Day Twenty-Six

 

So pretty.....

So frigging bloody cold. See that person to the left? I'm sure she's still there, frozen in place. If that bloody groundhog sees his shadow on Tuesday, so help me, I'm going to drive there and beat him wack-a-mole style. I wonder if that's some kind of copyright infringement??

Day Twenty-Five

Talk about a work out. Bruce is harder to get a good picture of then my kids. Ugly little bugger isn't he. Dumb as a door, but we love him all the same.

Day Twenty-Four

 

Ahhh!!! Run!!! Giant Peek-a-Pooh!!! This is my car buddy, he brings me car luck. Well him and my 4 leaf clover friend over there. Incase you're wondering, he's not an over sized pineapple, he's a disguised as a puffer fish....I think?

Day Twenty-Three

What do you mean no one told you it was big fat cheater day? I'm fully aware that while I didn't technically take this picture myself, I think that the hard work I'm putting into making this little miss makes me worthy of posting it as todays POTD. Introducing Miss Ella Brianne Kathleen, our first girl, and last baby, coming June 2010.

Day Twenty-Two

I'm no Vicky, but they're not terrible.

Hmmm what could they be?

Day Twenty-One

Now hiring: Personal Assistant.

Must be good with demanding, impatient, needy children. Should love attending parent meetings, doctors appointments and extra curricular activities. Must be great with time management. Big bank account you'd allow me to dip into an asset.

Please Apply....please?

Day Twenty

And yet, I wonder why I could often be a stunt double for Ryan Reynolds in Just Friends. Speaking of just friends... I haven't yet documented my Ryan obsession. I just made tomorrows post super easy for myself...  Have a hug... you know you want to.

Day Nineteen

These totally rocking cuppy cakes were made ESPECIALLY for yours truly by a totally awesome (and oozing with talent) friend of mine.  They taste as good as they look, but honestly, could have tasted like mud and i would have been thrilled with just the Hello Kitty alone. Thank you Melissa, may the massage chair not haunt your dreams tonight.

Day Eighteen

So this picture is about as boring as my taste in salad ingredients, but I thought bringing my camera to an elementary school open house might be seen as risky business. I'm not a fan of having pedophila charges on my permenant record...I'm sure most would agree.

Day Seventeen

These two are the best of friends. Liam is a wonderful big brother, and Noah's just so happy to be around him. Noah will watch Liam play video games for as long as we let him play. So cute to watch.

Day Sixteen

This was step one. I won't even look like me soon. Yes, that was the plan. 

Day Fifteen

Lord help me when the teen years come. This boy has more attitude then a disgruntled panther. He HATES having to bundle up to go outside. I've never seen a one year old loathe something so much.  He's either going to live in Miami to avoid coats one day, or be a nudist... we're still undecided.

Day Fourteen

Liam's homework. Joy. Well at least both him and Uncle Muck got a french lesson today, considering their french is basically on the same level. I'm not mean.... he'd agree. 

Day Thirteen

What do you mean this isn't a lunch? What if I argued that it wasn't my lunch... it was my date. Yes, that's it, my date. Don't give me that look.... stop shaking your head. Fine, I'll only eat the chocolate off the top. Sigh.

Day Twelve

I thought this was the cutest thing since baby hippos this morning. He's known for his little plumber butt, but paired with cute fuzzy jammies, it made my heart swoon. What good mom doesn't love wittle butts?

Day Eleven

Where the heck were you yesterday Kelly?! *as screamed by her adoring fans... all 9 of you* Well dear friends, I was knee deep in monsters, both styrofoam and family related, green spaghetti, and toys that sing buttloads of eye twitching songs. How was that for a long sentence? I'll be back to my regularly scheduled postings now. 

Day Ten

Like my cute little monsters? They're to go with my Jace's first birthday theme. He turns one today, and tomorrow is his birthday party. Anyone that knows me, knows these styrofoam monsters were a labor of love. Styrofoam and I are not friends.

Day Nine

 I love getting new books. I'll admit, I totally judge a book by it's cover. I have no idea if any of these books are actually any good yet, but the covers were all so pretty. Shallow? Why, yes, I am. Thank you.

Day Eight

Well, it looks pretty? Probably colder then the north pole out mind you. I'll find that out shortly when I'm a kellycycle at the bus stop. Christmas is over, winter can go home now.

Day Seven

This is Chuck, I'm pretty sure he hates me. *knocks on wood* He's a pretty long living little bugger. He'll be two years at our house come mother's day. Go figure, buy your fish at walmart, and they live forever.

Day Six

 Clark was in the middle of a snack break when he got the call. I picked up this shirt the other day because I HAD to have it. He's as cute as can be in it, although, that may be biased...

Day Five

Poor Alex, can't even paint the bathroom without the bombardment of why questions. "Why does paint stick to walls daddy? Why do you use a brush in some spots? Why are we not painting the floor?" It was worth the suffering though, gray is much better then the terrible color there before. And besides, it's just so darn cute to watch my little big man watch his daddy.

Day Four

 Smash cake was a success, all be it a relatively clean success.. My normally messy little man decided that this day would be good to remain prim and proper. Figures.

Day Three

I wear bright colored make-up. I'm sure my make-up collection will make numerous appearances in my blog. I'll have to take mental note to take a picture of ALL my make-up. Be afraid.

Day Two

Mother of the year, that's me. I love watching my youngest eat a cookie. He reminds me of a little hamster, so eager to chew it all up before someone gets the chance to snatch it away. And yes, the rainbow chippits are absolutely necessary.

Day One

I figured starting off with something that went with my blog title would be appropriate. I got my glasses a few months ago and had such a hard time picking them out. Not that I should be complaining here, but I have a tiny nose. Shove some glasses on a tiny nose and I look like a muppet gone terribly wrong. I had strolled by the pink ones thinking they would, again be to "much" for my poor little shnoze. Something kept drawing me back to them, and sure enough, when I tried them on, it was love at first uhh ear hug? I get many compliments from strangers on my glasses. I suppose it's not often you see someone moseying around with bright pink specs.