Santa 2011 (and Gracey Lou Designs)

Like most people, I took the kids to see Santa. I knew Boo would be a problem when he told me he wanted to stay home.

We went to my in-laws gym to meet the old man and snap some of our own pics for free (love me some free). Both kids were very excited.

We went upstairs and Bubbi ran to give Santa the cookie we made him earlier that day (and totally tripped and ate sh*t as well as dropped the cookie smack on the floor). Santa accepted it as his helper rushed over to free his hands from the, um, delicious homemade treat. I placed her on his lap and she was beside herself like she had just met her teen idol.

THEN he sang her "Jingle Bells'. She makes me sing her that song 10 times a day...before nap, before bed and whenever else she feels the need. OMG Santa knew that was her favorite song!

Boo? OH HELL NO was he even going near that creepy Santa with beard about to fall off any second (hey, you get what you pay for). I couldn't even get him to stand close enough to take a flipping picture with Santa and him in the same frame.

Oh well. He finally managed to shout just loud enough that he wanted a rocket ship for Christmas.

And a quick shout out to the maker of the kids awesomely adorable threads...Gracey Lou Designs! Not only is her stuff adorable, but it comes out great in the washing machine!!

Just Call CPS: Swimming in the fountain

I'm guilty...SOOO GUILTY! Guilty of not watching my child like a hawk around the stip mall fountain.

Now don't get me wrong, I told both the little snots (yes, little snots because they were both having a bad listening day) not to climb on the fountain or lean over to try and play with the water. After time 547 (ok maybe 5 or 6) I took a "me" moment and tried to carry on adult conversation for an entire 30 second stretch.

GASP!?!? You stopped staring at your kids when they were around knee deep water?!?! Yes, like I said, guilty.

SPLASH! My friend looks first and my eyes follow only to see Boo standing in the water fountain to shocked to let out a real howl.

What do I do?! Sit there and laugh!! I couldn't get my mommy act together for the life of me. I think it had to be because I had told him soooo many times not to climb up and/or lean over and that he was standing up...not busy drowning.

Finally my friend and mother-in-law help me get my act together with their concerned faces (it was only a matter of seconds) and I run over and get him out. He's soaked head to toe and it is freezing as we our outside in late November. I strip him down and Grammy saves the day with a towel she has in her car. I steal Bubbi's sweater and find extra pants and underwear of his from my car.

The outcome in my opinion? Hopefully a good lesson learned for him AND witness Bubbi as well as her little friend. Did I learn anything? Hmmm....

PS - Sorry no pictures. I was infront of a crowd of people and I didn't need a bystander to really call CPS.