I Have Thanksgiving Pics

We are just still getting re-settled after being gone all week.  I will post them soon, though.  As well, pictures of the kids trying to crawl under the Christmas tree.  Should be awesome.

Cheers,

Raven

Birthdays, Floods, and Babies

Ok, so here is what we've been doing all this time.  We have been:

Riding in the packback, because we are fussy when we're sick...

...not too sure about what sister is doing...

...pretty thrilled with the camera light...

...amazed that a hole that small in the pipe could cause all that havoc downstairs...

...testing out our "Kiss Unmasked" look with Aunt Kenny...

...relearning the joys of ripping paper with Uncle Deve and Aunt Anna...

...sharing with Cousin Eddie (sorry, she still has Ds in her name), who shared right back in the most charming way...

...making coffee...

...loving on our new friend, "Woofie".

Cheers,

Breanna

The Difference Between A Bad Cold and The Flu

...would be the spelling.

We're sick with one or the other; I'm not sure which and I don't really care, with two feverish, whiny babies both clamoring to lay on top of me and drink juice/"baby maulsh" simultaneously.

So, you'll understand if I don't get the pictures of Miss Boo's 2nd birthday party posted real quick... :P

Cheers,

Breanna

I KNEW It!

http://michellemalkin.com/2009/11/20/the-global-warming-scandal-of-the-century/

And it's BBC confirming it!  Not Foxnews. :)

Take that, Algore.

Cheers,

Breanna

Check Me Out

It occurred to me that I ought to have a "professional" writing blog--mostly because the magazines where I've been published keep asking for links to my professional writing blog.  So I made one today; it'll be less interesting for folks in the fam than this one, but at least it's there if you are curious:

http://polishedbones.blogspot.com/

The name is explained in the first post. :)

Cheers,

Breanna

The Sitting Boy

All by his own little self...

Sadly it degenerates from there.

Cheers,

Breanna

P.S. A dehumidifier runs $100 per day. Who knew?

Sometimes Being the Grownup Stinks

...like when the toilet breaks and you have to replace its pump with something called (literally) the Turboflush M-30. That costs $600.

Or when you're innocently going about your business (paying bills, ironically enough) in your basement office and you put your foot in a puddle. Upon investigating, you find that the puddle is welling up from the crawlspace under the stairs, and upon further investigating you find it has spread...to the entire guest room floor.

I don't know how much Kleen King is going to charge us to come out on an emergency service call, but thank the Lord they have a 24-hour line and the really big shopvacs/fans.

(Yes, we fixed the leak. No, it wasn't the toilet.)

Pray for us?

Breanna

...But the Fire is So Delightful

We have snow--probably for the duration.

Huzzah. :)

But on the other hand, look at this man go after his bananas:
You'll note he has to have control of his spoon.

Smush.

Cheers,

Breanna

More Pictures

Just so you don't think I've been writing and ignoring my children, all for five bucks...

This band-aid can is her "powder". She puts it on herself and lambie impartially.

And this is Miss Boo's "hey, there's a camera!" face.

This is what she's doing today (that's my chapstick)....

This is our OCD arrangement of dollie + puzzle pieces. They have to be in that configuration. And you'll notice her church shoes, on the table where she can see them at all times and be sure that Brother and Pat-pat aren't chewing them or wearing them, respectively.

"Pulitzer may own the world, but he don't own us!" (Shout out to Aunt Kenny!)

Cheers,

Breanna

WOOT!

I've had another story accepted for publication!

(It's the one that was your idea, Baba, with the GIs and the gingerbread house.)

I'll post a link when it's up. This time they're paying me!

Five bucks is not a lot, but hey, it'll buy me a sandwich at Subway and it's the most I've been paid to write yet. :)

Woot again!

Breanna

Guess What We're Doing This Afternoon?

I'll give you a hint.

Daddy is our prisoner...

We're sharing Lambie... kind of...

We're not jumping...

...or biting...

...or yelling.

