Happy Birthday Sara-Genevieve... not a baby anymore

Ode to my littlest...

peaches and cream skin so doux
strawberry blonde, big baby blues.

screw-on hands
screw-on feet
dimples and "deux dents"
thighs and cheeks.

orangutan walking
gosling fuzz crazy hair
tempers and tantrums
Divas BEWARE!

beach bunnies to snowflakes
my how the time flies
when I'm trapped
in the depths of my
baby girl's eyes.

It's been hard
all these firsts
of the whole passing year
because all of these firsts
are MY lasts
I do fear.

So although I do know
in my head you must grow,
tell that to my
breaking heart.

For this my darling
I whisper to you,
I wanted to keep you small
from the start.


With love, Mama x

Yes YES Yesssssssss

Yes folks.
That's right.

I'm going to Blogger Hell.

Where have you been you may ask....

I've been everywhere, man.

The summer has flown by and September is upon us.... again.
... and I'm broke again.
Wedding anniversaries, back to school, birthdays(our own kids), all the kids from school who had b-days in the summer now having back-to-school b-day parties, broken lawnmowers, milk-guzzling children of all ages....

Mr. Harper can I have a milk money fund to go along with my "beer and popcorn" money??

Maybe, maybe we should look into buying a cow... HAHAHAHHAHHHAHHA - Wouldn't that P*ss our old crockety next door person off!!! I can just see him now cleaning cow paddies off his precious front lawn. Hey, you thought my windchimes were annoying - wait 'til Bessie starts "Moo"-ing at 2 in the morning when the kids from the hood tip her over for kicks... Hee Hee.

No, now I'm going to regular hell...
At least I won't be pining for a warm winter get away in February... where I'm going will be nice and warm.