"This is Robin calling Batman. . ." (no, he's really calling Papa)

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I didn't know the blue Power Ranger and Robin were such good friends!

Fun in the kitchen with bread dough. . .

Big brother lends a helping hand with the rolling pin. . .

"Hmmmm, I wonder if I can make this into a. . .?"

What superheroes do when they're not rescuing someone!

I am sooooo tired today! For some reason Ava has decided the past several days that she's just really not into napping right now. I LIVE for nap time, so needless to say, I"m a bit annoyed right now.
To heap trouble on trouble, I don't have a car either. The transmission went out on Marvin's (old-ish) Explorer, and it's too old and too costly to fix, so we're being forced to car shop. Marvin's been taking the van to work every day, and mommy is stuck at home with a non-napping 13 month old.
I keep telling myself that this in a character-building excercise, but I'm definately not enjoying it!!

One of Ava's guilty pleasures!

A little bathtime fun for Miss Ava last night

Today I would like to publicly thank my two good friends, Sarah and Brittany, for so kindly assisting me in the logistics of being a mommy to three without a car. Here's to you, girls! Maybe I'll get you back with a gas gift card. . .

I am sitting paralyzed in front of my computer. . .very tired, I"ve been gone from the house with Benji and Ava since 9:00 this morning, and just got home around 3:30 to a mess and a dirty sink (Ha! That's what I get for not shining it last night!) I'm not sure why I'm even blogging right now, I need to be downstairs tidying up and helping Alec with his homework.
I've spent the last 15 min. or so hopping around on various blogs, and have come to the conclusion that mine totally sucks because I have no computer skills whatsoever! Now, if this was a head of hair, or someone's undressed window, it would look out of this world. Fortunately, those of you who know me, know that I'm not as un-cool as my blog appears, and those of you who don't know me, well, maybe that's why you're not looking at my blog!
(I took this picture to check and see just how tired I was, plus I wanted to see if I could really aim the camera right to take a picture of myself in the mirror- Tada! Guess I can!)

Nightmare on Liberty Street

We just got back from a Cub Scouts Pack meeting at school. It was their annual cake auction; all the scouts are to make and decorate a cake and then they are judged for prizes and auctioned off to raise money for the pack. Well, to give you some idea of what kinds of cakes there are, the one that Alec bid on and won was called "Poop Pie" and was housed in a (hopefully new) kitty litter pan, complete with a litter scoop.
I must say, although I enjoy the idea of Cub Scouts and it is a really great activity for Marvin and Alec to do together, I did not enjoy this meeting. Something about the noise of 20 or so elementary students in a gym and the lighting (you know, those giant overhead flourescents that make everyone look like death warmed over), well, I felt angry and jumpy the whole time. It couldn't end soon enough. Having to ride home with the "Poop Pie" on my lap, complete with Tootsie Roll terds hanging over the edge of the litter pan, did nothing to further my good mood.
I am now going straight to bed with a glass of ice water, and not even thinking about shining my sink. (All you Flybabies out there will know what I'm talking about) goodnight.

Here's the vaccum cleaner-frightening mess that's left on the floor after we take our dried up Christmas tree out to the street. I love real trees, picking one out, how they never quite look perfect, the smell when we come in the front door, etc. This year, however, I'm starting to reconsider my feelings. I doubt my husband will ever agree with me, though. Anyone have any comments on real trees vs. artificial ones?