That's right-- God is gracious, and we are both sleeping at once.

Thank the Lord.

Cheers,

Breanna

Baby Shower

...but no pictures, because I haven't got my camera charged yet. Welcome to a day in the world where simple things, like opening and shutting a drawer, become impossible because of elaborate setups involving kangaroos and apple-kiwi-strawberry juice.

Anyway. So a couple of weeks ago our music leader and his wife, who's the church pianist, had an emergency right before service. I mention, as I'm dandling my huge son in his sling, that I play the piano. I was forthwith drafted. The net result of this (aside from a herky-jerky but intact music service) was that all the church ladies had it forced upon their consciousness that 1) I have a baby; he's huge and 2) they said they were going to give me a baby shower and hadn't yet.

Now, I don't mind. I figured they forgot, he's quiet, and anyway we sit over to one side and nobody really notices us that much except the people that we regularly talk to, who all gave us presents back in April anyway.

It must have bugged the ladies, because they threw me a baby shower tonight along with a lady who just had a baby a month ago. Needless to say, Brother could have squashed the kid with one foot.

It was a lovely baby shower, with loads of useful outfits (and a coat!) and toys (a lambie! that sings!). But it was a bit hilarious at the same time; they hit every single cliche, bless 'em.

Shall I tell you about the baby shower I dream of giving for some lucky mother someday?

1. No mints. WHAT is with the butter mints? Does anybody actually like them, or do we just use them because they are pastel? Instead of mints and cupcakes, at the magic baby shower I'd like to throw someday we'd have nachos, or maybe soup and hot bread, or a chili bar. Perhaps we'd have one desert, but no cupcakes. And no little baskets of peanuts.

2. No punch. Grownups should not drink punch. We'd have good coffee, tea, and wine like civilized adults. (This ain't a church shower. Or at least not a Baptist church shower.)

3. MUSIC. Good music. Fun music. Loud music. Kenny can DJ.

4. Howsabout instead of paper plates, we use real dishes and everybody helps clean up? For that matter, howsabout we use real napkins and cups, too?

5. Circular tables, so you can talk to more than three people.

6. More than two games; no playing the game where you guess the flavor of baby food, no playing the game where you melt the candybars in the diaper; no playing the "how many names can you make out of the parent's names" game, no playing... really ANY of the babyshower theme games. At my magic shower, we will play Poker, Pinochle, and Risk. The wimps can play Scrabble in the corner.

7. There will be an MC (probably me!) who makes things start with a definite beginning and stop with a definite end.

8. There will be a recliner. The mother will be in it. Her feet will be up.

Sound like a good baby shower?

Heck, I think it sounds like a good party.

Want to come to my party?

Cheers,

Breanna

P.S. This sounds like I'm ungrateful to my church ladies, but I'm really not. They're sweeties. I've just always wanted to give a...well, adult party for a shower. I mean, it's not like the baby's eating any of the stuff. And maybe if you served booze the men would come.

It's been a year!

PBO has been in office for a year. The news agencies are doing retrospectives.

I can't help but notice that Mrs. Obama's buff arms are getting as much airtime as PBO's Peace Prize.

I also can't help but notice that there are still troops in Iraq and Afghanistan, that the economy is still tanking, and that none of us have magic emission-less flying cars yet. Also, Washington seems to be about the same as it's always been, despite its infusion of Hope(TM).

But I have high hopes for Year Two, don't you?

Cheers,

Breanna

(Camera still charging.)

Dead Camera Battery

...Means yet another day until I can get Halloween pics up of the little ghoulies. Well, actually, they weren't ghoulish. But anyway, here's a video:

They always stop the cuteness when a camera comes out.

Cheers,

Breanna

Halloween Pics are Coming

But today Brother puked on his linebacker outfit and Miss Boo insisted on wearing her football shirt and not posing for a picture. So I'll throw the cute costume pics up tomorrow after I have a chance to bribe them.

Cheers,

Breanna