They are at it again!!!!!

I'm so frustrated , tears flowed from me this morning, so tired all this, must take some action, rectify this......

Dreams

Here I am at fours years old cradling one of my favourite dolls. I always had a baby doll in my arms, it was my favourite pastime as a child. I never had a favourite, I had many, they all had a name and a special outfit, but I was always their Mommy.
Andy M, my neighbour was always the Daddy, poor little guy didn't have anyone else in the neighbourhood to play with!! We would walk our babies up and down the street(lived in small town, never any traffic on the roads), fed them and carried them everywhere we went.
As I got older the baby dolls sat on my bed,got pushed into a corner as I grew and moved on to Barbie. I can remember packing them away in a box to give to my cousins to play with, not upset because I felt I was too big for dolls.
As my hubby and I completed our adoption and we received our referral photo for the first time I can remember thinking how I couldn't wait to buy Jennifer her first doll.
My Aunt made her tons of beautiful handmade doll clothes, knitted them little sweaters, smocked little nightgowns and made them quilts.
The first doll purchased will always be remembered because we were caught by the local television station and put on the 6 pm. newscast(it was close to Xmas and they were doing a story on popular toys).
As I sat on the floor to show my daughter how to hold her baby ,feed it, cuddle it, nurture and love it, I was flooded with childhood memories. I had dreamt of playing dolls with my daughter.
I am making a plea to those waiting Moms out there, in the constant roller coaster of emotions that adoption can lead you to, don't give up on your dreams they do come true, I promise.

Jillian with her doll she calls"Baby"



Jennifer calls her doll "Oprah". (Mommy is a huge Oprah fan, one wish in life would be to meet her)

Help me Welcome Owen Home..

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Welcome Home...

Thelma and Louise .

Photo courtesy of Sam at Just Keep Swimming

Well Thelma and Louise ride again.
In the early morning hours as Mom and Dad snored away like two bears in hibernation something dreadful was being conspired with whispers and giggles.
Thelma and Louise tucked under flannel and fleece decided to tiptoe out into the kitchen and prepare their own breakfast, you can see where this is going can't ya??First,they fed the fish again, poor Lenny and Frankie's gills were clogged with food, unscathed again they had full little tummies and they were rescued in time , jeez, I thought only cats had nine lives!!
Next it was on to the dog, on the menu for him this morning, Rice Crispies and water. Thelma dumped half a family box of crispies into the dog bowl, he gulped them up and lazily retired to his bed to watch the crime unfold(grinning all the while, I'm sure).
Louise got out the English muffins, toaster and butter. With good intentions she cut(Yes, all knives will be stored in the evidence room under lock and key)the muffin and stuck it into the toaster, this makes my hair stand on end!!! Thelma then butchered the butter, she cut and smeared a perfectly good pound of butter, leaving her fingerprints at the scene, EVERYWHERE.
You could be a blind crime scene investigator and not miss a print (on the floor, counters, cupboards, chairs and anywhere else you can think of) and that's not even taking the honey into consideration!!!!!
Next came out the rest of the Rice Crispies and the bag(full, last night) of milk, let's just say I am thawing a new bag as I type.
Now Thelma with a little good sense this morning decided she had better cover her tracks before the bad cops came out she decided to get the broom from the closet, all the banging woke Dad.
Now Dad knows from experience if Mom is awoke from hibernation, crawls from her den to see the mess that had incurred she is going to roar. He quickly started to clean, now I can hear the noise, thinking how sweet hubby has left me in bed started breakfast for the girls, I start to close my eyes and dream of Hugh Laurie,oops, I mean my husband. Then rudely Jennifer shakes me into the present to tell me "Dad is grouchy, he woke up on the wrong side of your bed".
I shuffle sleepily to the kitchen and ROAR, "What in the heck....."
Lets just say you'd have to be one fast police officer to take down Thelma and Louise this morning, they run out of sight before I could finish my sentence.
How was your morning....................

The sad tale of Princess Pee

Once upon a time there lived two Princesses in a tiny castle with their Mom the King, oops the Queen and Daddy the King.

The little Princess, to protect her identity we will call her, Princess Pee. Pee was an adorable little girl , but, yes there was a butt, there was a little problem with her sitting on her throne.

Now the Queen was getting a little digruntled with her Princess "I'm a big girl now" pull up pants. Not only were they breaking the royal bank but PP Princess is having her coming out party soon(refer to countdown clock)and we want her to be able to get some big girl underwear.

The Queen is just tired of pull ups and changing"stinky bums".

We have tried royal treats(carmels, yes resorted to bribes), princess stickers and kiddie soap(special sparkly foaming , you name it). We have tried saying if you go pee princess we will have high tea with the china cup and saucer and special cookies(every princess loves a tea party right?).

Now pee refuses to sit on the throne, fusses and screams, kicks and does her famous Princess pout. When the Queen or King finally settles her down she sits forever, we get her off put on the pull ups, you guessed it she will pee.

The last couple of days we have had pretty good sucess, not a lot of royal tantums and the Queen is doing her happy dance(thinking of an extra $40.00 in her purse), keeping her fingers crossed we may have turned a corner.

All I want is for Princess Pee is for her to have the honour of doing the royal flush, not to be wearing depends for her royal wedding to her Prince(like her Daddy will ever think any suitor will be a Prince, LOL)

Please....

With Our Sympathy

To Anne, Kyra and Grace our thoughts and prayers are with you at this time.