This is a Bad Sign

When this sign gets posted in the building you work in, it could lead you to get a little nervous. And start imagining a itchy cough. And that your skin is crawling.

But it's OK, the symptoms of asbestos don't show up for 20 - 40 years.

Fantastic.


(The Health and Safety people tell us it's ok, just as long as we don't go into the classroom.)

Happy Father's Day!

Ashley (in a slightly blurry glow) wishes her daddy a Happy Father's Day!

And HFD to all the dads out there, mine included!

Ella Let the Dogs Out

All I will take responsibility for in this show is the sunglasses, since I gave them to her a while back. Where in the world the words and hand motions come from, I have no idea.

PS: Ella wore this dress to preschool, before which I told her 'Don't show your underwear!' When she got home I asked about showing of the panties... And she told me YES and LAUGHED.

Heaven. Help. Me.

Here's How It Went

From this weekend:

* You know there isn't anything on TV when my husband is watching E! about Lindsay Lohan.

* After our foray into the garden I came back with three mosquito bites, one of which was particularly nasty and made my elbow swell. A lot.

* Also after our foray into the garden, I made a strawberry poke cake with the home grown Mother's Day beauties. And it's delish.

* I have discovered a new favorite pair of jeans, and they were only $30.

* Ashley Kate surely must be getting teeth, although I don't feel any, because she was a bit of a pill, for her usual charming self

* We watched Big Brown lose the Belmont Stakes, and were a little sad about it.

* At the grocery store a nice lady tells Ella that Ashley sure does look like her, and boy don't they have the exact same eyes. To which she responds "We have the same eyes as my Daddy." Just as sweet and syrupy as you can imagine.

* Ella showed off her mad skills doing the alphabet in sign language.

* I try to broaden my food horizons and make fish for supper. Fish, which I generally do not like as a rule. And after one bite, currently still do not like.

* I can't buy regular fresh tomatoes, for trying a new recipe for salsa, due to the salmonella outbreak. Only on the vine types.

* $56 to fill up my Honda.

* These, from hanging out with Ashley Kate while Ella slept in until a remarkable 8:30:

I Can See Your Green Eyes From Here

Gorgeous Haul from the Garden

One Hail of a Day, part 2

FYI:

Our area is poised to get some very, very ugly weather this evening and night. Strong winds, torrential rain, large hail and... of course... tornadoes.

Fear not! While we do not have the best accommodations for riding out storms of this magnitude, we do have friends who do. We will be holed up in the safe room at the home of our very wonderful friends Angie and Scott. And we might even spend the night and make a little party out of the whole deal.

I will be sure to post as I am able as to how we emerge from this ugliness. Hopefully it will blow right past (get it?). Ah, even in the face of danger, puns are never inappropriate!

One Hail of a Day

I don't know how much national news our big hail storm got, but check this out. It was taken at the Manhattan airport on Monday and is just unreal. There is an auto dealership just down the road from the airport that had to total out 100 vehicles due to this craziness. The cars looked like a baseball bat and/or machine gun had been taken to them! Fortunately, we only got marble, and some golf ball, sized hail where we were.

I've Been Tagged

Andria tagged me, so here we go:

I love the smell of – Baby Magic lotion, magnolias, the beach

People would say that I - talk, a lot.

I don’t understand why – American Eagle quit making my favorite jeans

When I wake up in the morning – I brush my teeth.

I lost my willpower to – clean the house.

Life is – NUTS.

My past made me – a Georgian til I die.

I get annoyed when I – procrastinate.

Parties are not a good time to – put your keys in an illogical place. Trust me.

Dogs are – so freakin' funny.

Cats are – for catching mice.

Tomorrow is – a good day to quit procrastinating and clean the house already!

I have low tolerance for – misbehaving children (mine or others).

I’m totally terrified of - becoming complacent.

I wonder why I thought my life would be – sane.

I always knew I would – marry a real man.

Never in my life have I – owned a brand new car.

High school was – a pretty good time.

When I’m nervous - my mouth gets dry.

One time at a family gathering – my Grandaddy almost lost a finger while rescuing me after being pushed into the bay by someone who will remain nameless but has blonde hair and is pregnant

Take my advice – you catch more flies with sugar than vinegar.

Making my bed - happens most of the time.

I'm almost always – finding a reason to laugh.

I’m addicted to – Diet Coke, my girls, those damn chicken biscuits at McDonald's

I want someone to – clean my house.

