Me Want

This...

Don't ask me why.

While I was blog surfing today -

I came across a new site.

One that I have never surfed to before.

Whitney Caroline Designs.

Cute monogrammed stuff.

Super adorable.

I love anything personalized.

The cuties' rooms are filled with their initials.

It's almost annoying.

But, I just can't help it.

It's an obsession.

But, one non-personalized item was the poo-pourri.

The cute verbiage on the bottle makes me giggle.

It's one of those gifts you sooooo want...

you just don't want to buy it.

Oh well, maybe the Hottie will surprise me.

Girl's Day

Lily has been begging for a girl's day.

I don't know where she got that term.

I think from Ashley. or Rylee.

Well...Friday - we got our girl's day.

I was in dire need of a pedicure.

So, I took Lil with me Friday morning.

She loves to get her toes and nails painted at home.

So, I thought...why not??

I was a little concerned that she would misbehave.

But, no....

She's a true girlie-girl.

She sat up in the massage chair like she'd been doing it all her life.

She was still.

And quiet (a miracle).

And in awe of every moment.

Luckily, they started her nails right away.

So, as mine were being done -

she had a good 30 minutes to let hers dry.

We put on her massage chair.

She loved it.

She said perfectly still.

With her hands on the arm rests.

And her feet separated ever so slightly -

So she wouldn't ruin her nails.

She picked purple.

She loves it.

And, of course - she shows every single person she sees.

Rudely, I was a little sad at first thinking I wouldn't enjoy my pedicure as much.

Pedicures are normally my "alone" time.

Quiet time.

Peaceful time.

Yes, I know I sound mean.

But with Lil by my side....really...I found that I enjoyed it more.

Thanks Lil!

Benadryl

Not sure why...

Maybe I give it too much??

But, I really don't think so.

But, Lily calls her breathing treatments, benadryl.

She'll say - I need my benadryl.

Or, like this weekend...she'll run in and tell me...

My baby's sick. I gave her benadryl. Come see.

And then I find the baby like this:

Yep, tucked in with the blanket and everything.

Wednesday Norm

It's 7:42pm on my computer. This is what's been going on today...

Brady schooled from 8:13 - 2:50.

Lily played at Aunt Cori's.

The Hottie and I worked.

We dinner'd.

Oops...of course we first got into comfy clothes.

(at least the Cuties and I did)

The Cuties and their Daddy played Don't Break the Ice.

Lots of times.

The Hottie and I then fibbed about where he was leaving to.

We said the gym.

He's really going to play softball.

I really, really, reeeeeaaaaally didn't want a big fight

about why we were NOT going, too.

So we lied.

Is that bad??

Lily then brushed my hair (ouch!!) as

I read a book.

Babe Ruth...we've been working on it for awhile.

Treatment time for Lil.

She now asks for them.

I'm not sure if she needs it or if she just likes it.

Either way - it was treatment time.

Lil wanted to watch Wonder Pets...

it wasn't on.

DVR'd Dora it was.

So, I'm now sitting here - on the couch.

Listening to the humming calmness of the treatment machine.

Observing Lil tap the bottom to make sure she gets every drop of medicine.

She's a pro.

Watching Brady as he lays on the couch next to me...

trying to keep his eyes open.

It's quiet.

The house is clean.

I'm waiting for the Hottie to watch AI.

Isn't life great?

p.s. Brady's now officially out.

Hohokam Elementary

I switched elementary schools in the 3rd grade when we moved from Phoenix to Scottsdale. I was put into Hohokam Elementary School. The very same school that many of my cousins...and siblings...and even parents went to.

They celebrated their 50th Anniversary last weekend.

We went.

All of us.

We toured the school.

Looked at old pictures.

Let the kids play on the playground.

Participated in fundraisers and raffles.

I won a t-shirt.

A Hohokam Falcons shirt.

Green and Yellow.

Yuck.

Still the same colors and I still hate them so.

And...amongst the 80's and 90's class picture albums, I found these beauties....

It's Baaaaaaaaaaack!!!

Yep.
The Cuties are thrilled.
Me, too.
But...I do need my new bumper to get a couple of good ole' AZ rock chips...it's waaaaay too clean.

Red Car

A little over a week ago...

I rear-ended another vehicle.

Yes.

Me.

NOT the Hottie.

Me.

Totally my fault.

Well...I do secretly blame the new AZ resident (from Colorado, also named Dawn) that I hit from NOT pulling forward even just a few inches when the light turned green as we were waiting for the oncoming traffic to pass so we could each turn left.

But...still...TOTALLY my fault.

Luckily, I have rental coverage.

And, a very low deductible.

And, I work at the drop off/pick up location.

It's very convenient.

Last week, I picked up the rental.

A red, Nissan Altima.

With Nevada plates.

(why is it that 90% of the time I get an out of state rental wherever I go?)

Sorry...I definitely digress.

The cuties...

L-O-V-E, LOOOOOOOVE

the rental.

Head over heels.

Seriously.

I do love driving a car.

Much speedier than my van.

REALLY good on gas mileage.

Maybe I'll swap with the Hottie when I get the van back.

When I picked up Lily from Ashley's last week,

she ran out and screamed - "I love you red car!!"

Seriously. Not kidding.

Then she says, "The red car is the coolest."

She's certainly going to be upset on Wednesday

when the van returns.

The Cuties also continuously...

and I mean continuously tell me how to drive.

Back seat drivers at ages 6 and 3.

"Stop, Mom" and

"Go, Mom" and

"Slow down, Mom" and

"The light is red, Mom" and

"The light is green, Mom" and

"Good job, Mom" and

"Don't crash, Mom"

are words I hear multiple times a day now.

And, my favorite from Brady....

"Mom, you're a good driver now."

Thank YOU, Buddy...

I'm glad I have your 6-year old approval.

Too funny!

But seriously...

Red Car...we will miss you!

Tintless windows and all!