The secret is out...

So I never really told my husband about this blog. But in my defense, he never asked. It wasn't exactly a secret, it was just one of those things that never came up. And, for some reason I only want the entire blogoshpere to know my secrets - not Andy. So he busted me (about my little Starbucks problem, see previous post, I am too lazy to figure out how to link it).

Hubby: Hmmm, where is all of Mia's money? I thought there was more than this in Wilber (the piggy bank)?
Me: No tellin'
Hubby: You don't suppose someone took it, do you?
Me: I don't suppose (trying to look completely uninterested and unconcerned).
Hubby: I can't imagine what kind of person would do that.
Me: I can't even imagine a person that sick.
Hubby: Except maybe yourself - you will replace that money you know.
Me: Who told you?
Hubby: Lots of people. I hope that mocha was worth it.
Me: It was.

There is nothing like a marriage built on secrets, deception, and sarcasm. These are the qualities that will stand the test of time, or at least eight years.

When the baby isn't happy, ain't no one happy...

This is the face of a kid who is sooooo through nursing and is loving the formula. The only sad person now is me.

Just what you want to hear out of your kid's mouth

Me: Mia, did you have a dream last night?
Mia: Yes.
Me: What did you dream about?
Mia: Butt cheeks.

I didn't ask her who's butt cheeks they were but if they were mine, I am sure they were full of cellulite.

Photo Shoot - 3 Year Old Style

Crazy Kids

That's My Man

I guess they did need him more than we did....

A new all-time low

At any moment the ground is going to open up and swallow me. I just snuck into my child's room and took money out of her piggy bank for my Starbucks fix. WHAT KIND OF SICK AND TWISTED PERSON AM I? There is no justification for this although I do feel the need to tell you that Mia didn't earn the money (her grandparents give her change every time they see her) and she won't even notice (or care) that it is gone. But still. You might be wondering what drove me to this pit of despair. While I am partially to blame, I am putting part of this on the Starbucks corporation for opening a brand new shiny Starbucks in my neighborhood within walking distance of my house (as if I actually walk to it). And because I have already visited my new all-too-local Starbucks more times this month than I want my husband to know about, I had made a promise to myself that I wasn't going to put any more Starbucks charges on the check card this week. So to the piggy bank I went....
I will not blame you if you never speak to me again. But in case you do want to find me (to tell me what a bad person I am) I will be at the Starbucks on Memorial.

Thank goodness for aunts

If it weren't for her (and a pair of black gaucho pants as a background), poor Bode may never have had a photo shoot.

He rolls...

This one is for Daddy, who is in Gualamala (Mia's pronunciation) and missed the big event.

And Honey you can rest easy, I may have forgotten to pay the mortgage but I did update your fantasy football league just like you told me.

I Want My Mummy