids for about a week and a half now.

I suck.

I know.

Anyway, they both have runny noses now and who really wants to see pictures of boogers (or alternatlivey The Duckling licking them as they stream down her lip)?

mama, who PROMISES to take some pictures tomorrow...for real...

For now here's one from a few weeks ago when The Duckling FREAKED out because Peanut was in her old highchair. By the time we took this picture she was OK with it though (you'll notice she's drinking "juice" at her booster seat...it's really milk, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!).

A bit of turbulence

I apologize for being away for so long. As some of you already know we've had a rather unexpected death in our family and my energy is needed elsewhere. Please keep my Aunt R, Uncle P and their children M and K in your thoughts as they mourn their daughter and sister's, respectively, passing.

As such I will be away for a bit but wanted to leave you with what I believe to be the ugliest batch of cupcakes ever made. As I finished these I thought, "I have no freakin' business making The Duckling's birthday cake next month. I shall call in the professionals." Enjoy and remember the acid-trip, suicidal cookies of last winter.

I am not a baker and am vastly inexperienced with the icing writing adn decoration.

My daughter will bring Spinach Lasagne or Beef Stew to her class for her birthdays.

mama

Just a reminder why it would be wong to give The Duckling away

Papa Duck was out of town last night leaving me to fend off the wild beasties by myself. Explain to me how the same child who can pee in the potty at 4 PM can piss on her carpeted bedroom floor at 6:45 PM? What happened to that bladder control she had going on two hours previously?

I am posting these photographs as a reminder to myself that it would be terribly wrong to leave The Duckling at the corner of a busy intersection in a box labeled, "Free toddler to good home."

Peanut who is still always happy to see me and doesn't do anything to intentionally piss her mother off (although she has had two MAJOR POONAMIS in the last 24 hours requiring full wardrobe change and hose-down, but again...it's not intentional...).

The Duckling shortly after finishing reading the critically acclaimed, "973 Ways to Irritate Your Mother and Bring her to the Brink of Insanity."

Peanut, please don't turn on me. You're the only female ally I have in this house. You big Sweet Peanut, you...

Sure, she looks like a cutie with a heart of gold, but I'm here to tell you different my friends. The kids refused to eat dinner last night...spaghetti and meatballs? "NO!" PB&J? "NO!"

Dude, whatever, go to bed hungry.

AND SHE DID! AND SHE SLEPT IN THIS MORNING!!! UNTIL 8 O'CLOCK!!!!

mama, who thinks that maybe there's something to this no dinner thing...

Especially for Mom and my Father In Law...

...who are both making progress in learning all about the internet and computers! Here's the proverbial carrot on the stick.
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As many of you recall, last January I sent out a plea for recipes in an attempt to feed my family who demanded more than hamburger Helper and bologna sandwiches. I am thrilled to say that I've been working hard and am doing quite well in the kitchen.

Anyway, we're sitting down to dinner the other night. I made Parmesan crusted chicken and angel hair pasta with tomatoes and olive oil the other night.

"I'm becoming quite the cook!" I exclaimed to Papa Duck.

No sooner had those words left my lips when I hear, "Yucky!!!" from The Duckling.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....she who thinks pizza and mac-and-cheese are gourmet meals (wonder where she got that from?!?!)

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Check out The Duckling in her "Someone in Texas Loves Me" T-shirt from our friends Lindsay and Caden back in Austin!

For those of you with adorable children under one year old...take all the pictures you can now because this is what EVERY SINGLE POSED SHOT with a nearly two year old looks like!

OMG....The Duckling and Peanut are playing so nicely! You know, usually Peanut is just teasing and taunting her older sister, those babies are just so dang manipulative.

So as not to overload your system with a million and seven pictures of the world's cutest ducklings I will stop now and post more pictures very soon. This weekend yielded a bumper crop of great pictures, if only I had my camera ready when Grandpa Einstein came down the tunnel slide...

mama, who is so very glad that Target has a dual-screen portable DVD player on sale this week for a cost that won't bust her budget

Counting down the days until Roadtrip 2005

(which sadly will not be filled with days of visiting Graceland in a semi-comatose, hungover state and nights spent drinking cheap beer in shady bars in Memphis as a roadtrip was once sure to include)

I wish I could tell you that this week has been full of adventure and excitement, but...it hasn't.

This week's highlights so far have included, but are not limited to:
* changing many a poopie diaper

* spending countless hours watching The Duckling work on her new stunt of using the slide at the park (a/k/a "Darwinian Natural Selection Childhood Test #1"...VERY steep metal stairs)

* making a hundred-thousand bottles for Peanut (whom I might just legally rename to "Human Alarmclock" for her innate ability to know when EXACTLY three hours have passed)

* The Duckling's first "teecos" (tacos)

* petting a dog named Rosie

* picking out pumpkins with Grandma & Grandpa S and The Duckling having a meltdown for the three millionth time in a week for some reason that I will never quite grasp

Here are my current favorite pictures of all time of my little girls who are growing up so quickly. So quickly in fact that while I was very possibly smoking crack this weekend I uttered the words, "Maybe we should have another baby..."

Peanut enjoying the excitement that is pumpkin picking. Apparently they look like humongous boobs...look at that drool!

The sweet Duckling playing in the rain puddle as few weekends ago. What fun is childhood without big rubber rainboots and puddles to splash in?

mama, who is proud, tired and occasionally just a bit out of her head