If you have a blog and have not been tagged, consider yourself so!

9 o'clock

At 9 o'clock tonight it was 85 degrees in my house. You can imagine how well that goes over.

At 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will be making a slightly urgent phone call to the a/c people.

At 9 o'clock tomorrown night I had better be putting on a damn sweater because it's so freaking cold in my house.

That is all.

Big Waste of Six Bucks

So I hear on the radio how the new car wash in town has a dog wash with it. And I decide that that sounds like a pretty fun outing for me and Ella. Maybe not so much for Lilly, but that's how things go when you're a dog who likes to roll in poop. Other creatures' poop. Which happens to smell worse than just everyday poop. (Yes, I know that I can wash her at home for free, but that's not the point. A little mother/daughter QT, a little getting messy, a little Lilly love, that's the point.)

Ella was pretty excited about the whole deal since she really likes to help us do anything, but especially Lilly related activities. So off we go to the car/dog wash having absolutely no idea how this show is going to run.

It's a pretty nice looking place, all set up like a groomer's with the sink, spray hose and blower. But the shampoo, conditioner and whatever all else function is set up like a car wash, which I found pretty damn funny. Also just like a car wash is the fact that you have a time limit, in this case 8 minutes.

I immediately feel the pressure of an 8 minute wash and blow.

After Ella got her stool set up so that she could reach and I clicked the little thingy over to rinse, away we go on our 8 minute march. Lilly's not too keen on getting sprayed but I'm after speed here so we might have skipped some of the niceties. Perhaps.

Sufficiently wet dog; click the thing for shampoo! Shampoo! Shampoo? No shampoo, no lather, no nothing from three different shampoo options. Damnit! Time check? Double damnit! Umm... The only options left were conditioner and blow dry with a clock that seemed to be operating at warp speed. Blow dry a rinsed off dog it is. Flip the thing to blow out!

Who knew the air coming out of that hose was going to be so cold? Certainly not one wet little dog I might know. Poor Lilly. Ella, however, thought it was great!

Ella! Man the blower hose, I've got to go put more money in because we are running out of time. Are you kidding me with this? I don't even get my dog washed in the allotted time but I've got to pay more so she's not soaking wet?


I refuse to pay the machine any more money even though Lilly's still damp and decide we'll just put the windows down on the ride home. She'll get a 50 mph blow dry with much warmer air.

Six bucks, fed to the machine, so that I could wet my dog and then blow her with cold air. No thanks, I'll pass. Next time, we'll just head down the way and let Lil ride on the roof as we go through the automatic car wash.

Car and dog cleaned for the bargain basement price of... six bucks.

I took Friday afternoon off

to spend it with Ashley Kate. That little girl just makes me smile.

She's a regular comedian, she is

From Ella Grace:

What do you call a pair of bananas?

Slippers!

Blow, blow, blow your bubbles

The weather this past weekend was absolutely gorgeous so we found ourselves spending a fair bit of time outside. One such endeavor involved lots of bubble blowing for Ella Grace. She was chugging right along with the blowing of about a bazillion bubbles and then chasing them down for popping when the excitement of the chase was too much. And bubbly liquid went flying.

She's a keeper, for sure! Look at those skills!

Lightening quick photo snapping skills.

All over her feet too.

Sippy Cup Sippage

This took some coaching, but overall I was pretty proud!

Maybe she's putting that big ol' noggin* to use! (If this is not, in fact, exemplary for a six month old, I would like to live in the illusion that it is. You see, my memory from four years ago is a bit hazy due to four years of one Miss E.G. and I don't quite recall when she started using a sippy cup. Pretty convenient, no?)

*Big ol' noggin reference is not made unjustly. At Ashley's six month check up last Monday the doctor informed me that her height and weight (16.5 lbs.) are pretty middle of the road. Her head, however, is at the 90th percentile. So, cranius gigantus, she is!

Exterior Flowerizing

Woo hoo! The landscaping crew showed up this weekend!

The outside of the house was looking a bit drab with all the dandelions taking over the place, so flowers were purchased last weekend in a Mother's Day 'do good' spree (along with other fixing up the house type items). The weather was just about perfect yesterday so the crew felt it was prime time for replenishing the dirt supply and planting flowers.

