A New Rendition

"Sing the baby song, Daddy, sing the baby song!", squealed Jamie. Of course he obliged and they both started in on one of Jamie's new favorites. . . . . .

Hush little baby don't say word
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring don't shine
Daddy's gonna buy you a new behind
And if that behind does not toot
Daddy's gonna buy you a bowl of fruit.

Damonn's explaination to my look of WTF?. . . . . "I couldn't remember the real words."

Big Red

When I walked into my hair salon last week, I had no intentions of making such a big change in my life. And when I told my hair dresser I was tired of my usual blonde highlights and was looking for something with a little more red in it, I never imagined just how red she would take it. And when she removed the towel from head and revealed a color that would make Orphan Annie jealous I wasn't sure how I was going to walk into work the next day much less walk back into my house and face Damonn with a straight face. But after a week with the color I no longer startle myself everytime I pass a mirror and I have to say it is actually growing on me. So with out further ado, I present to you, the new me. . . . . .

Longing To Be Toothless

By the grace of God and the strength of spit Adam's front tooth is still hanging on. And one of those two things is apparently pretty strong because even though it is hanging at such an angle that people actually think he has already lost it, this little baby tooth has held on through all kinds of tugs and twists.

Adam is anxious to get it out. In part, simply for the monetary reward that the tooth holds, but also for the status it holds at school, He longs to be the latest kid with the nerve to rip another piece of babyhood from their body, tossing it to the side as if to say, "Yeah, that's right (spit), I pulled my own tooth (spit). You should have seen me last week when when a third grader tried to take my lunch and I removed his spleen with a spoon (spit)."

Just don't tell anybody he cries when his little sister pinches him.

Pretty, Pretty Please. . .

I've heard about them, even seen them on the internets, but I spotted my first, real live Palin 2012 presidential bumper sticker on a car today. I can imagine nothing better than to have Gov. Palin run for president in 2012. Just the possiblity of the sheer, raw comedic value of her participation makes me giddy with anticipation.