Uber Mommy

Tess has been mothering her little stuffed bear Baby for some time now, but lately it has been getting a little extreme. Seriously, that girlie is nuts. She feeds the bear in her dolly highchair with her princess tea set at least three times daily, I think that she is finally done nursing...hooray for solid foods I guess. She'll run from the kitchen table exclaiming that her baby is crying and return to report that she was scared. The bear has been sporting an undershirt and diaper that I made for a doll she got for her first birthday.

Seriously, it's really getting sort of weird...maybe I should be glad that she has this amazing influence in her life that she is expertly modeling. Yeah, there's a good spin on it. :)

Guitar Hero

Thanks to the Carters, we got to play Guitar Hero for a little while on Saturday night. The kids even got to try it out, though they are still a little young (or at least inexperienced) to get it. Tess preferred just to dance to the music.

I See Your Point

We were watching America's Funniest Home Videos with the kids last night and there was a clip with a horse in it, which made Tess start to think about horses. "When I grow up I want to have a horse." Ha. Ummmm, I don't think so honey. "But I already have a cowboy hat..."

Happy Girl

Get Your Kleenex

My mom commented that Tate's video was a bit of a tearjerker. Get ready for this!

Good Grief

I sure hope that whoever works the studio at Penney's this weekend can do something with this.

Tess's Bedtime Story

Tonight when I was putting Tess to bed, she told me a bedtime story. This is as close to word for word as I can get it:

Daddy, I got my Strawberry Shortcake in my room, because I don't want to lose it. If I lose my Strawberry Shortcake I have to get a new Strawberry Shortcake. And if Noah breaks his Lego Transformer (his Happy Meal toy was a Bionicle) then he has to get a new Lego Transformer. And then there's a monster in our house! But I'll get a Princess and flowers and pink and sparkly and you get an orange fire and Noah gets a blue fire and Mommy gets flowers and fire and Tate gets a gun to fire. And then we'll get the monster away so we can watch TV!! But we'll go to bed and watch Gerald McBoingBoing. We can do that. And not go to bed.

Do you like my story, Daddy? It's a good show, huh. We can watch that one on TV, huh Daddy.

He's Not the One for You Girlie

Tess was looking through the useless pile of coupon free ads out of the newspaper we picked up today when she started giggling and then exclaimed, "Look Mom! Boys!" She was looking at an ad that had a bunch of DVD covers on it and was pointing to this cover:

Oh Tess honey, you could do so much better....and that boy's parents, oh geez...

Don't Care How, I Want it NOW!

Tess saw a commercial for this Quick gems thing on TV this morning and immediately started on the "I want that for my birthday" song. I chuckled and said something about how I was not paying $30 to order some retarded hair thing off of the TV. Then this screaming monster who reminded me a little of this girl reared her ugly head.

"I want it for my birthday! You never buy-ed it for me! You never buy-ed me anything! I want it now!"

I sat there with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open a bit and when she was done screaming I asked her if she would like to apologize to me now or if she would like a time out first.

A Case of Mistaken Identity

I got our only Thanksgiving decoration out this morning when I put the Halloween stuff away and as soon as Tess saw it she excitedly exclaimed, "Look! A Duck!"