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"I want more fairies..."

"Am I pretty?"

Bunny Faces

Bunny Stink Eye

 Bunny Cheese

 Bunny Grin

 Action Shot

 

Happy Easter!!

Bedtime Excuses

It is 7pm on a Friday night and the rents are making me go to bed. It's not a school night, I should be able to stay up, right? So I tried this...
I walked down the stairs and said
"Daddy, I'm done"
Daddy responds, ”done with what?”
My brilliant reply, "done with sleeping"

Ya it didn't go over so well. He gave me an earful about being done with sleeping when the sun comes up tomorrow. Yada, yada, yada... Why's he gotta spoil my Friday night fun!

Snow Much Fun

More of My Favorite Things

When I'm not playing with my cars and trucks, I'm drinking Strawberry & Chocolate Milk (no shake, no stir). When the rents are busy with one of the other kids, I sometimes have to make it myself..

 

 
I'm also pretty good at putting out fires. If I don't grow up to be a Monster Truck Driver, I'm certain to be a fireman!

Vroom Vroom

In case you didn't know, I LOVE cars, trucks, monster trucks, motorcycles... Basically, if it has an engine and wheels, I'm all about it.

 

 

 I don't like to share them, despite the fact I have a zillion of them. However, I don't mind letting my lil brother play with them every now and then. As long as he doesn't put them in his mouth. I don't want baby slobber on them..

I am very particular about the formation of vehicles. They must be lined up just so and Annabelle best not move them an inch when she walks past.

 I'm so meticulous about the care of my machines, I do the occasionally monster truck car wash...

 My show even goes on the road. When Annabelle isn't home, I use her 1970's Farrah Fawcett Camper to load up my trucks and take them to the next town for the show.

 So if you are ever in town, come on by. You can't play with them, but I'll be happy to put on a car show for you...

The Poopy Train

Overheard in the bathroom while trying to convince Eli to go poopy...

Someone We Will Not Name: I think you going poopy is making me have to go poopy.
Eli: You get behind my poop. My poop is the engine.

There you have it folks, the poopy train to the poopy plant. All Aboard!!!! Choo Choo

Bah Humbug

What do you do when a tree falls?

You probably get out of the way, huh?

Well I didn't have that luxury this morning at precisely 6am, when my Christmas tree fell over... On top of me....

Yesterday afternoon while doing some holiday shopping with the family, Christopher Pop-In-Kins, our resident spying elf, set up a slumber party movie night in the living room by the Christmas tree. Sounds fun, huh, to watch a movie and sleep under the light of the Christmas tree.

Well it is, until at 6am, the tree goes TIMBER.... While sleeping soundly next to my sister, the Christmas tree topples over... On top of me. Not on top of her, or on top of both of us.... Just on top of me....
 
Luckily, only a handful of things broke. As you can see the Roman Coliseum now looks much more like the old, tattered version in Rome. Mommy lost a prized ornament that had Annabelle's handprint made into snowmen, but AB has so many handprints and other ornaments on the tree - I think she'll be ok. Chances are that's half the reason the tree fell over, it has too many of Annabelle's ornaments on it. At least that is the theory I'm sticking too.

 Annabelle thinks Christopher Pop-In-Kins flew past the tree and that's what caused it to fall over. She found him in a bowl of popcorn looking at the whole thing. Looks like he had a movie night after we went to sleep.

The other theory floating out there is that Pa and some other folks in heaven were playing a practical joke. Cause even though some stuff broke, one of the only things that actually fell off the tree was the infamous Dick Fath table tent that has graced the tree since 2002. It landed right by my head. The hypothesis is, Jesus was walking past Pa and he said "Hey, Jesus. You want to see something funny?" And he huffed and he puffed from heaven and he blew our Christmas tree over and they all laughed and giggled at the spectacle that will now forever be The Year the Christmas Tree Fell on Eli - 2012. Just a little practical joke from heaven - we think they have a funny bone up there.

Oliver, he just sat back and watched. Probably wondering what in the heck is this Christmas thing and what is going on at 6am (that's when he actually does sleep).

 

 

I'm not sure there will be another sleepover by the lights of the Christmas tree, but now the tree is tied to the curtain rod. So either it won't fall again or when it does it will take the mantle and much more down with it as the curtain rod flings across the room. You can bet I won't be sleeping down there. All of a sudden, my bed seems nice and cozy.

