Wouldn’t this make the most incredible Christmas present?
Um, yes.
Because my ovaries could be in full on menopausal shrivel and I could see him and they would burst into full bloom once again.
You may get the towels here.
My Grandma Katherine gave me this doll when I was a baby. She also gave one to my cousin Cassie and they look like us; mine with dark hair, hers with blond. In our infinite toddler wisdom we named them, mine is Mary Mine and Cassie’s is Ann Santa.
They are Madam Alexander dolls and I am sure in their prime they were beautiful. Mine used to cry when I tipped her on her tummy those days are long gone. Her fingernails are now etched with blue marker or pen from some random time when I tried to gussy her up. Her legs are coming unstitched and her hair is in a constant state of rats nest. She is mine and always has been. She is my fancy doll and has quite the wardrobe to prove it, with overalls with hand stitching and lots of little dresses from many Christmas’ of my childhood. She is an heirloom to me and reminds me of my family and childhood.
Mary is posing here with a doll quilt I made for my niece Lilly for Christmas. I am terribly proud of it and so excited to give it away to a cute little girl.
Here is a nice snack bento packed full of sugar to keep the boy quiet while consuming. Shortly after he was finished we unleashed him on the poor unsuspecting nursery. He only maimed one child in the tornado of sugar energy that followed.
Here we are in full holiday attire to help you welcome in the Christmas Season.
Love,
The Robinson + Spiderman
Go here to watch us dance.
:: sleeping boys ::
:: a mommie willing to watch the boy so I may barf freely ::
:: a husband willing to do my work so that I may do some more of the above ::
:: nearing the end of some client work :: beautiful holiday card :: happy clients ::
:: warm bed :: yummy tea ::
I was so sick today. The medicine that was supposed to make me better, made me worse.
I woke up this morning thinking I could exercise again. Instead I woke up and threw up. The rest of the morning was spent in a tango of writhing on the floor, laying with my head in the porcelain goddess and getting sippy cups full of milk (not for me). I kept dreading the moment a poopie diaper occurred.
I called my mom to come and watch the wee one and jj to come home and do my design work. It was a busy day and I could not even sit up and look at a computer without immediately running for the rest room.
Thankfully I am feeling much better now. I probably will never take that sort of medicine again. The lortab, from when I broke my arm, did the same thing just not as badly. I had no idea I reacted so strongly to medicine.
This morning I coughed up a small hairless Gremlin. In fact, I do believe it was this one.
I have been sick for close to three weeks. Going to the doctor today for the good drugs, the kind that make you want more and more.
jj made egg noodles for chicken noodle soup last night. They are so good and easy. There is really no reason to not do it yourself every time.
Today on The View, a very high quality show, they had a brother and sister come on. They are now in eleventh and twelfth grade grade. When they were ll and 12 they started Cell Phones for Soldiers. With this program you can drop off your phone or mail it in for free and AT&T recycles the phones and gives the kids phone cards. They send the phone cards to soldiers who are away from home who do not have the money to call home. So far they have raised $1.4 millions dollars. Yesterday on The View, AT&T rewarded them each with $100,000 scholarships to the universities of their choice.
I have three phones pictured and another one floating around somewhere. What do you have?
