The Perils of Pickle

And the saga continues...
in my living room, I have a small sink with a cabinet underneath and one above. I have yet to determine it's purpose. I noticed that someone had written "mommy" in permanent black marker. Having recognized the writing, I called the culprit out. The discussion went something like this:
(Me): "Pickle, who wrote this on the cabinet?"
(Kaelyn): "Well, it's your name, mommy."
(Me, raised eyebrows): Are you saying I wrote that?"
(Kaelyn):Duh mommy...if it's your name, you musta wrote it!"
As the song goes...that's my story and I'm sticking to it....

The Joys of Parenthood

Tonight has been one of those evenings. It seems that when Pickle flushed the toilet in the second bathroom, it overflowed. She found this so entertaining, that she kept right on flushing. She was having a grand time when I waded into the living room. As the terror of the seven seas contemplated taking scissors to my only black skirt (she needs a Jolly Roger flag) I came to the realization that I am lacking, among other things, a plunger. Well, I'm off to Wal*Mart. I hope the living room carpet is salvageable! Isn't parenthood awesome!

Skylar Turns 9!

I just realized that this is Skylar's last year in the single digits. As foolish as it may seem, I cried over this milestone. Because of the challenges we are facing this year, we decided that a birthday party would not be possible. However, such a momentous occasion still merits recognition, so we decided to celebrate with a sleepover. When Ani turned ten, we celebrated with a sleep over. I awoke early the next morning to find all of our little guests scurrying around the roof, and there was enough soda on the floor to keep several colonies of ants happy. I was so traumatized that I vowed there would be no more sleep overs. It was with some trepidation that I agreed to allow my little angels to plan one. However, it was everything I've always thought a sleep over should be...makeovers, manicures and giggles. I myself was the recipient of a glamorous makeover that would have put Tammy Faye to shame. I fell asleep to the sounds of whispers and giggles about 1:00 a.m., then awoke bright and early to prepare breakfast for the girls who were of course bright eyed and full of energy. I think I enjoyed myself almost as much as the girls did! Perhaps sleep overs aren't so bad after all...well I'm off for a nap. :)