She's a Turkey

So the other day I was putting Halloween stuff away and pulling out my Thanksgiving decorations.  I pulled out these two turkeys and set them on my kitchen table and then left the room for a minute.  When I came back I walked into the family room and noticed Avery sitting on a chair snuggling and kissing these turkeys.  Hilarious.  Stroking the turkeys and kissing their beaks.

A Mullet Party

Dave started it.  Hideous.  We had a little get together to celebrate Avers birthday and it got a little out of hand.  The rule was you had to make an ugly face.  In our family an ugly face isn't hard to produce.  Rock on.

Happy Birthday Avery

My baby is two years old today.  She has grown in leaps and bounds and now when we tell someone her age hopefully there won't be a gasp of, "She's so big for her age!". . . hopefully.

Avery is our little parrot.  She repeats the last word of almost everything we say especially if we're asking a question.  She speaks her own form of Japanese.  She loves to sing "God Bless America" and "I Am a Child of God" with her big sis Andie - half Japanese half English.  She LOVES balloons and yells very loudly "boon" every time we see one.  She still loves her bottle, which is bad and is all my fault because I'm a lazy parent. . . we're working on it.  She loves to toot and announce it after every one.  (Blame that one on Daddy.)  She loves her baby dolls and makes sure none of them are clothed.  She says, "off off" when she can't quite get the clothes off herself, I have to do it.  She loves shoes especially if she can put them on all by herself.  She loves to pat my chest and say "boob."  She loves to be outside at the park and go down the slide over and over again.  She loves her "binty" binky and her "bankit" blanket.  (I probably need to work on those too.)  

Best of all,  Avers loves to snuggle.  If I could all day she would love for me to sit with her and read her a book or watch "toons" with my arm around her.   She is my baby.  She was my best c-section,  my worst sleeper,  my least photogenic, and my most mischievous.  She's hilarious.  I am so lucky to have her.  Snaggle tooth and all.

Halloween '08

Alex was a "Pretty Witch";  Andie, a Beautiful Princess;  Avery, another Beautiful Princess;  Daddy, an "Ugly" Redneck Joe Dirt F-Dude;  Mommy. . . Bah Humbug.  I got everybody ready.  Happy Halloween.

Such a pretty "Pretty Witch."

So ugly. . . not you, Alex.

Avery is officially the hardest person to take a picture of.

Andie's so sweet.

My Girls.

Pumpkin Carving

Dave decided to carve pumpkins with the girls.  His most favorite thing to do.  (not)  He's a complainer about Halloween.  Not his favorite.  Here are some pics to prove it.  Unfortunately, I went to my primary meeting and no one took pics of the finished product.  Oh well, cute pictures anyway.

Choosing

Enjoying the slimy pumpkin seeds

Spiders

I am deathly afraid of spiders.  I couldn't even post a picture of a real spider because I start shaking and yelling swear words.  So I thought Spiderman would have to take the place.  Thank you Spiderman.

Today as I was making my bed and picking up the room I notice a GINORMOUS spider on the ottoman at the foot of my bed.  Holy ____!!!!  What do I do?  Dave of course isn't home.  Alex is at school so she can't save me, dang it.  I'm on the phone with my sis who tells me, "Go get the Raid!"  I have no Raid.  But would have been good to have in a situation like this.  (Note to self.)  I run and get the vacuum and decide that it is too big to be sucked into the vacuum and who wants a huge spider in their vacuum that will come and kill you later?

In the mean time I hang up with my sis and continue to have a staring contest with the GINORMOUS spider.  I've been holding the vacuum going through my options while Avery is comforting me saying, "Scary, scary!"  (Good mom.)  Then it moves.  I swear it was coming straight for us so I grab Avery fumbling with the vacuum with bad words flying. (Again, good mom.)  So while I'm saying bad words and saving me and my baby it crawls underneath the ottoman where I can't see it.  This is worse.  Will I ever sleep in my bedroom again?  No.  So I have been calling Dave hoping he'll drop everything at work and come save me.  No.  He tells me to flip the ottoman over and put a bowl over it so when he gets home he'll kill it.  Thanks, Dave.  Good idea.  (Bad word.)

Still going over my options, I now have a bowl, the vacuum, my crying baby and a stick to move it off the ottoman and onto the floor so I can put a bowl over it.  I'm thinking at this point, "I'm tough!  I can do this!"  So I flip the ottoman over!  (More swear words eek out. Sorry.)  And no spider running for cover.  But then I spot it!  Hiding next to one of the legs.  So I spend another 10 minutes with the vacuum pointed at it, sweating and going over my options.  

Then it came to me!  I decide to drag the ottoman out the front door.  Brilliant.  

Everything went beautifully.  I dragged the ottoman to the door, opened the door very wide and carefully threw my ottoman outside into nature.  But don't think I didn't make sure that thing was off that ottoman and out of my life!  Yay for me!  

Dave says I have a problem.  I thought he'd be proud of his proactive wife gettin' things done and facing her fears!  Thanks for the support, babe!  Can you tell I can't drive and have way too much time on my hands?  44 days and counting.  I need a widget!

Good Morning

Guess what our little monkey did this morning.  A little good morning strip tease.  I walked in and found her naked, laying in bed with her feet crossed, singing, clothes and diaper strewn to the floor, happy as can be.  Ahh, the life.