Mission Accomplished

Eat Dog Food. Check.


Dump dog-water bowl all over kitchen floor. Check.


Find open bathroom, climb on counter-top, leave signature hand-marks on clean mirror. Check.


Dump newly opened bag of pretzels on newly vacuumed carpet. Check.


Climb on computer desk and throw anything off you can find. Check.


Empty cooking bowls out of kitchen cabinet. Check.


Increase the likelihood of never getting invited to play-group again. Check.


Fall asleep on drive home. Check.


Mission Accomplished Little Z.

FUNNY MOMENT (I have to remember funny moments, so I don't cry as I am remembering the aforementioned moments..)

While in Wisconsin, I was shopping at a Goodwill (by the way, the discount stores there rock compared to here), and I had this conversation with the check-out lady.

Check-Out Lady: Where are you from?

Me: I live in Texas.

Lady: Wow, you speak really fluent English.

I smile and nod, because I am confused.

Lady: You don't even have an accent. Don't you speak Spanish?

I nod my head no while trying not to laugh. Maybe in Wisconsin they think Texas is their own Spanish speaking country?? Not that some Texans don't believe we are our own country, just minus the Spanish speaking.

17 Hours Later...

We were in Wisconsin. Marcus had a work thing there. So, I had the brilliant idea of making it a family road-trip. The night before we left, I was sick with the reality of my brilliant idea. 17 hours with an 18 month old in a car. BUT, it turned out great. Z is a trooper, and so is Marcus-- he drove 90% of the way.

Luckily Zannah got a hold of the camera, which is the reason we have hardly ANY pictures at all! We got to spend time with Marcus's parents, which is always great. Grandma
Self-portrait.

What Wisconsin looked like from the hotel room. Wisconsin was really pretty, take my word for it.

A Big Thanks

To Marcos.

You see, I got home at 4 AM from the hospital (where I take call one night a week) and you know how I like to eat candy on the way to and from in order to stay awake. I was trying to be quiet and not wake you and my toothbrush was missing. Yours was conveniently there and remember how you were just bragging to me the other day about how fabulous your new bristles were. So, I gave it a go.

And you are right, it is fabulously soft!

And I may have used it again this morning after you left for work. But don't worry, I have a pretty good idea of where mine went.

We can talk about the floss later.

Love ya!

Dear Elder

Thank you for this:

It will make a lovely decoration in our house.

Love,

Your sister

This Is

A Sneaky Little One. She knows how to lock me out of the bathroom by opening the drawer. This leaves just enough crack for me to watch her climb from the toilet to the counter top, where she shreds toilet paper and empties the garbage can (which are obviously no longer safe on the counter).

Decisions

Unimportant decisions plague my life. I can make big decisions almost instantly, such as school, moving, adopting, etc. But, decisions like how to cut my hair, what to hang on the wall, what color of shirt to buy, these give me anxiety.


Here are some recent decisions or the lack thereof: After 18 months, Missy Z finally has something on her wall. Got this super easy, cheap idea from Blue Cricket DesignIt only took 18 months to decide to put pig tails in Missy Z's hair. It makes her look so much older, which is exactly why I have tried to avoid it and I'm lazy.





Can't decide what to do with this garage sale gem. Any suggestions?? It could be a cool chalkboard in Z's room. Or it could frame those paper fans above her crib. I might paint it red, or orange, or a turqoise. Maybe in 18 months, I can post about what I did with it :)



Finally, Kabree and I decided to start a business AND tell people about it. A big thanks to Jen C. for designing our logo, we love it!

You can see some of the things we make at www.duckpickle.blogspot.com A couple stores here are carrying some of our stuff, which is awesome.

And now I am going to decide for the next hour whether or not to go to bed.

Treasures

Look at the treasures I found from today's yard-saling, all for the price of $19.

Cute red shoes.

Pretty sure I will break an ankle in these shoes, but for $4, the pain may be worth it.
"Yard sale regret" always kicks in at some point after the purchases. Sometimes I regret wasting money on something I really didn't need, but today I regret not getting more fabric. Luckily, there is always next week.