This seems to be a regular event for David and Ella. I think it might be the third year in a row that they have been in charge of walkway beautification, or as I like to call it, trailer-skirting-cover-up-ification. Ella really gets a kick out of helping David, especially when it requires getting her hands dirty, and she does a fantastic job!

Up next... the garden! *insert imposing music here*

Things going along rather well on the landscaping crew...

until one member decides to slack off. And jump in the bucket of the tractor.

Strawberry Daiquiris Anyone?

Remember last Mother's Day? I can't believe it's been a whole year! The time flying past like it has has helped my impatience with the strawberry plants. The little tag said that you had to wait a year to get your first crop. And would you look at that, one hot summer, one big belly, one not so big belly, a six month old baby and here we are!

We hardly messed with the plants once we got them in the ground, maybe just making sure that the weeds didn't totally choke them out. No special tending through the winter, no nothing. Thank goodness strawberries are tough little boogers and can take all sort of abuse because looky looky at what we have tempting me in the garden:

These pretty little flowers...

turn in to immature strawberries! Yay!

Ella is already talking about making strawberry cake with these. I don't think that's going to work out so well, but I'm sure she won't mind when we march out to the garden and eat them straight off the vine!

Sitting up AKA falling over

The quest to sit up properly just isn't on Ashley's mind. She's so laid back that she just content to, well, lay back. I have been putting her in the sitting position to try to get her to strengthen her back. Sometimes these sessions go well, sometimes she ends up eclipsing my expectations and throws herself backward, to my horror.


Yesterday I thought I would try to document her progress... That just lead to her falling over and me trying to catch her without getting in the picture. Priorities, people!

So cute, leaning slightly to my left

Again, falling to the left

To the left, just about to topple

Oh no! She throws me for a loop and throws herself to the right!

I heart those cheeks! (Obviously this has nothing to do with sitting up,

or falling down for that matter, I just thought it was cute!)

Westbound and Down

The weekend before last Ashley and I took a little trip down south. A visit with my Georgia fam was in order and I had a nice slow paced trip. Ashley was an absolute dream on the plane, both ways, and pretty much was just kickin' it the whole weekend. She was happy to see all sorts of strangers and let each and every one of them get doughy hugs from her.

David and Ella had some father/daughter Q.T. while we were gone, but he was rather happy to have us back home, safe and sound. (He even baked a cake and had Jamie over for hot dogs for her birthday! Awww...)

Celeste, Daddy and Ashley, who looks very concerned

Marisa and Ashley, who looks very concerned slash happy?

Rusty and Ashley, who looks very concerned slash surprised?

Marisa's belly. It's as big as it looks. Baby Estes (with the testes)

has got all sorts of room to swim

Marisa and Ashley, who is laughing quite hard (and not concerned)

Marisa encourages Ashley to enjoy the merits of a beer, I am concerned

Sweet baby Ashley after too much O'Douls

Mother's Day flowers, they ain't

We appear to be fighting one nasty battle with dandelions this year. (Actually, I don't know that it's necessarily a fight because that would imply that there are two sides participating. We pretty much just watch the dandelions take over the place and then moan and groan about it.)

David and I have never really treated our 'yard' like a yard because, well, it isn't one. It's two steps away from being a field. Maybe that's why we have never fertilized or treated or whatever it is that you do to a yard. Either that or the fact that we're lazy. That could be it...

Now we are paying the price with one of the most horrid dandelion outbreaks I have ever seen. Going out and mowing the little fuzzy boogers down only perpetuates the cycle and will multiply your numbers. Damn Mother Nature and all of her wicked, wily ways!

I tried to convince Ella to go pick all the yellow flowers she could and I would pay her a penny for each one. That didn't fly. Looking at this picture, I wouldn't take me up on it either.

Yep, that's Lilly in there, almost hidden in the field of fuzz.

Is this happening just here in my area (because it's not just my little piece of neglected ground, these suckers are all over town)? Is there a dandelion epidemic?

Dimples make me smile

Of course I love all the parts and pieces of my baby girl, but my most favorite at the mo' has got to be her elbow dimples. TWO dimples in the midst of all that pudgy goodness are more than I can handle. I find myself wanting to rub Ashley's super soft, super squishy arms because I don't know how long the baby fat stage will last and it's just too cute to resist. Wouldn't you want to get your hands on this?!

(While I was changing Ashley into her pajamas. I asked David to hold her so I could get a picture of her elbow dimples. I ended up with the picture I was after and a couple more that I just love. The last one kills me.)