Two things completely unrelated

Another Yaya original:

You give her a plain white shirt, she gives you a masterpiece.The inevitable ending to every water hose play session.

Apparently this fascination is something a woman can never fully understand. I'm fine with that.

Crazy Liar

This little boy had his Sunday school teachers running to the potty with him yesterday. "I need go potty in bafroom," he told them. The kid has never so much as glanced at the toilet in his life.

The lengths one will go to to ditch Sunday school....

It's ten o'clock, do you know where your child is?

Am I the only one that remembers those disturbing public service announcements from the 80's (or was it 90's? I am now officially old enough for my decades to run together)?

If your child isn't wide awake in an Elphaba costume playing with an Elphaba doll then we really don't have much in common.

Sneak Peak

Note to self: Work on posture.With or without Mia, this coat was having its picture made.

I know he had two socks on when he left the house.

These were not posed.

This is what happens when you sneak up on Mia looking in a mirror. I hate it when my shirt looks better on her than it does me.

And I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, "My goodness, can that woman not keep her room even slightly clean?"

And the answer is no, no she can't.

Thank you, MAC.

You were worth every penny. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have this:

I am soooo submitting this to awkwardfamilyphotos.com.

Mia, thank you for being Elphaba. Most girls would have wanted to be Glinda, the pretty, yet predictable, blonde who wears the pink ruffly dress and gets the guy (sort of). But not you, sweet Mia. You chose the complex, misunderstood, and not-so-obviously beautiful Elphaba. Keep thinking outside the box, sweet girl. You make your Momma proud.

Well, they call me the fireman, that's my name.

Actually, Bode was nothing until about 5 minutes before we left for the Fall Festival. I wanted him to be Tommy Lee, Andy was pushing for The Balloon Boy, and then I remembered that this lil' Wal-Mart special was still sitting in the closet with some things that I was hiding for a rainy day. Poor little second child.

He wanted to be a fireman all along, he just didn't know it.

Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

Happy Fall Ya'll

CORRECTION: My mom did not make that cute shirt, Sada did! When I find something in Mia's drawer like that I automatically give Yaya the credit.

Now, the fact that a shirt was in her drawer that I had no recollection of is another issue all together....

Skirt and shirt brought to you by Yaya, the really crappy photography brought to you by yours truly.

Holy Guacomole

I ate my weight in this stuff. Just ask my jeans.
My hand looks abnormally large in this picture. I'm like the "man-hands" girl from Seinfeld.

Why my kids did not miss us.

Where there is Bode there are drums, one way or another.

Mia wore this old dress my mom made for my sister circa 1986 all day and slept in it two nights in a row. Thank you so much YaYa, DD, Ahmo, Aubrie, Grammie, and Boppy. We may have been in paradise but they were in heaven.

A sneak peek of the view

Need I say more?

It was wicked fun

This is the story of a cake (sung to the tune of that annoying teeny bopper song that won't get out of your head once you hear it)

This cake is Mia's very own creation. She designed it, drew it, and talked about every detail of it for months. The hard part: finding a genius person that was willing to make Mia's very specific dreams come true. Stephanie Anderson nailed it. She (and her man, who helped) made a five-year-old "finally feel five." If you've seen Wicked (which Mia has not, by the way. She's just sort of obsessed with the soundtrack and watching the musical acts on YouTube) then you know exactly what this is. If not (like every other child at her party), you will be kind of confused. As if Mia cares.

She even put little lines from the song "Popular" around the cake. Perfect.

The brutal decapitation of Miss Elphaba. Tragic.Galinda met her fate:

More pictures of Mia's party soon. As usual, Mia has decided when and what I will post about her party (Type A, much?).