the remix

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
"You make me happy, when guys are great..."

You make me happy when guys are great? Surely that means nothing to her at the moment, but someday, I'll fill her in on the little ways she messed up the song to create a totally different, but funny, meaning.

he's back on my good list

He can't be all bad if, even after my inspiring beauty sleep, Beloved sends me this text message out of the clear blue sky:

"I have a captivating wife who makes the straight and narrow exciting!"

I guess I can let go of the horse comparison thing.

this is it

I've come to the conclusion that all I really need in life is a live-in nanny in the form of my sister, who would of course take regular breaks to go live elsewhere for a couple days when we need family alone time, but would otherwise just want to do things for us.

As I'm catching up on blogging and email and just overall being lazy, she's cooking the dinner we requested.

She also kept Pink awake in the car earlier to ensure a nice long nap at home.

And she's done more than her share of dishes.

And when I was really craving something to drink other than water last night, she ran to the store to buy margarita mix so I could enjoy a frozen concoction with my dinner.

And tomorrow she's taking Pink on a date for a few hours so I can pack up lots of boxes to prepare for our upcoming move.

And then after we all eat lunch and Pink goes down for a nap, she's making me a latte to sip in my bubble bath, which will be followed by my b-day present: a one hour massage (nice to be related to a massage therapist).

Yes, I think a live-in nanny will do quite nicely.

uh-oh

Ladies,
Something is seriously wrong when your pregnant "beauty sleep" inspires your husband to make the following remark:

"Sawing logs? No you weren't sawing logs. My dad saws logs. That was more like horses!"

Which leads me to wonder, if God wanted the family to stay in tact and the husband to stick around, why in the world did he make pregnancy so ugly?

I must defend myself by noting that I did not snore on my previous pregnancy, and I most certainly do not snore on any kind of regular basis. Thank you very much.

heard around the house

Daddy: "Come on Cinderella, let's get out of the car."
Pink: "I am. I AM Cindagella!"

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All three of us were sharing a croissant and laughing about nothing in particular, when Pink said, "This is the best family EVER!"

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Mama: "Pink, do you like books?"
Pink: "Yes, I DO! I learn about every letter all around me and there are lots of angels and pictures all around me."
(not sure what the angels reference is all about)

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Daddy: "If the baby's a boy, what do you think his name should be?"
Pink: "Ummmm, I think we should name him Dora the Explorer."

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"Mama when I get all growed up and you be a little baby, you can tickle the baby in my tummy."

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Mama: (in response to Pink pointing in the direction of her dad, whom we were picking up) "Do you see your good-looking daddy? Isn't he handsome?!"
Pink: (pointing more emphatically in the direction of her dad) "NO!"

what was the object of her enthusiastic pointing? why, a trash truck, of course.

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(when I had hot rollers in my hair)
"Mama, you look so beautiful you look like a star. You look like a rocket star."

we're thankful...

...that this little girl was born in a country where her parents are free to teach her about the love of Jesus

...that she prays to him, and we don't worry that someone will overhear and then impose dire consequences

...that we have the means to celebrate tonight with a picnic dinner, a concert, and fireworks

...that the little one I'm carrying isn't breaking some kind of government regulation on reproduction

...that we will be free to choose the schools our children attend

...that I still get goosebumps & tears whenever members of the military, past or present, are recognized

...that there will be parades all over the country where soldiers will march, and that they will receive the honor of standing ovations and salutes.

...that Beloved is here at home with us and not off fighting somewhere

catching up

After 2 weeks of uncooperative internet service, I'm way behind on posts. Starting with Father's Day because the pics are just too darn funny to wait on, we headed for Disneyland with Papa & Grandma Lee where we met Minnie Mouse (again):






















and had tea with her,

















tried out her bed,

















and inspired Grandma Lee to instruct Papa to buy Pink a Minnie Mouse dress. Did he ever:






















Catch that? That would be a fancy Minnie dress, complete with shoes because every little girl needs pretty shoes to go with her pretty dress (Pink's idea), plus socks because Papa said that she can't wear those shoes without Minnie socks, plus a fancy purse to hold the new princess jewels she talked Papa into buying. What can I say? The girl's good, and the man's a sap for a little girl who wants to be pretty.

Two days later, she was back in her dress and shoes, picking flowers in the yard (where did this child come from?)

"Do you see my dress? It's a MINNIE dress!"






















Didn't quite see the shoes? They really are over-the-top: