One Year Ago It Was Sunny...

One year ago Bubbalu discovered a quick and handy backyard thirst quencher at Grandma's house:



And I'm certain it was sanitary and appropriate for holding drinking water.

Really, it was. I helped Grandma scour the thing after watching Bubbalu go back for seconds, thirds and fourths. We decided that copious amounts of fungi and scum might not be grand for the digestive system of an 18 month old.

We hung out at Grandma's house that day because Bubbalu's fun older boy cousins were in town and a play day was deemed necessary.

That, and Mama was one tired and worn out preggo woman who had run out of ideas to entertain her precocious toddler.

The cousins thought Bubbalu was quite silly for drinking out of the water fountain:



But looking on the bright side, he certainly wasn't dehydrated on that scorching hot July day:



Where oh where did our July 2009 sun go? Come back, for I miss thee so. I pulled out my cozy socks and am making soup for dinner. Um...I'm not ready for fall yet. I must have at least three frazzle-inducing camping trips, two unseemly tan lines, and one tired out toddler to meet my summer quota.

It's not looking very good.

Only one camping trip in the works, sunless tanner is providing adequate unlined tannage and the boy is decidedly UNTIRED.

Yeesh.

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Phanty Had An Accident...

Elephants are endangered in our house.

Remember my oh-so-crafty and colorful elephant scrappy silhouette project for Bubbalu's room? They turned out super cute and adorable while adding a bit of whimsy and spunk to his boring cave of a bedroom:



Elmer and Phanty were the perfect pair; a match made in scrapbook heaven, if you will. They enjoyed their mundane yet satisfying life squirting water from their trunks day in and day out.

Sunday afternoon I took a nap. I know, I KNOW, I don't nap. Yet this going on two week sinus infection is kicking my butt, so I actually decided to try and take care of myself and rest a bit. Not that it really worked, being that I'm starting antibiotics today, but whatever.

Anywho. Lance and his brother Shane were downstairs playing Carcassonne and having a grand and very focused time. Bubbalu was upstairs in his room supposedly napping. He is stuck in his room thanks to a gate across the doorway, enforcing the "I don't care if you actually sleep, but you MUST be in your room for at LEAST 2 hours of quiet play time" rule. Also known as the "how Mommy keeps sane" rule.

Bubbalu had his door open during his nap/quiet time, and the menfolk kept saying to each other that they couldn't figure out what Bubbalu was playing with that kept making such funny noises.

What would YOU do in this situation?

Me? I'd probably go and SEE FOR MYSELF what was going on. Ya know, check on the toddler who has a history of pooing on the floor and dancing in it , destroying a bathroom in under 5 minutes and kindly decorating the woodwork with ink pens? Yeah. That toddler.

I'm awakened two hours later by my husband yelling at me to provide First Aid to my injured child and check him over for more cuts or embedded glass.

What a LOVELY way to wake up from a deep slumber.

Bubbalu had managed to knock Phanty off the wall, smash the glass in the frame and then play with it for a good hour or so. This is all that is left of poor mangled Phanty:



Thankfully, Bubbalu sustained only a few small cuts and hopefully a lesson learned:



Mama on the other hand is still trying to calm her racing heart and convince the adrenaline that really now, the crisis is OVER and she would be glad to see it go now, if you please.

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Proud To Be An American...

We are kinda patriotic over here.

On or about the second week in June I start listening to my Lee Greenwood CD in anticipation of the 4th of July. It reminds me that our freedom was fought for and that I AM proud to be an American.

Bubbalu is proud to be an American too:



Wishing you a happy and safe Independence day!

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