Add this gorgeous gem to it! My husband is on his way to pick her up yet tonight - she’s so new she has no name yet!
She’s a bichon-poo. And she’ll only be 6 pounds when fully grown. Squeeee, I know!!!
Papa Bear, Mama Bear & Baby Bear
Interesting how when my family sees a camera come out they all fly to the nearest closet…
Surprise cupcakes. You know the kind. The “surprise” kind you get to make when your child comes home and says he needs cupcakes for the party at school the next day.
My husband said he would make them (God Bless that man), I think it is his feeble attempt to keep bronchitis out of the school system.
Oh don’t be fooled by that picture above. I found that on the internet. Ours look more like Better Crocker meets tinfoil candy. ….just keepin it real.
On Saturday we went for some fun in the sun and decided to join the other idiots parents by bringing our children to the amusement park. The lines to some of the rides were longggggggggg I’m glad we just bought tickets instead of an all-day pass.
Here are a few cousins on the log ride. Yes I know it looks like there are only two on there. That’s because when you duck way down and make your parents think you fell out, you don’t show up in the pictures.
Here they are again on the train ride. Notice the roller coaster in the back? It’s name is “The Legend”. The roller coaster was built in 1927 and is the 13th oldest roller coaster in the US. Yeah, we didn’t ride that ride, I’m pretty sure that there is some original wood on it, if ya know what I mean. *gulp*
I think they had more fun LEAVING the park. They liked locking eachother in behind the “jail” bars. (I know I’m a whiz with photoshop aren’t I?! My skillzzz are to be admired).
Typical amusement park pictures: (Mostly to prove we ARE normal in Iowa - hey! No comments from the peanut crowd!)
More to follow! Now I have to get back to work at Blissfully Domestic!
Hello & Welcome! Meet the wRapper family.
Is it weird my child likes Weight Watcher ice cream bars more than I do?
Not to be confused with the one sock family:
Or the snotty-nosed family:
And especially not to be confused with the dirty shirt family:
And this was just from the family room downstairs. When does school start?
Happy 5-0 dear brother!
LOOK at those baby’s eyes looking at that string bean in the picture, those baby’s eyes had a love for that little “string bean” like no other. You were the string bean and I was the baby and I never took my eyes off you for one second, until you decided to take your eyes off me. Even then my heart never moved, just my eyes. Our childhood wasn’t all we wished it would have been and it took its toll on the two of us, but now through the power of prayer those days have passed.
I remember riding around with you in your little red car, 8-track tape in the tape deck (I did mention you were the big 5-0 didn’t I? LOL) singing songs and jammin to the music. Those were fun times.
I also remember some times that you wanted to kill me for embarassing you (and rightfully so LOL)! Remember the time I about 5 and was at your high school basketball game and I was sitting with a friend in the “overflow” section (up on the stage on some special bleachers) and I wasn’t paying attention and the basketball got thrown and someone missed the catch and it hit me in the nose? Right after that was half time and you went to the locker room w/your teammates. I cried so hard and was totally inconsolable (EVEN BY OUR PARENTS! ROFL) that I sobbed and sobbed your name *LOUD* until finally the coach gave in and let you come out to console me. I know you wanted to kill me, but you were my “all”, “my hero”.
You took care of me like a parent would have done. You were so good to me when I was little, I look back on it now and I wonder how you found the strength.
I also remember a time when I was about 5 or 6 and you would have been in 11th or 12th grade in high school and y’all were trying to teach me to answer the phone correctly when I would answer someone would say “XXXXX” and it wouldn’t be me, I wouldn’t know what to say, so y’all taught me to say, ”No, this is her daughter” “No, this is his sister”, etc.
Yeah, well that worked in practice but then there was a phone call from someone and it was for you, I answered they said “XXXXX” I said, ”No, this is his daughter”. The look on your face was PRICELESS. As a high schooler the last thing you needed ”back in those days” was the thought that you had a daughter. bwahahahahahahha.
Oh how easily I could embarass you and oh how easily you loved me.
I also had my play room right next to your bedroom in the basement (and back then basements weren’t the same as they are today - there were no walls). That must have been enough to send you through the roof when I would come downstairs and play my records and my little organ (oh lawdy did I ever wear that sucker thin) while you were trying to sleep on a weekend morning.
So, cheers to you big bro, you’re still my hero! Happy 5-0!!
Love you,
D