These are the things that contribute to middle-kid syndrome. I'm not sure Christmas will ever be the same for me again. If I grow up to be an Ebenezer Scrooge, just know you can track it back to this terrifying experience. I sure hope Santa makes up for this in a couple of weeks.

At least the tree is back upright for now. Check out the wrecked jewelry (aka bead garland). As for me, I'm not sure I'm back to normal yet, but I did get to watch Cars 2 to help me feel better.

 

Merry Christmas & Bah Humbug!

Tis the Season

Happy Holidays Y'all. Mommy and Annabelle went to some fancy smancy tea party and left me with Daddy. As you can see they were trying to capture a girl picture, but I wasn't going to let that happen. Not only did I interrupt their photo, I ran sis off and got my own solo pic with Mommy!

 

While they were gone, Daddy brought out his 30 year old trains. These things are awesome. As you can see I had to spiffy-up the train yard with my airplane, Presidential helicopter and a few race cars (see Richard Petty parked out beside the church). Those army men look like they are trying to attack the passing train....
Annabelle asked where the graffiti trains are, but I don't think we have any of those. It was a cleaner, simpler time 30 years ago....

The question is, how long will the trains be on the table before Daddy puts them away because I can't stop playing with them...

Later that night, we put our shoes out for some kid called St. Nick. Annabelle says he's Santa's brother and he comes to take our letter to Santa and bring us some goodies.

Which he did, but as you can see below, I wasn't impressed. In fact, I had to get Mommy to do some magic and turn my M&M's into Smarties after a pre-preschool meltdown. But he did leave me a pretty cool train engine ornament and a new race car and toothbrush!

  I'm still trying to figure out what this season is all about. I'm just taking it one day at a time and following Annabelle's lead, she seems to know what is going on.

Cocoa Nuggets

Big Sis got up this morning and she's a little under the weather. So she got a little TLC therapy on the couch - pillow, quilt, cuddles and hot cocoa. Of course I had to get in on that action....

Because we were on the couch, we were served our hot cocoa in a thermos. However, you can't get to the marshmallows in a thermos.

But rest assured, Mommy knows you can't have hot cocoa without marshmallows. So she served them straight up. So we both got a thermos of hot cocoa with what I call "Cocoa Nuggets" on top!

It's good to get the TLC treatment  by way of a sick sister. Thanks AB!

Hurricane Sandy

From the looks of it below, you might think Sandy hit my castle in Charlotte. But rest assured my friends, she missed us completely.

What you've just witnessed is what I can create all by myself on any regular Monday at home.  For the record, Mommy calls it a mess, but actually it is: one of Annabelle's dollars I ripped up, a monster truck & dump truck track, a monster truck runway & speedway, and a brand new pile of library books on top of waxed paper. I enjoyed playing in the food storage drawer this morning. Also, mommy wanted me to pass this along to any mothers with small children that might be reading - skip the library until the election is over!!! There's no parking and hundreds of witnesses to the chaos of taking 2 kids to the library. They are so eager to vote out there, they don't even hold the doors open that they are blocking. Lets put manners on the ballot.

Just another E-Fitty Funday Monday!

What Do You Carry Your Cars In?

As stated before, I am no metrosexual. BUT - I do like a good ManPurse - to carry all my matchbox cars of course...

I'm No Metrosexual

Situation: Getting ready for preschool

 

Conversation:

Mommy- "Let's brush your hair."

Eli - "No, I'm not a girl."

Bringing Back the Man Perm

Crime Scene

I know, it looks like a crime scene. The only thing missing is the chalk outline. You are probably thinking Annabelle finally knocked me off so she wouldn't have 2 brothers to compete with. Well, she's not that lucky, yet. What you see folks, is my favorite place to sleep lately.

Why sleep here (where it's soft, includes a pillow, has blankets, occasionally even has music piped in the room when I behave)...

When you can rest your weary head on nice, scratchy, itchy carpet...

It's comfy, cozy. You should try it sometime...



Lets Go Hokies

Milk For Oliver

My lil brother drinks as much if not more milk than I do (and I drink a lot of milk). So I thought I'd help mommy out by giving Oliver some of my milk.

 

 Oooopps, that's not quite the right spot...

 

 

There's the spot... 

 

I can get even more milk if I do it double....

 

Now we're in business....

 

 

Well maybe not. Despite my effort, I wasn't able to get any milk. Guess I'll leave that to mommy.