We Love Primping

She's always been a primper.

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And therefore, I've dreamt of the days she and I would primp together in the bathroom.

To clarify, we have absolutely nowhere to go.  

Doesn't matter though.

She pulls out all the eye shadows, plugs in both the blow dryer and straightener, uses all my make-up and hair brushes and every aerosol can of Suave is on the counter.  

As soon as I feel like primping a bit, she decides to join me.  Oh, and she usually chooses to stand right in front my mirror, forcing me to do a "guess-and-check" make up application and hairdo.

But she's always been my little beauty queen and prefers manicures and mascara to any physical activity or sports camp.

I know darn well these days won't last long. 

It's no secret the I'm going to blink and she's going to want nothing to do with me.

That's why I'm letting her have the mirror.  Why I add the laptop to the cluttered bathroom counter so we can sing along to Dixie Chicks and Taylor Swift as we apply our blush and practice her 'messy bun.'

So I'm going to be dang sure she know the tricks to contouring those amazing cheekbones, perfect eye shadow application for us girls who don't have much lid, and disguise to hide under-eye puffs (all of which she gets from me).  

These days are limited and my teaching window is short.

Luckily, I have an extremely interested, gorgeous and artistic student.

It's Gettin' Weird In Here

So this little moo bear turns 10 in just a few days.  

What does that mean?  

I'm old.  

I'm confident she's going to start, or continue to finish where her siblings left off to drive me completely to the finish line of insanity.  

As G'funk would say, Oh whatever, I was partly there already and didn't have much planned anyway.  

As I was searching for a toddler photo of her with her platinum blonde hair and notorious tongue (a weak moment?) , I started reading my posts and realized what I was missing.

This blog is a life long love letter to THEM.  

That's all.  

Someday when they're raising kids of their own, wondering WTF to do and why didn't mom warn me about this, they can revisit to this blog and realize we all go into parenthood blind and with our fingers crossed, with strong young hearts ready to demolish anything, or anyone that gets in their way.

Sometimes I tend to type better than I do talk, so here it goes.

This little thing is her father.  She loves to be by his side and constantly busy.  She's easy to anger and will pick a fight with a worm if she needs to.  When she is kind, she is SO kind.  When she is pissed, she'll rip your head off.  She's a bottomless pit and won't miss a meal without feeling faint. She's protective of everyones feelings. She a snuggle buggle and can make anyone laugh at the drop of a hat with silliness.  She lives life as though there's no tomorrow.

She's also me.  She loves to be by my side and wants to know, "what are we going to do next."  She loves yard work days where we run out daylight before we can get our work done.  She loves to sweat and feel the feeling of accomplishment, exhaustion and sore muscles.  She loves animals and prefers goats to humans. She finds her relaxation in staying busy and constantly on-the-go.  She takes chances and has fun.

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While on vacay to Utah, Molly's lips got SO chapped.  

As evidenced in this photo she looks like an Avon lady.  That dry air business is not for us.  

Yeah, this little dude caught a lizard within an hour of arriving at our compound in Utah.  

But that's not why I posted the photo. 

It's the gold chain.  

When Heather and I turned 14, G'funk bought us each a gold chain.  As I hover 42 years, I no longer want to draw attention to my neck, and Ross was in the market.  

The rest is history.

 

Meanwhile, masks have been deemed "mandatory" for I-35 return to learn plan.  

I was so excited to be the innovative teacher with the shield.  

I have hearing impaired students, for God sake and masks make it hard for ME to hear (as I realize I'm more of a lip reader than a listener),

So this showed up today and I realized I looked more like a white Walter Peyton than a teacher.  It just wasn't the look I was going for this year.  

So back to the drawing board I go...

Who knew!

And after nearly a month, Lucky's balls finally fell off.  

We were starting to wonder if he'd have a dehydrated ball sack hanging between his legs for eternity.  

Turns out, that wasn't his destiny and we captured it on a cutting board.  

We're not farmers.  

But we're not city-folk either. 

Did Ross put a castration ring around his tip of his penis and need my help cutting it off?  

You bet he did.  

This is my life, my kids and my story.

Wouldn't have it an other way...

Cutie Patooties

I took these almost a month ago.  

I think they're adorable- the pictures are pretty cute too ;)

Learning

And just when it seemed the world was ending.

I discovered the perfect science curriculum was located across from the mailbox.

 My oldest researched preditors who rip the stomach cavity out of its prey.

And based on research, we determined we could have a cougar on the premises.

Or a coyote, or wolf, or something else...

I spy, with my little eye,

In other news, the girls can cook for themselves now.

French Toast, Eggs, Souffles. 
If a job opens up a Denny's, they'll be a shoe in.

And in the midst of it all, I'm trying to find a recipe for a "To-Die-For-Chocolate-Cake" to serve at the Foundation Dinner at school on May 4th. 

After 4 attempts, I think I'm finally close. 

Meanwhile, we're all beginning to feel fat and diabetic.

St. Patricks Day Twins

In the midst of feeling the end was near, Mother Nature renewed our faith in the world with the sweetest delivery on St. Patricks Day.

Her bag had filled and the puss was drippy.

When Mike got home from work, we knew it was time to assemble the birthing stall.

That's when the steaming bag emerged...

There was a burst of fluid, followed by a face!

We could see air bubbles and tongue movement as Willow bellowed passing the rest of the head.

Meet Lucky.- A boy, who we will band and raise as a wether. (male goat with no balls)

But his sister Clover wasn't far behind. 

And that's how we got twins on St. Patricks Day

How lucky are we?!