A Star Wars Reinactment For Uncle Mike



Not a toy, the force is.

Harness its' power, you must.

Powerful, it is.

Quick learner, you are.

Nappy, must I.

Jedi, you are.

My Girl

Oh, it has been a looong day with my littlest one today, complete with no nap and several donkey kicks to my abdomen during diaper changes.  She has the calf muscles of Beckham.  Anyways, we are having a special night together tonight as Drew and Emmy are at "Pumpkin Carving with Daddy" night at preschool.  So, Rosa and I snuggled up on the sofa for movie and dessert.  I brought her a small bowl of num-nums (M&M's) and I brought myself a few squares of my fave Lindt dark chocolate with sea salt (mmm...).  Rosa took one look at my chocolate, looked down at her bowl and said "here..." while giving me her num-num's and swiping my good chocolate.
That's my girl.  And we are one again.

"Nooo, don't eat her, she's a girl not foooood!!!"

Overheard while I'm cooking dinner tonight.  Followed shortly by Emmy running upstairs to find some pretend food to feed Daddy Dinosaur in order to save Rosa.
Ahh..the joys of parenting with Drew...

It's always more fun when he gets home.

*no children were eaten during the writing of this blog post.

Spanish Lesson

Emmy: uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, Monday, diez!

Way too awesome to correct:)

And here is an unrelated photo for your Wednesday entertainment:

Emmy's art gallery.  May I direct your attention to the "millicat" in the middle.  Awesome.

"Awesome" is the word of the day, in case you're wondering.

What The Yankees Needed Last Night

Among other things (could you guys possibly have stranded any more runners?), better pitching.
Here Nova, let my 4 yr. old show you how it's done.


The wind up...(Rosa is absolutely on the edge of her seat, or err, sidewalk).

The release...(curve ball)

The follow through.  Check out that stance.  Commitment. 

Alrighty.  I'll be expecting a call from Cashman in about 14 years. 
Until then...

Okay, Fine.

Fiiiiiinnnneee.  I'll post the last bit of vacation photos.
Stop begging.  It's embarrassing.

And a super duper crazy big thank you to these two, for everything they did and do for us on vacation and in the real world too.

My Throat Hurts, So I Can't Type Much

Also, cause I'm feeling lazy. Or maybe it's just the "brain cloud" I'm experiencing from my last dose of NyQuil last night.  *If you don't know the term "brain cloud", stop right here, google it, netflix the movie and then get back with me, because seriously people, priorities.*
Also, cause preschool is a filthy little germ pool.  I still love it though.  Even when a little 3ish year old boy walked past Rosa (while we were waiting on E), stopped dead in his tracks, got within an inch of her face and exclaimed  "Ewwwwww!".  Even then. 
Though, I did secretly hope she sneezed in his face at that exact moment.  Alas...

I leave you with a little photo montage I like to call "Multitasking"...