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

All good things must come to an end.

I am officially declaring Halloween over at the Lashley house. After three trick-or-treating events before the 31st, things are getting out of hand. Mia is constantly sorting and resorting her candy all the while coming up with creative ways to eat more than her daily allotted amount ("Mommy, come and pick out your favorite piece and then we can share it!"), Andy ate an entire Nerds Rope at 1:00 this morning, and unfortunately my diet doesn't include the peanut M&M's that I ate for breakfast. So, when the porch light isn't on tomorrow night you will know why - the Lashleys are in fact home but too busy shoving fistfuls of candy into their mouths to come to the door.

Having to pick just one costume for Halloween - oh the horror!
Mia was Snow White for the church's fall festival:

She was Belle for about ten minutes before OC's trick-or-treating in the dorms (until I nixed her idea of wearing the skirt as a strapless dress and insisted she wear the complete outfit):
And finally she settled on Pocahontas:
This is her "silly pose." And yes, I sent her to Sonshine School today with no shoes because, as Mia so delicately and politely put it, POCAHONTAS DOESN'T WEAR SHOES AND I AM POCAHONTAS!!!!!!!!!!!

Quote of the day

In the car listening to a random song on the radio: "Mommy, who sings this song? Is it God or the Beatles?" I didn't know who sang the song but I knew it wasn't John, Paul, George, Ringo or God.

Congratulations Andy, your work as a parent is now complete.

Eight is Great

Well, the unthinkable has happened. Andy has managed to stay married to me eight years and he only has minimal regrets. To celebrate the fact that we haven't killed each other (especially the past two months) we went to The Melting Pot and paid an exuberant amount of money to cook our own food. I don't cook at home so he has to take me to a nice restaurant to do it. It was actually a lot of fun and we even got to have adult conversation with Jesse and Ashley - just like old times. (This is the face Andy makes every time I cook).


I will spare you all the sappy reasons that I am still madly in love with this man but here are my two favorites at the moment:I may have watered down the gene pool considerably, but at least they turned out pretty cute.

2 months and a day

Poor Bode

I'm pretty sure he is miserable in these pictures. I guess I am not helping things by running to grab the camera when I catch Mia in his crib about to suffocate him instead of rescuing my little baby.